So this school year has started off well. People are calling me by my correct pronouns (ze, hir, hirs), I got teachers to use my preferred name (Adrian), and the gender-neutral bathroom has been installed (though it's still locked for some reason). My classes are fun, the freshmen are adorable, and I just feel so relaxed.
My friends and I are kind of like the four musketeers. So when pottermore came a long, we started thinking about what houses we would end up in. I ended up in Ravenclaw, my friend Halea ended up in Gryffindor, Alli added a Slytherin to our quartet, and we were all relying on Kelsey (the one that actually goes to school with me) to get into Hufflepuff. And she did. Now I'm just wondering what ninja turtle is the favourite of everyone...
On the topic of clubs, this year I'm mainly focusing on two:
QSA has been amazing. Not as many new people as last year, but there are still a good enough amount to even out the hole the seniors of last year made, and more.
NaNoWriMo club is starting next Wednesday, and I am PUMPED. I've started thinking about what I want my story to be about, and I'm probably even going to make an outline! Ahaha, I am so bad at those. I'm hoping actually joining that club will make me keep writing, because I remember last year I ended up quitting. But this year I'm not giving up!
On top of the clubs and homework, I have theater. Currently we're doing As You Like It, and I am a soldier for Duchess Fredrica (not enough guys in theater) and Alli is a subject of Duchess Senior. Kelsey is co-head of costumes, and since I'm friends with the other co-head, I'm one of the first of the cast to hear about costumes. Pretty exciting.
So there's an update to my life. I guess I should do homework now. And expect me to update this more frequently maybe?
Showing posts with label gay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gay. Show all posts
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Realization
Over the past few days, I've come to terms with some things.
1) I'm really gay.
Well, I kind of already knew that. But over this break in school the sun hasn't come out once, so I've been stuck inside. And when I am stuck inside, I read every post on Everyone Is Gay, as well as a bunch of gay news articles and look at pictures on Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Beiber.
2) I'm very weak.
When I'm not looking up gay stuff on the computer, I'm staring at my flub. Recently I have decided to get rid of that flub by doing 15 minutes on the treadmill every day. Now you might be thinking that 15 minutes isn't very hard, and it isn't for most people. But for me, I have to take 3-4 breaks of 2 minutes each during that time period. And when I'm done, I feel like I'm about to pass out.
3) I'm most likely going to fail Script Frenzy.
I mean, sure, I was pretty rockin on the first two days, and I was ahead quite a bit. But now my storyline is going too fast and I can't space it out to 100 pages. So I think I am going to, yes, give up. Script writing is definitely not my thing.
1) I'm really gay.
Well, I kind of already knew that. But over this break in school the sun hasn't come out once, so I've been stuck inside. And when I am stuck inside, I read every post on Everyone Is Gay, as well as a bunch of gay news articles and look at pictures on Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Beiber.
2) I'm very weak.
When I'm not looking up gay stuff on the computer, I'm staring at my flub. Recently I have decided to get rid of that flub by doing 15 minutes on the treadmill every day. Now you might be thinking that 15 minutes isn't very hard, and it isn't for most people. But for me, I have to take 3-4 breaks of 2 minutes each during that time period. And when I'm done, I feel like I'm about to pass out.
3) I'm most likely going to fail Script Frenzy.
I mean, sure, I was pretty rockin on the first two days, and I was ahead quite a bit. But now my storyline is going too fast and I can't space it out to 100 pages. So I think I am going to, yes, give up. Script writing is definitely not my thing.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Thumpity thump thump.
Valentines day is tomorrow; I know that because my heart won't stop going thumpity thump thump. See, I have this condition where around this time of year my organs start metamorphosing into about twenty thousand butterflies. Each time it's a different species of butterfly, and this year it was the Plaided Canadian. This species will remain dormant for most of the day, until they are in close proximity to a plaid-wearing Canadian, when they will flap their little wings as fast as they possibly can.
It makes me look like this:
Yeah, not really a picture of beauty there.
And I just happen to know a plaid-wearing Canadian this year too! Who just loves to stand in close proximity to me. And pretend to flirt with me. But thankfully, ze doesn't like to hug people much.
But I'm starting to like hir hugs.
And I wanted to tell this person that I like them before Valentines day, but due to nerves and an unfortunate display of events, I'm going to have to go with the cliche route of telling hir how I feel on that day.
So I will be going into school tomorrow, armed with a bag of Halls and my best friends poking at me saying "you can do it!" and then when I get up to hir my support will leave and I'll be a crumpled mess of nerves on the ground.
Sometimes I just want trade my heart with someone else's. Just once.
I really hate Valentines Day.
It makes me look like this:
Yeah, not really a picture of beauty there.
And I just happen to know a plaid-wearing Canadian this year too! Who just loves to stand in close proximity to me. And pretend to flirt with me. But thankfully, ze doesn't like to hug people much.
But I'm starting to like hir hugs.
And I wanted to tell this person that I like them before Valentines day, but due to nerves and an unfortunate display of events, I'm going to have to go with the cliche route of telling hir how I feel on that day.
So I will be going into school tomorrow, armed with a bag of Halls and my best friends poking at me saying "you can do it!" and then when I get up to hir my support will leave and I'll be a crumpled mess of nerves on the ground.
Sometimes I just want trade my heart with someone else's. Just once.
I really hate Valentines Day.
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