my chromosomes are full of why

It was 11/18/09. That morning, we had turned in our Medieval Magazines, and so a large amount of stress was lifted. We hung out that night, because there wasn’t any homework to do. We stood outside at night hugging and talking. Hugging a lot. I wanted to press our foreheads together and be face-to-face but it seemed like you didn’t want to. I bit your ear and licked your hair a lot. Heh. After a while, I walked you back to your door, and you stood on the porch and I stood on the lower walk way. I thought about just going home, but I wanted to do it. So I did. And I didn’t want to count it as a first because I felt like I didn’t do it right, but I counted it anyway and was just trolling you.

I didn’t stop smiling until I finally fell asleep.

Hmph.

Blue plaid boxers.

My day was quite slow, if you couldn’t already infer.

Fuck you.

I don’t carry a bag. But there’s some money in my wallet, my license, a Mewtwo Pokemon card, a debit card, a student ID, receipts, and a bandaid. My backpack has a 9 year old laptop, 50ft cat6 cable, a power brick, a fried wireless adapter, and deodorant in it.

Phoebe,

You’re mean and stuff, but also nice sometimes. You seem to be on a quest to show everyone that you’re better than them, but to what avail? You can’t stand Texas and wouldn’t stop saying how badly you didn’t want to come back/stay here. You want to move somewhere far away not in America, and travel the world when you leave college. Good luck with your adventures. Thanks for giving me something to aspire to beat. It was nice to know that you finally said you were proud of me when I became a bellguard. I hate living in your shadow. Other stuff that I can’t think of.

Hope you’re having fun at Comic-Con.

My weird Vans highlighter green and grey and white shirt, with black Champion shorts, Nike socks, and white Nike slip on shoes. Nothing special. Oh, and blue plaid boxers. Yay.

I don’t know what to believe. I want to think that God exists because I have a great fear of the unknown. It would give comfort and hope to know that something is there after all this shit goes down.

But I can’t really think that because I’d be subject to the same criticism and hate that my friends and I have given to Bible whores. I can’t accept that ridicule. 

I don’t know what else to put.

EDIT: Post #700

Sitting in a chair at an end-of-6th grade party, located near the center of the backyard. Being a big puss over a girl that seemed significant. Drawing too much attention from my peers. Accidentally locking myself in the bathroom. Feeling embarrassed as an adult helped me get out. 

And then everything went downhill from there.