Wow. So a LOT has happened since my last entry. Nothing romantic, though. LOL. I learned that every relationship I will ever get into is destined to fail. Star-crossed the term is. It means ill-fated, doomed, etc... -sigh- How did I learn this utterly deppressing factoid? Be patient, I'm getting to that part. You should know by now that I like to summarize things first. Other than that, I did the mandatory 2 night stay at my university. THE HOST = AWESOME. Also, met my doppleganger in a show I just did.
I'll start with the happy and so forth:
Orientation was a BLAST. Aside from all the placement testing and cold shoulders, that is. They weren't cold to me in particular and goodness knows that I wasn't the giving them. But it seemed that at least half of the incoming freshmen at the orientation came with someone. So, naturally, when they were separated, they were icy, or ignored everyone around them. Most of them anyway. I came with two people, but still was able to befriend like 10 people. By befriend, I mean meet. And get Facebook friend requests. For example, I met this awesome gangsta-black-lesbian-chick. At first I thought she was a dude, but then I noticed her breasts. I wonder if she wraps........Butm yeah, she's really nice and funny. LOL
Also, I was really surprised at how HIGH my placement scores were. I wasn't surprised to jump to intermediate Spanish, though. I'm pretty much fluent and I've never lived in a Spanish speaking country. I can't wait to travel abroad. But other than that, I scored the highest possible in writing, which I was dreading because the topic of the essay SUCKED. And my reading and math scores were high enough that they didn't give me a placement, and I can choose any course from I want/am eligible to take from their subjects. LOL I was happy.
HOT GUYS RAN AMOCK! And I've heard from so many people that college is the place where most people experiment with their sexuality, so I'm gonna totally try to befriend a lot of the hot guys. It shouldn't be hard since I am already signed up for the Lacrosse team. **As sexual as I may seem online, I am not that open about it eye are ell. I only get turned on if the other party is trying to get me too, and only if I am comfortable. This means that I will not be getting hard in the locker rooms/ showers with the jock boys. Unless there are two of us alone for something 'special', that is. I never have, never will. I may be open about my RELATIONSHIP in public, but hand-holding is the closest thing to PDA I get.
Stepenie Meyers' new book, THE HOST, is now my alltime favorite book. I liked it more than the Twilight series. Believe it of Not. UBER LITERARY LOVE.
So yeah. We were putting on a production of Guys and Dolls for the summer acting group. People from all over the county can audition. My twin lives like three towns away from me. It was so wierd walking into a room and seeing . . . myself! The only difference was he had more of a tan than me. He was like an inch taller. And my hair was an inch longer. That's it. People got us mistaken a lot of the time. We sound nothing alike of course. His singing was better than mine. My acting was better than his. I got a higher role. That's the only reason I know that. So yeah. We referred to each other as Doppleganger. It was really gross. One of the older guys thought that we were gonna 'get it on' by the time the play was over. We were both gay and we bonded, but I saw him as more of a twin brother that a lover. I was all EEEEEEWWWW!!!!!! Then I come to find that the one who said that would love to 'do' someone that looked like himself. He said it would be trippy. GROSS!
Love life part. Yeah. Since most of the guys I fall for are straight anyway, this shouldn't be too hard to figure out. I mean, for reals. Most of my torrid affairs are with straight, curious guys. C'mon. And as for the one that I dated for a long time. Aaron. It was too good to be true. I won't be able to find someone out there that satisfies my shallow side and my every other side. I, as a shallow person, won't even consider dating someone ugly, by my standards. It's not even a conscious decision anymore. I am just repulsed by those that don't meet my criteria of hot. They could be the perfect intellectual, social, whatever match, but I couldn't touch them. Wouldn't. I guess that makes me a bad person. But, before you go insulting and pointing your finger, I am aware that this is why I will be lonely forever. There isn't a guy out there for me. I can't even seem to find a fictional one.
Peace Out. Coexist.
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