"You brought some schoolbooks to read, but you'll never crack the spine."

now what — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 22:44:33 -0500

Since my last entry I think I feel better.
I think.
I've noticed that I have gained weight. I look almost average.

I forgot to mention that before my last entry I ran into the bathroom with a pair of scissors and cut away at my hair. I hated having to pay so much attention to my hair and my face and my body, so that was my way of saying, "Fuck it, I don't care anymore."

"I don't think jutting collarbones do much for me."

now what — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:58:16 -0500

I have to say I hate my physical appearance as much as I did in 7th grade. Honestly, I've had three 18+ year olds say "awww you're really cute"

"Yes, I'm gangly and underage, but I'm also gay."

now what — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 01:22:42 -0500

i have a definite urge to go gay bar hopping avec mes copains. Except, do I really know any gay guys I would want to go with? Not really. If I did I would be dating them already. Oh well... I'll go alone. Ha ha.
Seeing as I live near West Hollywood that's a total joke.

Bamboo Banga

now what — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 20:45:08 -0500

Today, I got to help out in a play that my drama teacher's friend is doing. like, professional. like whoa. super fun, even though i messed up and it was awkward.

at art class the last two guys i was silently praying were repressed gay tops ended up "flirting" with the girls next to me, if you could call it that.

Flashing Lights

now what — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 23:11:03 -0500

what's happened to you, amory blaine?
fucking boys
with personalities
like the melted butter
you almost burned
because you can't cook for shit
but you're learning, amory blaine
just what it's all about
and life is looking up
just turn out the light
personalities don't glow in the dark.

so, i've decided.

Strangers on this road we are on...

now what — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 00:30:24 -0500

The person who the letter in my last entry was addressed to has suddenly made quite an effort to be friendly again. I'm digging Greek Myths, so I'll call her Phaecia. Phaecia's the one who fell in love with her stepson and then killed herself.

Anyways,

Your Hands Are Cold.

now what — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 21:26:05 -0500

hmmm.
I was tempted to just copy paste this little thing I wrote a few days ago. I wrote to a so called "friend" of mine who is in the habit of snubbing me when someone more interesting is in the vicinity. i wrote it as if i was writing to los angeles.

gahh. fine, i'll paste it in.

Dear Los Angeles,

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Keen on Boys

now what — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 23:34:56 -0500

I've decided all my journal titles will be song titles.

So, this is officially my first entry.
I came out officially in 8th grade, so last year. I'm pretty certain I'm gay, but I have a problem with the label.

Okay, so this was in this book we're reading in history:

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