Look Up and Onward

Skulls.

2006-05-29T00:00:00.000-04:00

You stumble over a sea of gayly colored
pebbles
(some bleetched and some a shaddowy crimson)
And through your eyes--
they are ony gems--
they are beautifully polished and
fit for the tops of king's crowns.

I (on the other hand) screech at the
customary sight of feastering flesh
(rotting off of their bones
which still fight for life),
but were they ever alive?

You, also, are wasting away...

I look down
I realize

...so am I.

2005-09-24T18:54:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone! It's been awhile, no? Well, it's not like your missing anything, life is routine as always... Me and my family are thinking about me going to the Governers School for the Arts next year for my cello playing. I've heard like so many bad things about the governers school though: promiscuity (rape), and a higher emphasis on Drama than any other art. In other words, from what I hear, the music department there sucks... So now I'm looking into the Fine Arts Center; maybe it'll be something better than the school I go to now.

I saw Chris my boyfriend a few times sine last I blogged. I spent a Saturday with him not too long ago. We drove up into Paris Mountain and went into the woods of a park together. I thought that was a really sweet idea... I saw him for a split second at some Cello-bration thing at USC in Columbia; just enough time for a hello and goodbye I suppose. He shook my hand because we were in public: in the eyes of broad daylight.

I had to play in a masterclass when I was in USC. I played for Mr. Ying, the cellist in the Ying quartet, imaging that. He told me there was tension in my bow arm after we played so I was relieved when he didn't tell me I sucked that bad. Just before that, I had to play in another masterclass for a world renound violinist named Mr. Cho-Liang Lin. lol He told me there was too much tension in my bow arm... I played for him at Woffard College.

BTW I told my best friend Rebecca that I'm gay... I got her to go into a small rehearsal room with me and I told her. She was so accepting of me, she started out sympathetic, but then she was ok with me. I think she knew (lol). And NO I don't ack that gay at all... She never talks about it but I guess I'm ok with still keeping things a secret.

Other than this, my life is running pretty smoothly.

~and then I found ten dollars~

lol ;-) later gators

2005-07-31T00:14:00.000-04:00

So Long Ago...

2005-07-30T23:07:00.000-04:00

Holla! It's been a long time, no? ...But the reason I haven't been blogging is because I've been away at cello camp for five weeks, and it's so incredibly boring here. There is nothing to blog about so I'm just going to stall on this post ;-)

At camp, I guess some fun things happaned. I told my friend Merideth that I knew how to boody-dance and she was all, NUH-UH! So I had to teach her how. When I was taking Merideth to the little fountainette to show her, another friend was all 'I'll teach you how to Grind if you teach me how to Boody-dance...' so I said OK to that! XD Then I started teaching them and they thought my version was gross- I do get a little... graphic... when I dance- and Kat taught me how to grind.... :-D my little dark secret.
Merideth, after I taught her and Kat wanted to know who had the best @$$ and I just told them I was gay. So they responded, "Ok, so who has the best set of boobs?" LOL XD Girls these days, everything's a joke. GR!!!!(infinityXinfinity)^infinity!

Home life is boring and routine. I talk to my boyfriend, Chris, every now and then, in fact I am talking to him right now. He was away and told me to leave a sweet message this is what I left, what do you think? : "I wish I were with you on a boat out on your lake under the stars- with me at your side, so we can talk about what's in the vast reaches of space. And then I'll take your hand as we dance together in the moonlight with only our reflections on the water to tell the secrets we keep together. " -He was out riding on the black waves of the night at his lake house... so, too sappy??

I was supposed to meet Chris today, but he had some issues with one of his friends, so we moved it to next week.

As far as music, I've been writing on two string quartets (no, james, they just take forever to write ;-D ). and there ok... not Dvorak or Prokofiev, but there fine... Well, let me go write on old string quartet no. 2 c-yah!

Condom? Condom? Anyone for a Condom?

2005-07-03T22:58:00.000-04:00

So! I bet you're wondering about why I have such an obsene title for this blog... Well too bad you are curious because I'm never going to tell you!! MWAHAHA! No. Jk. This is what happened:

I was in the Health Center with two friends (one who was getting blood drawn), and we were in the waiting lobby preparing ourselves to here Caroline scream and cry. I looked to my side where there were a bunch of pamplets advertising things like "I used a condom... but it broke." And there was the infamous "How to use a condom" pamplet... There were also 'Man on Man' and 'Woman on Woman' safe STD preventing sex brochures...
I got up to get one of these... interesting pamplets... and I came across a bin of various medications and stuff. They read: 'Advil, Claritin, Hauls, CONDOMS, Ibeprophen... etc.' The lable on the condoms read also: "Take as many as you need because safe sex is smart sex! Please do not take all of the condoms as we are rationed for them each year. Thank you, and remember- be Smart!!" I took a condom and stuffed it into my pocket...

