I started thinking about parallel universes and stumbled upon this chart, but couldn’t understand it. Or this.
So I decided I would try to make my own and I made this.
and then I made this.
This is me high. This is me studying for finals.
I don’t even know. I took a very interesting perspective. What usually happens when you smoke weed. I realized I should probably take a math or physics class next semester.
So kids, I guess that is when you will find yourself using all that stuff you are currently learning in math. You will use math to avoid studying for a Religious studies final, while smoking weed.
Isn’t that the motivation you needed to finish that math homework.
I don’t know what to label my sexuality as. It’s not really something I want to do at all because there is no perfect box for me to check. What I like and how I feel changes daily, including my sexual preferences. So what really pisses me off is when people do it for me.
Tomorrow I am traveling home to see my family and according to my mother, I should be prepared for the gossip that is circulating the town. Bringing my friend, K-, home from college was apparently not the right choice. According to my aunt, I now “bat for the other team”. Now I am not saying that I don’t, but whose business is that?
I am attracted to both women and men, but none of them have ever fit either binary 100%. So why is it that their genitalia are now making the big deal? I am attracted to women that don’t look exactly like the stereotypical woman. I like the short hair, the lack of skirts and dresses, the slightly lower voice. No bulging muscles or thick facial hair, but still delicate cheek bones and the curves of a woman. Yes, I am one of those women that find Ruby Rose extremely attractive.
A Rose Amongst the Thorns
These feelings aren’t exactly new, but I haven’t been accepting of them until recent years. My very conservative family always teased me about identifying as a lesbian because of my participation in rugby and lack of interest in serious relationships. I was always much more concerned with not proving them right, rather than exploring what might make me happy. I still am barely testing the waters of this recent interest and their accusations are only based off of incorrect assumptions about a relationship with my very good friend.
My friend, K-, and I have a really close relationship, but it’s not what you think. We got on dates, we cuddle, we hold hands. I am overprotective, while she is extremely caring and it might sound like we’ve crossed the line or are going to, but it’s really not like that. I care about her on a different level than I have many other people in my life, but that doesn’t mean I want to be with her sexually or with any sort of commitment. I just enjoy doing what I want to do and it does not have to oblige me to anything or limit me in anyway.
Wish me luck home in that little town with big mouthed people. 🙂
I am finally done with living in student housing and no longer write down my parent’s place as my permanent address. I just officially moved into my very first house and the transition from country to city life is going quite smoothly, except for when we got the police called on us last night.
My housemates and I were just breaking in the new house with some drinks. I may have broke a bottle of wine. We may have had the music a little loud. There may have been some dancing in the living room, but how much trouble can 5 people really make? One of our neighbors interpreted our fun night as domestic violence. When I went outside for a smoke I ran straight into a pair of cops peaking through our bushes and spent the next 20 minutes being harassed by the officers for not letting them enter my household.
I am happy police officers investigate domestic violence, but I am pissed at them for ruining my night. Everything turned out alright, until I found out that my bike was stolen out of my backyard! I can only blame the neighborhood. Someone is a bike thief and likes to report harmless get togethers. I don’t know which house to blame, but I hate someone on my street.
ears full of water 