Woohoo!!! Next weekend is freakin Halloween!!!!! I'm SOOOOOO happy!!! After Thanksgiving, this's my favorite day of the year!

Wolf and Em and I're probably going trick-or-treating together, and C, my mini-me, might be coming, maybe with Er (I know too many people who's names start with E), and maybe with the other Em. Which'd be awesome. But it might just be me and Wolf, like old times.

Ugh. I hate people. Seriously, all of you just need to die. Except Wolf...she can stick around. But really, everyone needs to go away and leave me the hell alone. Well...maybe all you on Oasis can stick around, cause you're cool.

Okay...I have no new messages in my inbox. I have one that I read a few days ago. But I still have a thing at the top of every page on Oasis that tells me that I have 2 unread messages in my inbox. What's up with that? Does anyone else have this problem??

Obviously, I'm bored, else I wouldn't be posting all this stuff...not that there's much of it, but whatever. I wrote this essay ages ago, for a writing class I was taking. We had to write an argumentative essay (my faves!!), and me, but the bulldyke that I am :P, just had to write about something controversial.

So, this is a poem that I wrote a few months ago...but I havent been on oasis in forever, so I'm only just posting it. I'd love to know what y'all think...and if there's anyone else who gets what I'm talking about.

Sex: Female
Gender: Male
(Read Between the Lines)

the sex of a thing is defined
by it's physical genitalia: male or female
gender is an individual's

I have the best girlfriend ever!!! Like seriously, she's the best!!!

I'm home sick today, with a cold that she gave to me *cough, cough*. So she calls me up this afternoon, and says, "check your porch." And i'm like, wtf. but I did. and guess what! she brought me this beautiful bunch of flowers!!!!!!!!!!!! and it has a note on it from her, and oh my god!!!!!!!!!!

I think that this may be the first time in...well, as long as I can remember that I've not wanted it to be the weekend. I want it to be Monday so bad. For one thing, I'm bored, but the bigger issue is that I haven't seen R in *omg* 2 days. I sound so obsessed.

Things with R are so crazy. I never know what to expect. Sometimes we're flirting nonstop, and it's great, and sometimes we're just hanging out and having fun, and that's great too. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep myself from kissing her, and others, I can be really close to her and not feel like I'm about to explode. And I love it all. Every moment with her, I love her more.

I honest to god never thought that life could feel this good. Not once did I imagine that I could be this happy.

And yes, in part it's because of R (a big part), but it's more than that. Even though things aren't great, I still feel good. I'm not depressed; I'm not down; I'm getting enough sleep. It's like I'm waking up after this three month long storm to find the sun shining again.

R is wonderful. She makes my heart sing. She makes me feel alive, even though for now, we're just friends. Being around her makes me smile, even when everything else in my world is grey.

She's just...she's not always cheerful, or sunny, or anything like that, but even when she's in a bad mood, she always makes me smile.

My dad is such a self centered, arrogant jerk sometimes! Okay, so, I'm making an effort to eat dinner with my folks, and socialize a bit, cause I've been completely ignoring them, and all that shit. Now I remember why I started staying away from my dad in the first place!

I'm not supposed to work on this this weekend, but my drama teacher gave us the assignment, and I was bored.

So, the assignment is this: You have to memorize a story, and act it out for the class. It can be no more than 2 minutes long, and your entire performance must be while sitting in a chair.

Okay, I just realised what I titled one of my last post. "fucking best friends" sounds like I'm screwing on of my best friends. Wow...and I call my self dirty. I seriously didn't catch that until now. Lame...

So, I've had a fucking brilliant idea. Seriously, I'm a fucking genius!

Okay, so, my mom's the best. She's amazing. She's a teacher, and...she's the most amazing teacher. Seriously. Only recently have I really realised this, but she's a really incredible teacher.

I'm fighting with Ethan, and the gods only know why. I think that we're both feeling like we're not being heard/respected by the other, but I'll be damned if I know for sure.