I guess you don't really need to know this... Nameless journal and whoever reads this. But I love you, so you need to know about me.
I think I'll call you Jennifer.
Again, I am called Rina. My real name is Marina. I'm named after Counselor Troi from Star Trek. Um...
If I were to be an animal, I would be a cat.
I like cats. I own 6. (My avi is my cats Loki and Danny. They're both girls.)
I am 14 years of age and I have a semi-blog thingy that I devote a lot of my thoughts and free time to.
It's called "Gay Talk" on Wattpad.

Aparently my cousin Jack (who I mistook for a mute) is quite the perceptive guy. So perceptive, in fact, that with only a few well-placed inquiries into my father's involvement with the Boy Scouts, he was able to figure out that I'm gay. I'm not sure exactly what he said, since Dad was a tad intoxicated at the time, but apparently something tipped him off.
Also, my admiration for Portia de Rossi may have alerted my cousins Isaac and Mira...
Anyway, it seems that my cover is pretty much blown. Now I'll just have to sit back and watch what happens.

Welll... where to start.
Hello Journal
My name is Rina.
Not my real name, but... YEAH!!!
I write. A lot...
Less than I used to. I really miss it.
But I go on Queer Attitude a lot (LGBT site)
And I post what I write on Wattpad (Writing site)
And this is like both of them combined; like writing for gay people.
Not that Watty doesn't have gay people... but...
There's less Straight people!
Okai, that was Stracist.
but everyone's a little bit Stracist sometimes.
Although there's a lot more Gaycist people... and even more racist people.

I wrote this rather quickly so bear with me. And this is just the beginning, I plan on writing more later on. I won't make any promises.

I think most of us at some point in our lives start questioning what we believe in. If you were to ask about my philosophy, I'd write about it easily. It's one of my favorite questions.

I will never forget December 14th, 2012. I was in math class when my teacher turned on CNN and we watched the news of the Newtown shootings live. Soon we saw pictures of the faces of those lost, and the pain started. Many of my classmates were in tears that day, myself included.

At home my Dads, my Mom and Grandma hugged me tight, and later my boyfriend and I embraced, tears filling our eyes, speechless about what had happened.

Sleepy but can't sleep, don't you dislike that.

It's been a while, but I'm in the mood to write a post and first of all merry Christmas to everyone (even if its late).

My parents had a week on a cabin in the beach so they were going to sell it, but no one bought it and my sister came from Argentina and she wanted to come. It was a long trip, I'm with my best girl friend and its been awesome.

I got a new Mac Mini for Christmas and I'm having fun finding my way around the new operating system. It's a lot better than Windows 8, which is the worst PC operating system ever devised. I don't know how I'm going to transfer my music from the old laptop (which thankfully started working again, so I have all my files back). But this is none of your concern.

When I was a kid, I used to get a lot of flack from adults at school and at home because I'm shy and they would say I was anti-social and criticize me, saying I had to make friends because it wasn't normal. So I'd step out of my comfort zone and try to approach people, which would only result in me getting bullied. I seriously only had one real friend who I met when I was 9 but we lost contact when I was 11.

Since the college students are back in town for the holidays, our old newspaper staff decided to have a little reunion...at ten o'clock in the morning, which was irksome for me since I had to be at work by eleven forty-five. We scheduled the get-together so early to accommodate my former best friend, Judd, who had somewhere to be late afternoon. And the asshole didn't even bother to show up, or even RSVP at the very least. We picked a ridiculously early time just for him, and he doesn't even come because he was so hungover from drinking and getting high all weekend.

Oh, my god oh my god oh my GOD! I am totally addicted to Civ V. I've set Alexander the Great vs Queen Elizabeth vs Napoleon vs Rameses II vs Darius vs Ghandi, and it was awesome. Now I'm playing as Elizabeth I vs Catherine the Great vs all these other people & it's SO COOL!
so yeah. Happy solstice, folks.

This is early, but merry Christmas from rapper Santa.

And here is the song I promised last year to post every Christmas:

He was my director the first time I was in a play. His Elmo impression was infamous amongst the younger actors, and he was always ready with a hug or high-five for those who needed it. this was a man who I admired, looked up to. I even loved him, because he was a part of the theatre that was also my home.
I knew him for ten years, though the last few years we saw each other less. Then today my director came to ask me how long I had been friends with him on Facebook. The questions kept coming, and finally I had to ask.
"Is something wrong?"

Anyway, I have a new favorite musician at the moment. His name is Mike Pardinas, also cleverly known as µ-Ziq. Just listen to this musical masterpiece:

Ain't gonna pretend I'm a player. I'm 70. Age and medicine consusmption have lef me impotent, but I was never very butch anyway.