Here’s a nice coming out story.
The article is extremely verbose, but pretty easy to read. It’s the kinda coming out I wish I had.
No, wait, he’s the kind of PWPL I wish I was. Plus, he’s cute. (Totally proves my theory that all Matthews are cute)
Let me see, how do I not turn this into a pity party.
See, the problem is that I have been going out more, hanging out with new people, experiencing new things and realizing how much world I’m missing. And every time I put myself out there, I feel rewarded in the ways that I used to think could never happen - I have a fantastic new friendship, I can finally say I don’t hate clubbing, I’m just being so much more comfortable with who I am and what I want to achieve.
And then of course Mondays happen and you go and juxtapose my heightened social prowess with the hell that is mindef, and you can’t help but feel depressed.
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So a lot has happened over the past couple of days. I feel energized, slightly sexier than before, and ever ready to look for love again.
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Today, I watched Shelter, one of the most amazing character-driven shows I’ve watched. Best? Probably not, but pretty amazing.
I’m not going to spoil the story, but I loved the way the sex scenes were tastefully done and the little ways they showed affection for each other. It’s like an arthouse flick, but with more talking and it built up nicely into a feel good finish.
Because I haven’t posted in a while, and because the whole world now knows I’m in love with David James Porkchop Archuleta, and because I simply can,
I shall analyze David’s stunning performance this week.
Please flips your notebooks to page one, and refer to:
I’ve been following this German Soap, “Forbidden Love”, on YouTube, about this guy, Olli, who has a crush on his straight best friend Christian.
I find it imperative to say that Christian is totally cute.
The drama lies in that Christian once had a girlfriend, Coco, who kissed Olli once and had a crush on him. Of course she feels like crap and blames herself all the time, not knowing that Christian once kissed Olli too. Well Olli kissed Christian.
Initially, Christian, like all straight guys, thought it was disgusting blah blah blah, and the relationship between the three gets mixed up with a plethora of other events.
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Brown
Dear Yi Han,
The Brown Board of Admission has completed its evaluation of nearly 21,000 applications to the Class of 2012, and it is with great regret that I must inform you that your application could not be included among our acceptances. To deny admission is an unhappy business, as much for those responsible for the decision as for the candidate who is turned away.
The great majority of the young men and women who applied to Brown this year are clearly capable of performing well academically and of making significant contributions to the college community in other ways. With more than fourteen candidates for every available space, the Board’s task in selecting the Class of 2012 has been extremely difficult.
We want to acknowledge your accomplishments and we want you to understand how much care we have taken in the admission process to get to know all of our applicants, and how much more painful it therefore is to deny so many.
Your official admission decision letter has been mailed to you. You have my best wishes for success in your college plans. Our inability to select your application for admission is as much a loss for Brown as it is a gain for another college.
Although you may well be disappointed by our decision, remember that in the long run where you go to college is far less important than what you do with the opportunities that surely will come your way.
Yours sincerely,
James S. Miller
Dean of Admission
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No School. No Boyfriend. No life. It’s hard not to be cynical sometimes.
So I was at the salon today, a new one, because the old one was a friend of The Boyfriend, and since The Boyfriend and I are that that place, it just feels weird going back to him. Anyway, after being told that I will actually be walking away with a net loss for 32 buckaroos (I was desperate), I took a seat on the nice leather chair, and narcissist that I am, started to check myself out in the soft glow of mirror lighting.
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I’m having the most difficult time manifesting my thoughts into words - the complexity of the goings-on in my life render words a most tedious tool.
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I tell you that I need to love myself, and that I need people who love me, but I know that no one does, and I know that none of this will last.
I tell you that you don’t care for me, even when you do, because I want you to care more.
I tell you that it’s your fault, but silently, I know it’s all mine.
I pretend that I’m growing up, but I’m dying.
I tell people I don’t believe in suicide, but I secretly wish that a car will knock me over so that it’ll all be over and I’ll still be right.
Mariah was wrong, they can take everything.
When the sun shines
We’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath
I’mma stick it out ’till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
And now, I really have nothing.
