lacking

My life has become increasingly boyless since I last posted. Citrus Boy is sort of out of my life. The Sex God is just a good friend.

The "love of my life" (fuck that) returned to visit from University on Monday, made me cry, and then left again. I suppose he was aptly named the Obscure Object. He's not just Obscure, he's fucking Opaque.

Pretty much the only guy in my life now is strictly platonic. I think. I hate it when it gets confusing about those sorts of things.

I'm seeing a therapist on Thursday.
I'm very sick, have a nasty cold.

Homecoming sucked, but I told eveyone I had a good time because I didn't want to ruin the mood.

And I hate high school.
Oh, and I'm beginning to think that I'm never going to get into college.
Otherwise, I'm fantastic.

I read a fucking amazing book. It was called "the Line of Beauty," and it's about a gay boy living in the mid 80s conservative upper class England and all its idiosyncracies... Amazing book. Won the Booker Prize.

scary arm problems

It feels like they're frozen-- but they're not cold. Typing is so hard-- and painful. I think it's just my left hand/arm. Agh. AND I have so much homework to do tonight-- how can I write if my arms feel like they're on slow motion? Damn and a half.

In other news-- I just started an amazing book. It's called Blink, and normally I hate nonfiction-- but this is really interesting and is about first impressions and how sometimes they're right. Which strikes me as rather hilarious, because we're taught not to base our opinions of people on first impressions-- even though everyone does anyway.