anwserman
Apr 1, 2005, 01:49 AM
Crack in the Shell.
Guess what, I'm the egg.
This is a huge-ass accumulation of every single shitty thing that has gone on in my life in recent times. Sorry everyone, especially Scenjntjynahl, I've been misleading you with the illusion that I am happy.
First things first. I've gained like 30 pounds of weight since last summer. To be fair to myself, some of that is muscle and some of it is fat. I mean, even though it took me a little over an hour.. I still jogged 70 laps (which is 6.33 miles) without stopping. Yay. My clothes are tight still and I poke myself and feel fat.
My parents. God, how I loathe them at times; its like they're trying to get me to appreciate not living at home this fall. Yes, I am aware that I do have it easy (I mean, for crying out loud I'm 20 years old living at home) but they pull rediculous bullshit.
Prove my point:
I'm now in Phi Theta Kappa, the 2-year college honor society (I'm Greek!)
I attend college damn near 2x fulltime (fulltime is 12 credits, I'm almost double that at 22)
I work part-time
I'm gone from our house 10-12+ daily.
So. My room isn't exactly tidy since I'm always busy and on the go. Well, to encourage me to clean my room my mother feels that it is necessary to confiscate clothing (MY CLOTHING THAT I'VE PURCHASED WITH MY OWN DAMN MONEY) for an indefiniate amount of time if it is left on the ground when she does random inspections. Yeah. So I buy more clothing instead. And, I guess that I'm on a fucking honor society and 20 years old I should be capable of cleaning my room - well, it is my room and if company comes over... I'll clean it. If they come over unannounced, well tough shit thats their problem. But nope. Its not like I fucking sit on my ass everyday and play PSO or (insert random game here) 24/7... I'm ACTUALLY BEING PRODUCTIVE. No dice.
Speaking of parents... "Why don't you ever let us know what is going on in your life Jeff!" Well, geez... let me think about this for a fucking moment. Whenever I do an FYI to update you both on my life, mom and dad, it always gets turned into a lecture.
I just did a research paper in English on homosexuality. Yes, a paper on homosexuality. It got two grades, an "A" in content and a "B-" in technical. But, before I handed it in I was excited that my paper was done and I told my co-workers about my paper and how much work I put into it, what it was about and if they wanted to read it. Yeah, its a research paper but it was a damn good one (and an interesting read, actually.) Yet, whenever I do something that I'm rather proud of, I let people see whatever I'm doing.
Well, I got reprimanded at work by my father by leaving such "controversial" material around and that we're now forbidden to bring down similar items. Yet, it wasn't supposed to be "controversial" because all it did was highlight certain things that have appeared in the news. If you've been semi-up-to-date on the news within the last five months, you'd already be exposed to it. Whatever. Well, trying to create friendly conversation with my mother about this paper (two different talks now), she tries to explain to me that I should start respecting other's peoples opinions and not talk about homosexuality and not be open about it, and avoid discussing it.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Yeah, she told me that I shouldn't be open about it (please do note that there is a diffrence between being open and flaunting it... if I ever started to flaunt it to extremes I'd kill myself). Yeah. Hypocrite. Another fun aspect was when she told me that I need to be careful because I could end up dead because of this and yada yada yada.... and that I'm only one person and I can't change the world so I should essentially just give up... and not get my ass beaten. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. Egad. You can almost imagine the rest that she said.
OH... speaking the rest of what she said, she said that "This isn't easy for us, myself, your father, Jenny, Troy and Yesenia..." What. Troy and Yesenia? My brother and his wife? I never told them that I was gay. Oh yes, I forgot.
I was never aware of the fact that you guys (referring to my parents) told them I was queer three years ago, until my sister confired this fact with me 2 nights ago. One hell of a mental-lapse there mom and dad. Now, now now it is a "family concern" but the fact that they never told me that they outed me... and that my sister was the one who told me three years after the fact, not them... slightly pisses me off. It wasn't the outing itself, please be aware. Yes, I was wrong for three whole years thinking they didn't know.
Jonathan! Wonderful Jonathan! He's a gay guy that I'm getting to know. I'm not going to post anything in regards to any possible qualms/problems I have with him personally here in this post, but a story. I was blonde. Jonathan wanted to dye my hair. So, on a Sunday we decide to dye my hair after work. Before that shift...
My mother gives me the whole "HIV/AIDS" speel and how dangerious it is for gay men to acquire AIDS and shit. Things I'm already aware of.
Now mother, I'm a virgin still. Yes, I'm horny but a virgin. But when did DYING HAIR translate to UNPROTECTED, FUCKING DANGEROUS SEX? Ah yes, you're a fucking bitch that ruins my mood instead with your profound display of insolence. Speaking of which, she also thinks porn is damn near thy devil incarnate (how the hell can you look at that stuff!), that masturbation is evil (she doesn't remember accusing me of being a child-molester) and that along with "being open/flaunting" sexuality I talk about jacking off 24/7. Egad. Yeah. Want to know how most of this falls under, catagorywise? "My lack of understanding when it came to personal relationships."
Bullshit. "Your lack of understanding of your son's comprehension of relationships because you're too busy looking for things to nag him on."
And although I said I don't want to post anything about Jonathan, well right now I can't tell whether or not I'm lusting or liking him. Time will tell.
Final rant: School. It sucks. I need to maintain a high GPA. I have 22 credits. I'm going to bomb my next Trig test because I've acquired a "fuck-it-all attitude" due to this shitty rut I'm in. Not only that, I'm also behind in two other courses. Classes end in a month, and I have a shitload of work to do.
And once I graduate with an Associates degree, I have 3-4 weeks before I start summer school. Hip, hip horray. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_frown.gif
Guess what, I'm the egg.
