mind ish blown

Okay, now that I've put my brains back in...I think I'm gonna go watch Telephone a couple gazillion more times.

The next time I call someone I'ma gonna toss the phone aside after I'm finished and break into song and dance.

And to think that I used to not like Lady Gaga. Oh well.

March break is here oh yayes. Eaton centre on Monday and Tuesday, and possible movie on Wednesday and no school all week long.

Now all I need is a hot girl to drop out of the sky into my lap without ruining my ceiling or breaking my legs.

I saw this news story today where somebody killed a whole lotta fish by putting bleach into their aquariums. Seeing all the poor dead fish just made me sick. Like, I eat fish, but I don't randomly go around pointlessly killing teeny little fishies. And rare endangered coral. My heart just kinda twisted in my chest. Maybe I'm soft, but I just hate complete disregard of life whether it be human or otherwise.

The Olympics are over. Oh noes. But what a way to go out... oh Canada. I love this country.

I kind of hate myself for going all woozy for this player on the women's team- number 26, I think- because my friend told me she was gay. Bah. That's so predictable- go crazy for the gay one 'cause you're gay. But she was good, though.

Need I say more?

Man. I think I'm gonna buy another couple pairs sometime. They're just so overwhelmingly Canadian and nice and warm and oh boy I just loves 'em.
Gahahaha. I love this country. And our kickass women's hockey team. Whupped Switzerland 10-1. Yess.

I got to touch a hot girl's boobs today. Woohoo. She actually let me. I was giving her a massage before and she just started moaning about how good it felt, then I just kinda copped a feel and she said "hey!". I just bluntly asked if she was gonna let me touch her, and she just said sure, go ahead. And then...

=D Well, what can I say? I'm good with my hands.

I need to get a REALLY irritating alarm clock.

The (relatively) gentle beep...beep...beebeebeebeebeeep isn't doing it for me.

It's gotta go like, "Hey. It's time to get up, you homo! Yeah, that's right, you confused closet-heterosexual! Women should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen! Anti-choice! All babies want to be born!" and other obnoxious things like that. Then I'd probably drag my ass over and smash the thing.

Problem is, I'd need a new clock every day, or I'd have to get really good at putting together tiny pieces of scrap metal and clock hands.

I think I actually need to come out to my parents. And my little brother.

A couple of years ago, a social worker told my mom I was gay - outed me (long, long story) and then I suppose she told my dad, then she told me not to tell my brother because he was too young. Now, after all those years, I think they've pretty much repressed it completely, and of course, my little bro (who is thirteen now) is completely oblivious to the fact. Whenever we talk about the future, there's always talk of husbands and babies. I like babies. But it's the husband bit that bothers me.

I'm bursting full of random things I want to say, but then I'm not sure how they're going to come out. And they're not big things, either. Just... stuff that happened. oh well. It's gotta come out.

I finished my last exam today. So, now I get tomorrow off, and I'll spend it lazing at home, eating popcorn, doing R-rated things that teenagers do home alone. Whatever those are. But this "free time" is weird.

omg. gack.

I searched up "Why does my mother insist on bothering me"- something along those lines- while my mother was asking me to search something up for her and then all this random incest stuff pops up. Eep. I said I totally didn't mean it and she believed me, but damn that was hella embarassing.

Ugh. That's one to put on my list of things that are curl-up-into-a-hole-and-die worthy. I feel so incredibly bad about it.

Curse you, Google safe search! Bailing out at all the wrong moments!

...has become the first guitar song I can actually play! Yay!

I play bass, usually, but then after hearing Whatcha Say excessively on the radio and swearing at it every time it comes on and then getting sworn at by my mother who is freaking out because I'm swearing at the radio while driving and not paying attention to the road-

My mother says condoms are the most embarassing thing you could possibly buy at a store and I said no. But then I couldn't really think of anything that she thought was more embarassing. She believes lice shampoo, wart medication, adult diapers and laxatives are all less shameful to purchase.

I think a large cucumber and lube bought together might top that, but then again, I wasn't about to mention that particular combination to my mom.

Okay, here's the story.

Today, in between classes, I saw a friend and went over to talk to her. And then I made some comment about her being a flaming lesbian (which she is, but...y'know). There was this other girl and this guy standing around too, they were talking to her, sort of, but then the girl overheard and she said, to me, "Hi, I'm H." She holds out her hand to shake and I take it.

And I went, "Hi, I'm, uhm, uh..."

long silence. then my buddy fills in my name for me.

"uhh, yeah!"

Today, I made a penis out of duct tape and cling wrap. It was strangely satisfying. Making it, not the actual thing. I should make more and sell 'em to sexually frustrated teenagers.

Not me. Ha, ha. ...argh.

My friend has found herself a girlfriend. Well, she claims it's not "official" yet, but she asked this girl out and girl said yes.

Oh man. I feel like such a sleazeball for thinking this. Like, she deserves a girlfriend as much as the next person, but I can't help being- not really jealous, but it's like...why her?

Oh yeah, this girl is my ex's ex. Or she knew my ex and had a one night stand. I just know they've been together at some point in the past.

Youtube comments and stuff. This is me:

hey, a shout out:

To the haters: if you argue god made us male and female for a purpose, that purpose is to make babies. seeing as that's already being done (excessively, too) if a few people want to not have children that's not a problem, and loads of straight couples don't have kids, anyways.

To the people standing up for equality: I salute you.

(and to the gay kids on youtube reading depressing comments: those people are closeminded bigots. Ignore them, you are great the way you are.)

-and this is the idiot who replied to me-