what a fucking stupid math class! i think i actually fell asleep with my eyes open a few times. since i already know how to add and fucking subtract, i'm going to try to switch to some other class and then study math on my own so i can retake the test and not have to go through retard math.
anyway, i got a couple of interesting phone calls last night.
the first was from this native american guy named tony that has been friends with my dad for a very long time. he used to live with us when i was 9 or 10 and he was about 14, though all i remember about that was that he got in a lot of trouble for burning one of my dad's pans while trying to cook popcorn. we had a nice little conversation and he even persuaded me to read some of my poetry to him, but it was still a little awkward. he said, "you're dad told me to call you." which leads me to suspect that my dad is trying to get me to fall in love with someone here in order to keep me from moving to sweden. i would love to think that my dad just wants me to be happy, but i think way too much like him. we rarely do something if we don't have two or more motives for doing it.
the other call was from My Friend in Sweden. he called to apologize. we had one of the most lucid conversations that we've had in a long time. i pointed out to him that i have made a great effort to stop telling him what to do, a bad habit that i used to have, and he said, "wow. you're right. i hadn't thought about that, but now that i do...."
at the end of the phone call, he said, "i love you. i know you don't feel comfortable saying that back, but i wanted you to know." i blurted out, "i love you too. i have no problem with saying that."
i'm not the girl he used to know.
anyway, i got a couple of interesting phone calls last night.
the first was from this native american guy named tony that has been friends with my dad for a very long time. he used to live with us when i was 9 or 10 and he was about 14, though all i remember about that was that he got in a lot of trouble for burning one of my dad's pans while trying to cook popcorn. we had a nice little conversation and he even persuaded me to read some of my poetry to him, but it was still a little awkward. he said, "you're dad told me to call you." which leads me to suspect that my dad is trying to get me to fall in love with someone here in order to keep me from moving to sweden. i would love to think that my dad just wants me to be happy, but i think way too much like him. we rarely do something if we don't have two or more motives for doing it.
the other call was from My Friend in Sweden. he called to apologize. we had one of the most lucid conversations that we've had in a long time. i pointed out to him that i have made a great effort to stop telling him what to do, a bad habit that i used to have, and he said, "wow. you're right. i hadn't thought about that, but now that i do...."
at the end of the phone call, he said, "i love you. i know you don't feel comfortable saying that back, but i wanted you to know." i blurted out, "i love you too. i have no problem with saying that."
i'm not the girl he used to know.
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Ooh, it would be fun to teach English in a foreign country. Of course, marrying would be even more fun.
That's so cool that you used to play at powwows. Did you go to the ones at um... erm... there was a school in Seattle, and my sister's friend used to go to powwows there I think. I went once.
And yes, you know, all the people that read my journal and all. All um... two! They all know your secret now. *mwahaha*
Goodness, your family is interesting. The Republican bit is the only thing that disturbs me
Well, I guess the only thing that changed is that my bro-in-law stopped asking obnoxious questions about boyfriends. Now he asks obnoxious questions about girlfriends. And trust me, they're not any less annoying. And my dad "slips" me articles & books about gay issues from time to time. And my mother frequently feels the need to add in "gay people she knows" to a conversation. heh. okay, I'm making them sound terrible. But they are supportive.