I'm looking across the street when a guy walks by, right close to the window.

Oh dear... the problem... part the two....Read more:-)

Well, my father is still not speaking to me. The silent treatment is fun, no? Then my mother went on another rant about how the gay community "is lonely, they have no family, no meaningful relationships, and do lots of drugs."

Then, there was silence.

I wish I was kicked out, it's better than the crap I'm getting, but still, no regrets.

What kills me is why I *had* to come out. Was the Lesbianation thing on the computer a hint? The fact my ceiling is, and I mean this literally, wallpapered with models. The fact I've participated in Day of Silence. It feels like you're living out...and yet either they're dense or in denial. My vote is denial.

Hey, I'm Caitlin. I live in Claremont, CA which isn't too far away from Los Angeles. I won't be writing in here very much at all becuase I have a livejournal. You can check that out at http://www.livejournal.com/users/needsalife87. If you want to reach me you can e-mail me at dramageek@ix.netcom.com or my AIM screenname is needsalife87. Pretty easy to remember considering it's my name here at Oasis.

Today was totally great because we had a snow day, and I spent the majority of the day sleeping and watching MTV. Did you know that they play basically the same 10 videos all day? News to me.

Yeah, I am totally glad to have another Oasis blog, my other one got lost after Oasis crashed (sigh).

Going to visit my brother at college tomorrow, hope I have as much fun as I did visiting last weekend (I found out that I am extremely loud when I'm drunk), but I doubt it, since we are just going to pick him up.

I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such.

Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.
And spill my guts onto strangers.
They say strangers have a story;

...has arrived. I took the little orange card they gave me two weeks ago and walked into the Health Department with my head held high. I marched right up to the counter and the woman just looked at me.