anoooother double bubble doublinnnng

standard! except this time it’s just boygirl not any sexuality herrrre. just what we all do and observe. but i’m pretty sure you’ll all agree–

actually, no.

but you know me. it’ll be insignificant and odd. but here it is: crotch-scratching. guys do it, girls– oh, wait, they don’t. why? no, really. i don’t know. ’cause when a guy scratches his balls (yep i said it now shoot me), no-one cares, but if a girl does, everyone’s like

‘uhhh that isn’t ‘proper’ or polite, you knowwww?’

it’s pretty annoying because i know the human body doesn’t have too many double standards, and my crotch is just as itchy as any guy’s. and since i am in the privacy of my own home?

scratch.

well not really, but i could if i was itchy, without cries of revulsion. maybe it’s just the crowd i hang with.

‘mean people suck, they suck, theysucktheysucktheysuck!’

quick thanks

this isn’t even a rant, but i’ve gotten three comments and 8 pageviews (in one day)
(not a huge feat, buuut for me?)
and i think that’s great. for me.
and thanks to people who comment. i’ll try to be as interesting as someone who plays ‘pokemon’ in her spare time, and complains about everything, can be.

double double double double!

standards!

i want to be able to pass as a boy. so i look for a little how-to. but you know what? ALL I FIND, even if i put quotes around “for girls” “girl dressed as boy” it’s always about either boys who want to dress like girls, or both. nothing specifically for people born with vaginas.

now i don’t care about what’s between my legs. really. sorrrrry to offend, (maybe not) but i don’t! i think i can pass as what-ever i want. and you know? i can. no thought process required. i = androgyny. booyah. <33

–your pissed-off ever-gender-confused diva lover boyfriend girlfriend whatever

cheer me up?

i feel like absolute crap. as my ’status’ on several of my pages on several sites says:

i feel like the feces of a rat who has eaten the scum that grew from a sponge that was left and forgotten after ‘cleaning’ the shower because it had grown mold.

that’s it. i did horribly on my algebra exam and i’m freaking the fck out.

oh, and i’m still sick. if it’s karma, what did i do?

i missed the honour society induction. MY honour society induction. and i missed a party. MY goddamn party!

and i have the worst migraine. and you know what’s pathetic? i’m so fucking messed up that here’s what happened:

my mom sneezed. i started to CRY.

partly because it was loud. and it kills my hears and i reallllly want to just curl up and die.

except the girl on ‘what not to wear’ is pretty cute and that’ll keep me entertained until two ‘o clock, which is when i’ll abandon all happy thoughts and want to curl up and die again.

dammit i hate this. i’d type in a little sad emoticon, but that doesn’t really fit.

the poem that i mentioned…

take my hand, don’t ask me why
just think of how long you’ve kept this inside
remove your mask, let me see your face,
it’s just us two, alone in this space.

say nothing even, just tell no lies,
you can say anything, except goodbye.
we’ll be away from all else, it’s all be-hind
girl, paint the whole canvas, outside the lines.

now that it’s time to choose, don’t let me down
see those eager faces? take a look around
so what do you say? time’s up, let’s go.
they want some entertainment, and we’re the show.

 

aha. you know what’s strange? only one person asked why i said ‘girl’ for one of my stanzas. and not ‘guy’ or ‘boy’ or ‘love’. some other person just goes ‘oh, because ‘girl’ sounds better!’

i didn’t answer.

(in shock)

is it at least a little appalling that i found condoms in my father’s nightstand?
more on that later.
i have to have to have to waste my spring break away.
-gains 9,000 pounds from junk food-
yaaayyyy.

short post: love

i have a friend or two or five who think that you can’t love someone at a certain age.
i think ‘fuck that’, since there is no age limit for love.
i love my parents, and the few friends i actually have, and i’d like to think that i’ve been in love before.
but that’s just me.
my skeptical friends are quite the contrary. they’d like to set a restriction on this turmoil-inducing emotion like it was a movie.
ATTENTION, MY DEARS!
COMING SOON TO CRANIAL THEATRES NEAR YOU!
ELL OH VEE EA!
some restrictions apply, rated nc-17 for possible flirting, exchanged glances, and furtive smiles.

i love people.