Later that day, I was going number two and I looked over at my pants and was like, "Hmmm... I'm bored and I have a condom in my pants..." So, I got it out and took it out of it's container and the thing was freaking huge. It was like 12" long and 2" wide and I was like, "DAMN! I could never fit into this tiny condom. What to do with a lubricated stretchy economy-sized condom???"

SO!

I took the condom and stretched it a few times and I put it up to my mouth and blew. I blew long and hard. ...And when I was done the condom took the shape of a humongous boob.

I tied the end and threw the inflated condom around the stall.

BUT THEN...

I thought to myself, "I can't go walking out of the men's restroom with a large condom! I've got to pop this thing!"

I got my keys out and was ready, aimed, and about to stab-----and some guy walked in. lol.

When he left, I slit the condom with my keys and let the condom go flying around the room. I put my pants on etc... and I put the condom into the toilet. I flushed. The paper and condom-wraper all went down... ...but the condom did not. Oh well, there's a condom floating around in a toilet somewhere. -I left the bathroom.

Then I found ten dollars.....................

Camp...

2005-06-26T16:13:00.000-04:00

For the past week I have been experiencing NCSA's summer session 'camp.' When I first got here things ran smoothly and I signed in and everything. My room mate is Chinese and it is difficult for him to speak English, but he didn't even get here until Thursday. I'm not very sociable, but on the first day I ate lunch and dinner with this random cellist from my hometown... I ate dinner and lunch alone on Monday and Tuesday. I got here on Sunday...
The cellist I met is very cool, and forced me to eat lunch and dinner wither her XD. ...but by Wed. we were locked away in a small practice room doing improv. on basis tonic I, subdominant VI, and dominant V chords (sorry I'm such a music dork ;) with a few other people.
AND something happaned that made my life. -made me whole. I could die and be like, "Wow, I had a super-fantastic life!" AND IT WAS!!!!(drumrole)

I GOT TO CONDUCT THE WHOLE ORCHESTRA OF 80 PEOPLE DURING SAINT SAENS' DANSE BACCHENALE!!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!
omg that just made my life complete lol.

...but anyway...

I miss Chris so much. He has been stressed out all week and I have been trying to make him happy; tell him I love him and that I think about him often... I call him every now and then and we talk on IM some. It bothers me that he is all stressed. He was sick for two days and had a migraine.

The music we are playing is: Overture to Candid by Baernstein (an opera that sounds all ballroom dancey...), Hoedown by Copeland (the song that accompanies the beef commercial; that we all know and love as "The Beef Song"), Danse Bacchenale by Saint Saens, and Nimrod by E.Elgar (it is sooo pretty OMG!). The music is kind of easy, but it sounds so good and our conductor is nuts. He's metro, so s'all good.

I'm actually having a good time; it's better than last year- last year sucked out loud. Well, week one is over... four weeks to go. Wish me luck.

My First Date

2005-06-17T23:42:00.000-04:00

Well, you know I go out with some guy named Chris. I lied, he's not just some guy; he's the most kind and caring person on the planet. We met yesterday for the first time at the mall; I know it was a dangerous move, but there was something about Chris that I really wanted to meet in person.

I was waiting around the benches of Haywood mall with my hand peacefuly laying on the side rail, until I heard a familiar voice behind me. Turning around slightly Chris came into full view and he was about an inch shorter than me, he was talking on his cell phone to his secritary about one of his patients. He hung up and made eye contact, then suggested we walk around the mall.