This is a huge-ass accumulation of every single shitty thing that has gone on in my life in recent times. Sorry everyone, especially Scenjntjynahl, I've been misleading you with the illusion that I am happy.
First things first. I've gained like 30 pounds of weight since last summer. To be fair to myself, some of that is muscle and some of it is fat. I mean, even though it took me a little over an hour.. I still jogged 70 laps (which is 6.33 miles) without stopping. Yay. My clothes are tight still and I poke myself and feel fat.
My parents. God, how I loathe them at times; its like they're trying to get me to appreciate not living at home this fall. Yes, I am aware that I do have it easy (I mean, for crying out loud I'm 20 years old living at home) but they pull rediculous bullshit.
Prove my point:
I'm now in Phi Theta Kappa, the 2-year college honor society (I'm Greek!)
I attend college damn near 2x fulltime (fulltime is 12 credits, I'm almost double that at 22)
I work part-time
I'm gone from our house 10-12+ daily.
So. My room isn't exactly tidy since I'm always busy and on the go. Well, to encourage me to clean my room my mother feels that it is necessary to confiscate clothing (MY CLOTHING THAT I'VE PURCHASED WITH MY OWN DAMN MONEY) for an indefiniate amount of time if it is left on the ground when she does random inspections. Yeah. So I buy more clothing instead. And, I guess that I'm on a fucking honor society and 20 years old I should be capable of cleaning my room - well, it is my room and if company comes over... I'll clean it. If they come over unannounced, well tough shit thats their problem. But nope. Its not like I fucking sit on my ass everyday and play PSO or (insert random game here) 24/7... I'm ACTUALLY BEING PRODUCTIVE. No dice.
Speaking of parents... "Why don't you ever let us know what is going on in your life Jeff!" Well, geez... let me think about this for a fucking moment. Whenever I do an FYI to update you both on my life, mom and dad, it always gets turned into a lecture.
I just did a research paper in English on homosexuality. Yes, a paper on homosexuality. It got two grades, an "A" in content and a "B-" in technical. But, before I handed it in I was excited that my paper was done and I told my co-workers about my paper and how much work I put into it, what it was about and if they wanted to read it. Yeah, its a research paper but it was a damn good one (and an interesting read, actually.) Yet, whenever I do something that I'm rather proud of, I let people see whatever I'm doing.
Well, I got reprimanded at work by my father by leaving such "controversial" material around and that we're now forbidden to bring down similar items. Yet, it wasn't supposed to be "controversial" because all it did was highlight certain things that have appeared in the news. If you've been semi-up-to-date on the news within the last five months, you'd already be exposed to it. Whatever. Well, trying to create friendly conversation with my mother about this paper (two different talks now), she tries to explain to me that I should start respecting other's peoples opinions and not talk about homosexuality and not be open about it, and avoid discussing it.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Yeah, she told me that I shouldn't be open about it (please do note that there is a diffrence between being open and flaunting it... if I ever started to flaunt it to extremes I'd kill myself). Yeah. Hypocrite. Another fun aspect was when she told me that I need to be careful because I could end up dead because of this and yada yada yada.... and that I'm only one person and I can't change the world so I should essentially just give up... and not get my ass beaten. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. Egad. You can almost imagine the rest that she said.
OH... speaking the rest of what she said, she said that "This isn't easy for us, myself, your father, Jenny, Troy and Yesenia..." What. Troy and Yesenia? My brother and his wife? I never told them that I was gay. Oh yes, I forgot.
I was never aware of the fact that you guys (referring to my parents) told them I was queer three years ago, until my sister confired this fact with me 2 nights ago. One hell of a mental-lapse there mom and dad. Now, now now it is a "family concern" but the fact that they never told me that they outed me... and that my sister was the one who told me three years after the fact, not them... slightly pisses me off. It wasn't the outing itself, please be aware. Yes, I was wrong for three whole years thinking they didn't know.
Jonathan! Wonderful Jonathan! He's a gay guy that I'm getting to know. I'm not going to post anything in regards to any possible qualms/problems I have with him personally here in this post, but a story. I was blonde. Jonathan wanted to dye my hair. So, on a Sunday we decide to dye my hair after work. Before that shift...
My mother gives me the whole "HIV/AIDS" speel and how dangerious it is for gay men to acquire AIDS and shit. Things I'm already aware of.
Now mother, I'm a virgin still. Yes, I'm horny but a virgin. But when did DYING HAIR translate to UNPROTECTED, FUCKING DANGEROUS SEX? Ah yes, you're a fucking bitch that ruins my mood instead with your profound display of insolence. Speaking of which, she also thinks porn is damn near thy devil incarnate (how the hell can you look at that stuff!), that masturbation is evil (she doesn't remember accusing me of being a child-molester) and that along with "being open/flaunting" sexuality I talk about jacking off 24/7. Egad. Yeah. Want to know how most of this falls under, catagorywise? "My lack of understanding when it came to personal relationships."
Bullshit. "Your lack of understanding of your son's comprehension of relationships because you're too busy looking for things to nag him on."
And although I said I don't want to post anything about Jonathan, well right now I can't tell whether or not I'm lusting or liking him. Time will tell.
Final rant: School. It sucks. I need to maintain a high GPA. I have 22 credits. I'm going to bomb my next Trig test because I've acquired a "fuck-it-all attitude" due to this shitty rut I'm in. Not only that, I'm also behind in two other courses. Classes end in a month, and I have a shitload of work to do.
And once I graduate with an Associates degree, I have 3-4 weeks before I start summer school. Hip, hip horray. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_frown.gif