I realized what it is I want to do with my life, at least for the next couple years, and that something is work with kids who are having similar challenges to the ones I encountered in high school. I want to be some kind of after-school activity director and I want to do that for my old high school. This is pretty much what I think would make me happier than anything, and so yesterday, I sent my old principal an email explaining how I would love to work with the school on that program. I don't know if that's at all reasonable, or if he's goi ng to say, "go to college a few years, then we'll talk." I really hope not. so, I'm crossing my fingers. wish me luck.
in other news, the 80's dance party last night was fun and I had a good time with Sam. a lot of people half hit on him, which wasn't too cool, but whatever. I know he's a very attractive young man, and since all the girls there were straight and the boys gay, it was to be expected. I guess just after Kyle wanting to fuck my guy friend a year or so back, it kinda killed my whole hope for the best thing? I just get nervous.
I've been cheated on once, and told that they wanted to cheat once.
Thanks, dudes.
Right now I'm in Sam's living room, at the dining table and eating rice pudding. Just had eggs and toast. Lactose intolerance kicking in. Oh, joy.
Hey, elastic waisted mom-jeans are only $9.99 at bi-mart right now. Go get a membership.
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