Once inside he commented on how I was kinda shy and told me to open up; I don't blame him because I was really nervous... We went into a few shops and looked at clothes. He was such a people-person: he talked to everyone and it was like they knew him. I loved the way he acted. Then he asked me if I wanted to hear him play the organ. I told him yes and he said he didn't have a CD or anything with him, so we had to go to his car to listen.
"Are you OK with that?" he asked.
I responded, "Yea, I don't mind."
We got to his car, it was a nice red SUV. I got in and tried to put my seatbelt on (XD) and he asked me if we were going to talk about stuff for awhile. I put away the seatbelt and we talked about how nervous I was for awhile. He played a few songs on his CD player for me. I thought he was pretty good, -blew my mind how fast he was going with all of those double stops... But anyway, he asked if he could put his hand in mine; he did. He leaned foreward some and so did I... He put his other arm around me... We leand in a little more... and...

So! How's your life going?? -Me? I'm GREAT!

He took me out to dinner at Applebees and talked a little more. Before I knew it I had to leave as did he. He mouthed that he loved me and I mouthed back an "I love you, too." And he left... God I miss him, and it has only been like a few hours. I love him so much, I want to make him so happy.

I stood on the sidewalk, watching him drive away into the distance...

New Boyfriend!!! YAY!!!!

2005-06-15T20:06:00.000-04:00

I met this guy about five days ago on the internet. I was so lonely here in South Carolina, so I decided I would post and add on XY (www.xy.com). I immediately got results from someone who just graduated from my high school; someone in little old Chester County instant messaged me. Then this other guy contacted me by IM and he seemed really cool...

His name was Chris and he plays the organ (the organ, not HIS organ, James) for his church as well as harpsichord for smaller chamber groups... He teaches the technique of the organ to several students.

But anyway, I thought it was cool that he was into music and was raised by a set of Christian parents... He was nice and charming and we talked for what seems like hours about things here and there. He had a boyfriend pass away and was disheartened by that, but it happened six years ago... He was open to me about everything, his joys and sorrows. I felt like I had known him for years on end.

So two days ago he told me he loved me and he knew that I was right for him. I told him I loved him too and things went from there; eventually he asked me to be his boyfriend and I said 'yes, of course.' And I do, I love him dearly and I want to hold him. I want to whisper his name quietly into his ear as we embrace for the first time. I want his hands in mine as I look deeply into his eyes and talk to him about life and love. -I know, I’m hopeless.

I talked to him on the phone and his voice was so consoling to listen to. I wanted so badly to meet him in person again. I've seen him once or twice, at my fathers meetings; our fathers know each other. Ironic, no?
Oh, by the way, he's 24 and hot.-always helps lol jk

Oh yea, and I just joined this cello colt thing, so I have to post this on my blog site:

at http://www.flatoutblind.org/cello/rules_codes.php ...I'm part of the Elegy.

Life

2005-06-09T16:36:00.000-04:00

I had to go to court the other day. It was so early, I thought I was like going to fall over and sleeeeeep!! ...But first I had to go to the doctors to get blood drawn. The really nice nurse-lady looked at me and said, "You've got beautiful..." (I thought she was gonna say eyes or something but she said) "...VEINS!" I was like OMG. So she was kind of old so I felt safe that she wasn't like gonna mess-up on me or something. "Just look the other way and take a deep breath!..." she said. Then she took the needle out and was all 'look your not wanting to bleed!!' -it was sooo creepy.

Then I went to the small court house to get my ticket cleared up; I went with my stepfather, David, this whole time. David is a judge and he knows the other judge that is supposed to do my ticket. So I went in and they called me to the back. I sat down in the sweet old lady judges' office. David and the judge talked for two hours and never said a word about my ticket... So she gave me a hug and we left... It's nice to have a judge as a step-father...

I Had an Accident...

2005-06-03T18:35:00.000-04:00

Well, I kind of got in a wreck... with these two mexicans...
I was pulling out of a tiny, forgotten road onto Woodruff Rd. (the bussiest road in sc besides the interstate). I looked both ways, there were no cars, so I overcorrected into another lane when I was trying to hug close to the curb... KA-BOOOOOOOM. I hit the tail end of this small black car with my BMW. It slung our car against the curb, and the mexicans' car too. My dad shouted at me to get out of the car or else the car would explode... so I did. Our bumper was torn half way off, and I had popped two of their tires. My bad... The police came and cave me a ticket, then me and my dad walked to this really nice resteraunt. He wasn't mad at me or anything! I was the one driving, and it was his nice BMW... Oh well, it will be the first of many wrecks... Look out world Jordan's hitting the road!!

