dingoes8

I'm not the person I was six months ago. Among other changes, my life is more compartmentalized than it has ever been. I have my family, work, school, five independant and definable circles of friends, my best friend, plus what I do when I'm by myself. That in itself isn't noteworthy. People often have that many things going on, sometimes more. The weird thing is that not a single one really knows anything about any of the others. My family doesn't know anything about my friends, my job, or school, and my friends don't know anything about my family, my job, school, or even the other friends that I have. And no one knows what I'm like when I'm on my own. I have more of a social life now than I've ever had, but I've never been more alone. I've also never been this close to happy.

There are too many girls in my life, and none of them want to have sex with me. Or the ones that I want to don't, at least. Or they do, but for the wrong reasons. Yes, beggars can be choosers. I guess what I'm saying is, there's no overlap of the "wanting to have sex" trait in any of my male/female relationships, which there are plenty of. I only really hang out with one guy regularly, and he's even more femmey than I am. I think I need some male companionship. And not in the making out variety.

My neighbor listens to The Offspring's Ixnay on the Hombre about three times a day. I thought everyone stopped listening to The Offspring in middle school. So I've been blasting 88 Fingers Louie and Against Me! to teach them what real punk music sounds like. I feel it's my civic duty. And don't anybody give me shit about my music not being punk enough.

Oh, and I have red hair.