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Monday, July 23, 2001

I cleaned on Saturday and then on Sunday I cleaned some more and went to hear this cool group who played rhumba music at Borders and Books. Then we had neighbors over for dinner and I hid in the den (they had a terrifyingly cute little three year old).

I'm really worrying about school starting again and I'm scared. Today I went to the doctor where I got poked twice, once for a TB test and the other for a hemoglobin count. Then I saw my friends Kristy and Amado for dinner at a pizza place. Kristy is insane and fun and overall crazy. Amado is sort of witty and sarcastic and makes a lot of mocking type jokes.

Tomorrow morning (at the ungodly hour of 7:00) I leave for Florida where I won't get to update my blogger very often.

Sunday, July 22, 2001


It's been a long two days.

I went out jogging and accidentally left a window open. A window on the computer. A window on the computer of the program MSN. A window on the computer of the program MSN containing a webpage. That webpage happened to rather explicitly describe to guys having sex. With each other.

"Really, it's a stupid pop-up window," I tried to explain to my mom. She didn't buy it (even though I've had weirder things pop up). I'm gay and I'm okay with that. It might change, I often get the feeling my sexuality is fluid. I don't think it will anytime soon. I eventually told my mom that I'm confused about my sexuality (not any more, though, than I think anyone else is). That she bought. Now she wants me to go with her the next time she goes to her psychologist. I don't really feel the need to see a psychologist about my sexual orientation. Perhaps about the cutting, suicide attempts, and overall depression, but not about my sexual orientation. Oh well.

Jill came over today (mom's best bud). SHe went running with me and then when we got back we all watched Family Man. I thought it would be horrible but it was okay. A little sappy, but funny at times. I also saw Mission to Mars on the eventful Thursday (two days ago now). That was really bad. The music was even worse.

I'm too tired to type anymore now. Must go to bed.

Oh yeah, added Ravings page. Weird stuff, man.


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