I’m not trying to call anyone in particular out here, but I am very much over the gay jokes. I find myself suddenly back in Jr. High trying to endure through obnoxious gay jokes and being called a girl.
1- A library in indianapolis
2- A Stained Glass Studio in Indianapolis
I hope one or both pull through.
1- Graduation on saturday
2-My brother, seesther and dur bb are coming here on friday
3- My Seesther’s sister is coming with her three kids and they’re staying here. (I enjoy a house full of children that I don’t hate)
4- I may be working in a library in indianapolis!
5- I’m house sitting in the downtown area for a week.
6- my last final is in a few hours.
7- PhiPhi O’hara will not be winning RPDR.
I will roll this last final into a big ball and turn it into a staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!
Chapel 3 times a week:
Having a job on campus:
Living Off Campus:
Watching Everyone graduate last year:
living with 6 dramatic bitches:
When Freshmen ask me to do anything:
Now It is time to graduate:
For our final project we have to add chapters to a book we read this semester. My main character just woke up from a coma to go to her favorite pizza place. A band of drag queens is playing songs, but little does she know her nurse that took care of her is the lead singer and the band is named after her. While in her coma she inspired the town to fight back against the Witch Gang that has been terrorizing the town.
I’d love to just be happy for my younger brother, but I can’t. He recently signed a book contract. He is writing a book. This is 100% real. We are not dreaming. His book will be about some passage in the book of Matthew (from the bible) and how it relates to what he’s done with his life this year… It sounds dreadful. People write their entire lives and get nothing published, but people like my younger brother and snooki get published.
If myself or my cancer is brought up I demand compen$$$ation!
I worked a short shift in the Ceramics Studio on Tuesday. (9-12 if anyone wondered.) Upon my arrival I could smell the smell of the Raku Kiln. Firing up the Raku Kiln is very easy, but if done wrong you WILL destroy all of your work. I’ve become something of a Raku expert in my 5 years of working in the ceramics studio, so when I saw that the new kids were doing it wrong I corrected them.
I was greeted with smirks and no response at all. I know my shit so I let them continue. If they want to pretend like I know nothing and treat me like I’m an idiot they’ll enjoy seeing their hard work fall apart in a few minutes. Even when I told them exactly why their pieces exploded or cracked into shards they ignored me.
About a half hour after all of this bullshit the ceramics prof wanders in the studio, looks at their pieces and says “Why didn’t you ask Nick to help you? He’s the Raku expert.”
It’s funny how people have very little sympathy for issues that don’t effect their lives directly, and expect me to join in. The rights of the LGBTQI community are close to my heart because they are MY RIGHTS. We are not a novelty item on a shelf. We are not just some hilarious face on television. We are real people facing real problems.
a friend from my painting class asked me if I’m gay today. She wanted to know for sure instead of just assuming, which is very nice and thoughtful… she followed up her polite thoughtfulness with “ughhh. all the good ones are gay!” I wish I had had the time to explain how painfully untrue that is.