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Gossip

April 11, 2007 8:07 PM | 2 Comments | No TrackBacks

Some fear its truth.
Some fear its fiction.
It's a fact. It's a lie.
Now I'm caught in the friction.

Though unfair to spread rumors,
Unfairer still to take to heart,
That which is said,
Solely to tear us apart.

Who are we to judge?

November 29, 2003 9:49 PM | No Comments | No TrackBacks

It just occurred to me that I haven't written in this for a while. I am very, very sorry about this. Since last time I've written, I finished the classroom portion of Driver's Ed. I got a 99 out of 100 on the final test, so I passed. Sarah Gomez is no longer with Carlos. Her new boyfriend is PJ. He is bi, and he talks to me about gay stuff, but insists that he likes girls more. Sarah is worried that he likes me, but I have never met him in person yet! Oh well -- everyone I meet that I like is either straight or with a girl. Arg! I talked to Heather Markovich today about what she thought of gay people -- I didn't tell her I wasn't straight... I just told her my viewpoint. That viewpoint is this: Who are we to judge? The entire nation is based on equality of all people, and it is...

These feelings overwhelm me

October 19, 2003 4:58 PM | No Comments | No TrackBacks

I completely forgot to write yesterday. I tried to get some reading done before I went to work at 5 yesterday, but I didn't accomplish much. What's new? The jackpot for the Wisconsin Lottery's Powerball was 140 million. I bought 4 tickets, and didn't win anything. I am happy to know, however, that nobody else won the jackpot either. That means I will win it on Wednesday, when the jackpot is 160 million. Yea! I really felt lonely last night. I was thinking so much about Ryan, I wrote this poem: Unnamed Ryan Ge. is my true love Obsessing over him Wishing I was with him These feelings overwhelm me Jenny is a new friend of Ryan's She's just like him in every way Perfect lovers they would make Though this hurts me to say At the dance, they talked and talked He's not straight But he longs to be normal But what is normal? He chose her and not...

It all might just pass me by

October 16, 2003 11:28 PM | No Comments | No TrackBacks

I need inspiration. I feel like I might very well be inspired, but when I try to draw from that inspiration and create poetry, it fails to impress my peers. Perhaps I should instead channel that energy into art, for visually I am inclined, and fear of acceptance and appreciation is not dependent on other people's reactions, but my satisfaction with the final result. Ryan is now the boyfriend of Jenny NoLastName. This has been my fear over the last few weeks. He said he still wants to do something with me, but not tomorrow. I lost him. As I told him in my chat, all of my potential friends of his nature follow this sequence: hope, doubt, despair. I have longed to be closer to him. Not to him, but to how he is. My style is undefined. He suggested that I should be Goth. I have several times in the past been inspired to do just that, but...

My divorce poem

October 5, 2003 10:17 PM | No Comments | No TrackBacks

I talked to Ryan today for like four or five hours total. Here is the script: [NOTE: it was deleted..oops] So I won't be including the full scripts between us any more, but I felt it was important to get the details when understanding how it got started. I will however continue to report on how things are going between us. I don't really have any homework tonight, but I do have stuff I should be working on as far as long term projects go. But talking to Ryan is more important. I'm pretty bummed that he just left, but if he didn't, I would have been up forever. Tomorrow I am going to try to meet him in the computer labs by Café North, so I hope he shows up. I'm not sure how it is going to be seeing him in person, because I sit in front of him in math class and never looked at him real...