When I Told My Mom and Came Out of My Shell

2005-06-02T02:45:00.000-04:00

OK, this is the blog where I spill my guts out in story about when I told my mom I was gay. It start's like this, I was at my mom's house, and I was in the middle of switching medications. For the record, I was taking the anti-depressant Lexapro 20mmg (now I take 40mmg of Prozac). But anyway, I was in my room laying on my bed and watching TV. Bored. The news was on and they were remembering the first time a McDonalds opened in Russia. I got incredibly board, so I went downstairs and into my mother's room. She was also watching TV and laying on her king sized bed. There was no room on the bed, so I plopped down on the floor and leaned against her narrow-and-tall dresser. The dresser had my mom's wedding rose, encased in a cubic glass container, sitting on top of it.
"Hey Mom? Do you remember when the first McDonalds was built in Russia?" I asked. I was kind of acting stupid, and she noticed.
"Do what?" she asked. She was kind of annoyed.
"You know, the McD---"
Suddenly, my mother's wedding rose fell from the dresser because I had leaned against it. It fell in slow motion as I leaned foreword. It crashed directly on top of my head and smashed into a bugazillion pieces. I took of the wedding rose hat.
"Oh Mom! That was your wedding rose! I'm so sorry! I--"
"It's alright Jordan, are you ok? Here, help me pick up the pieces of glass."
I got the vacuum and helped her pick up the big pieces. We cleaned it up and she got back up on the bed. I sat down on the floor and stayed awhile. I felt so bad; I knew that I had broken a precious piece of my mother's marriage.
I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't be in the same room with her. I left her room and fell down on the stairs, a quiet, overlooked area. It was around nine o'clock, so it was dark and hard to see. I put my head in my hands as tears flowed out of my eyes. I made no noise, though. It was like I was hit with this huge wave of depression. I kept on having skitsophrienic (I know I can't spell) visions of this girl murdering herself. There was blood everywhere, and it was snowing. The blood was all over the snow. These "nightmares" occurred only whenever I closed my eyes, so I kept them open. It was dark, so the blackness didn't help. I tried to interpret these images. It hit me. The girl in the vision was me; I would murder myself later on tonight.
I walked upstairs to my room and searched for anything that had the potential to kill. I threw some items on the bed: a pencil, a coat hanger, a heavy lamp. No, no, no! This wasn't right. These would be too messy, they would leave blood everywhere! I've got it!! Poison! I ran into my bathroom and opened the cleaner cabinet. Orange-clean, Bleach, Pine Fresh... I couldn't decide, so I smelled them all and bleach was the most potent. I prepared my room and hid the bleach between my night table and my bed where it couldn't be seen.
I walked downstairs to be with my family one last time. My mother and step-father were lying down on their bed. When they saw me come in, they stirred. My mother got up and began tidying up her room, I helped her. Of course, I was depressed, and apparently, it showed.
"Is something wrong, Jordan, I'm your mother and you can tell me anything." she said.
“No, I’m fine…” I stated, trying not to cry. She looked at me.
I went upstairs and readied for bed as normal. I decided I would pray before I… well you know. “Dear heavenly Father…”
There was a knock on the door, my mother walked in and settled on my bed.
“There’s something wrong, I expect you to tell me. …As your mother.” She said in a comefortable tone. She stood up and walked to the side of my bed. She layed down beside me.
“Is it something about school??” she quized.
“No”
“Is it about yourself?? Something you can’t change??”
There was a brief silence. “Yeah… I guess”
“So do you like guys?”
“Yeah…”
So the conversation went on and on. She told me that she loved me, first off. Then she started talking about how the last time I was sick, my brother cried. The point is, though, she loved me, and my brother loved me, and my father loved me also.
I felt great and so very relieved. I felt inspired to write a long boring blog that you just read!

What do I look like?

2005-05-30T13:52:00.000-04:00

Well, you've read my incredibly boring blog-life (which tells me that you have way too much time on your hands), but you have no idea what I look like. I'd post up a picture, but you know, I kind of like this blog being annonymous. So, I'll give you the discription. First of all, I am about 5' 7" and I weigh 118. I wear a size 29 if that means anything to you... I am a brunette, my short hair is shimmery (never greesy) and I have green eyes. The wierd thing about my eyes is that there's like this golden-yellow ring around my pupil... it's kind of cool; I wear clear contacts. I have braces, even though my teeth are perfectly straight. I sort of have a six-pack, but my friends will tell you different (in a good way thank you very much). I wouldn't say that I'm hot, just cute. I have been told this several times, that I am just cute... But as long as I'm not ugly, then I'm fine with the way I look... My best friend told me once that I looked like a turtle, then she changed her mind when another friend told me that I looked like a flameango! I guess I sort of do look like a flameango, I've got this huge Adam's apple. Oh well, I'm going to be a cute flameango for the rest of my life...

