unbornbloom

Recent Events in the Life of girl named [Me] :

So. Coincidences are abound as of late. and heres one more. Its a stretch but its odd.
I ran into a girl I knew in highschool today, she was one of my FAVORITE people even though I didnt know her extremely well...I knew her well enough to know she wasnt like all the the other idiots at school and was actually a worthwhile person. It was soooo good to see her because at the end of the year we didnt get the chance to exchange information, so since I graduated. Id been wondering about her and how shes doing. Shes a year behind me so still in h.s. anyway, i find out shes applying to mills, YAY. I know this school would be absolutely perfect for her. shes got the mills 'tude. anyhow coincidentially her name is natalie. haha isnt that wierd? okay. so maybe its only wierd to like me and two other people. but it is just a little.

so i was at the store trying to exchange the shirt i had bought a few weeks ago cause it was too small. but they didnt have any in my size in the same color (purple) so i had to get a friggen red. that bums me out. the purple was mondo much cuter.

i was supposed to go to the book store today...im going to poke my eyes out if i dont get hundred years of solitude or mad dog soon...but my dad bailed on me. he was going to buy me a book.
speaking of MY DAD.

he pissed me off. i slap my forehead at that man. dear god. he brought up this girl, he remembered seeing at registration at school and always brings her up cause she was flaminly dykey and very very loud. he always asks about her, i dont know why, like in a morbidly curious way. and so i was telling him how shes dating one of the RAs and he says "oh thats disgusting" and i says what the fuck. way to be homophobic. your just chockfull of prejuidices arent you? but im an ass and i laugh quietly while i accuse him because inside i really dont want him to know that his sweet little girl had her hands up another girls shirt last weekend. he says something to the effect of no one was complaining when they were all still in the closet. and i just shake my head.
sometimes i feel like an asshole for actually not fighting his mentallity. for not enduring the unpleasantrys in order to attain some respect or liberation. but mostly i feel like it would lead to a beating of the dead horse. just around and around, arguing with him is never productive and theres no way out of approaching his prejuidices without arguing.
i dont hate my dad. and hes not a bad person. hes just blind.

that is all for now...