Nik

2005-05-29T17:04:00.000-04:00

The funniest memory of my old friend Nik was definately when he/we got kicked out of Suncoast Movie store. Nik is interested in Stephen King and other horror people, and scary movies. When we got to the store, he walked up to the transvestite working behind a counter, and asked her where the horror movies were. She pointed us in the direction of the corner of the room. Now you need to know that I take no interest in movies as creepy as It. So there I was, looking around the room and trying not to freak myself out from looking at the movie covers. Nik was reading the back of The Polterguist. From the corner of my eye, I saw something that a twelve-year-old should never see (I was 12 at the time). The movie rack that was oposite to the horror section had been... premoting... prornography. "Oh my gosh! Nik!" I said without thinking. He turned to look at what I was seeing. He had the same reaction and said, "Oh my G*d!" That instant, the transvestite employee shouted out with a lisp and bad southern accent, "Hey! Yawl can't be in that Sexion." Then she called us over, most of the people in the store were pointing and whispering. She added, "I can't let yawl be in that sex-ion because if I let you, then I cood git abresetd. I'm a'gonna have to ask you to leave."
We left and were bashful to go back.
A few weeks later Nik and I went to the mall and of course Nik, being himself, dared me to go into the Suncoast and tell the transvestite off. Well, I never leave a dare untampered, so I walked in.
To my surprise, she was not in the store. I walked up to the manager and asked her where the transvestite was (lol). The manager told me that she was fired because she was stealing movies or something... Nik and I told her what had happened. She didn't look like this was unique news, she apologised for the transvestite and said that they put covers over the porn area. Me and Nik were relieved.
I felt bad though... I didn't mean to see those pictures that were open for all of the world to see!! Oh well, I guess I'm just a sinner-heathen.

Boyz

2005-05-29T15:49:00.000-04:00

Wow! Now that's a topic! I go for the guys that are cute in the face, to be specific... ...but I've never had any kind of contact with another gay person. -Meaning I've probably gotten desperate. Where I live, if your gay, your name is Mud. They are highly discriminated against by white heteros, but in my opinion, that's because they are just uncomefortable around gay people. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but POP! ONE IN TEN PEOPLE IS GAY!
Anyway, I think heteros are hot, but that may just be me. I've never talked to anyone about boyz before. Highschool was great because there was this guy who was on the opposite side of the narrow hall, three lockers down from me. He was FINE! and he kept looking at me. YaYYYYYY! But saddly, I think he's heterosexual. Being around him was living porn! He stripped down to his American Eagle underwear, revealing his sweaty six-pack. Mmm. That's all there is to say.
At my school, there are like no gay people. None. Well, there is this one guy that everybody thinks is gay, but he is just @$$ ugly. Poor thing. He acts gay because his father acts gay. He might be gay, though, you never know. What do you think?

Alison

2005-05-29T15:04:00.000-04:00

Alison... Alison, Alison, Alison... We were the best of friends, and we had so much in common. She was my first girlfriend; she almost made me bisexual. ...ALMOST... Well, it all started when our school's orchestra went to Carowinds and I sat beside her on the way home. She asked me who I liked, and I returned the question. She finally confessed that she liked me and I asked her out. She said yes, obviously, and we went out for about a year and a half. I didn't call her when she wanted to set something up for us to do when the weekends came around. She took it as an 'I don't like you anymore' gesture, and sent me an e-mail saying that I should have just told her it wasn't working out. That's how I got "widowed," -by e-mail. I just went along with it and told her whoever she went out with would be very lucky.
The following school day, she was extremely quiet, especially whenever I walked by. She kept on giving me evil looks (which I can't stand), and finally, I told who else? -Danielle that Alison was acting like such a B!@*#. Big mistake.
Alison is in my third period class. Sure enough, third period reared its ugly head and I wasn't ready. I just looked at the floor the whole period; one of Alisons friends told me that I wasn't helping.
Then lunch hit. After the dead silent meal, some of Alisons black friends started a beatbox behind me on my way to The Arts building. Then they started chanting, "Jordan is a B!@*#! Jordan is a B!@*#!"
What would you do in a situation like this? I did what any other red blooded homosexual would have done: I went into an empty hallway and punched the door of a vacant room. My hand was scratched up and started to bleed a little, but it was worth it. I felt a heck of a lot better.
That was last year^^^^^^^^^^
This year we went out again, and when her grandfather got cancer she was all doom and gloom. I know it's my responsability as her boyfriend to TRY and make everything seem alright, but she was making me depressed whenever I was around her. She would call me and tell me that I wasn't doing anything to help her. She also acused me of flirting with other girls, and I figured that was just hurting her.
I walked up to her and said, "Our relationship is no longer working out..." She said she knew. I was startled by her response and confirmed everything, "...We no longer go out."
That was that.
I feel like such a terrible ogre (no offense to Shrek), but I was hurting her and she was hurting me. It just didn't work out.
Thoughts? Comments??

Danielle

2005-05-29T14:29:00.000-04:00

Danielle! Well where do we begin? Danielle is a girl at my school who stalks me. I've known her for about 2 1/2 years- since the seventh grade. Thats when she started crushing on me. At the time, I was going out with Alison (a violinist) and of course, Danielle was jelous. She sabbotaged our relationship with lies and rumors, etc. Alison broke up with me because I wanted to be friends with Danielle, and it was either one or the other. I figured friends are forever, but I was traggically wrong. Danielle asked me out several times and on the fourth try I said, "Fine!" and we were together. She called me 42 times in about a half an hour, breaking her record of 33 in that same amount of time. So, three days later, I broke up with her because 'I didn't want a girlfriend at the time...' People would ask me why I went out with her in the firse place.
Let me fill you in on what Danielle looks like. She is about 5' 5'' and weighs about 150+ pounds. She has braces that mask her peutridly misplaced teeth, and she wears glasses occasionally. Her hairline is extremely far back because her hair is in a tight ponytale at all times. As for me, I weigh 118, am 5' 7'', and wear contacts. I have braces, even though my teeth are perfectly straight (I've had them for 3 yrs), and my short hair is pushed off to the side neatly. ...but back to the story...
Suddenly, Danielle has a boyfriend and needs my advice. I fell for it and counceled her and her imaginary boyfriend. She breaks up with him soon after. Then she gets a boyfriend from church and wanted me to meet him. I did and he was FINE. But, they broke up soon after. Just to point out the oblious, this pattern continues on + on.
Now, this is the thing that really creeped me out. Danielle made her mom drive to my house. She clames to have seen me in my bathroom... ...yeah, creepy.
This year was different, however, because Danielle started to tell people: that we made out at the movies, that she gave one of her old boyfriends a blowjob, and that she gave the seventh chair cellist(to my first :-) a blowjob too. Well, about the kissing, first of all I'm gay honey *double snap* and I'll try not to be mean, but she is @$$ ugly. The blowjob with her imaginary boyfriend stands obvious. As for the cellist, I talked to him and he said he thought she was peutridly discusting. The cellist talked to Danielle and he hasen't gotten a single phone call since.
She also said that she was with her seventeen-year-old boyfriend at the Hyatt (a hotel) sipping champaign- he drove the car. This has just got holes all in it. You can't order a hotel room OR drink champaign unadulterated when you're seventeen. You'd need to be eighteen.
I stopped talking to her.
She began to tell all of her friends that I called her a slut, which would be perfectly sensable, when I called her a trollop (a slobish woman who would typically sell themselves). Several of her friends confronted me and told me that I was a jerk. Her father threatened me. This got out of hand, so I simply cut off her only evil power: I had my phone number changed. She quit bothering me, but about a month later she got my number from one of my many friends.
So, that's the story. What did you think? It is 100% true. So you think I was too harsh to her? What would you have done?

Physical

2005-05-27T00:53:00.000-04:00

Well, today I had to get a physical... The doctor was poking at me and had me hooked up to all of these machiens with names that I can't pronounce. He told me to take off all of my clothes except for my boxers. To make matters worse, I was wearing Christmasy boxers with candycanes on them. To make matters even more worse, I'm gay and hate for people to see me without any clothes on... I won't even let my mom see me without a shirt on. Anyway, the doctor weighed me and I had lost 2 lbs. (so proud... I'm at 118 + 15yrs). The sad thing is, though, the doctor wanted me to come back after a fast so that he could draw blood... Thus ends my day, how was yours?