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Day Two So....I'm feeling sad, and energized, kind of. I want to be sleeping. But I keep thinking of things that I want to be doing, and...yeah. So...we're listening to kiss 108. Man...it is more repetitive than Q. My bed is wonderful. The way it is set up, it has a little thingy attached to the wall that acts as both a back to lean on and a storage area. During the day, the bed goes under it, but at night, it pulls out. But with all of my pillows, it creates the illusion of sleeping on a REALLY wide couch. It's good! And comfy! And when I look up and see Angelina and Etheridge and all of my friends on my wall, it makes me happy. Our room is gorgeous. I really like it a lot. On my wall I have rainbow sticker, the afore-mentioned chicks, and pictures of all girls, no guys, OH and an editorial that I cut out of the paper a long time ago about how it should be ok for people to talk about being gay. If anyone looked closely at all, it would be rather obvious to them that I am a lesbian...not as though I'm saying that I am...scary transition! AND, if they were to figure it out, I think I'd be okay with that. And I think I'm getting involved with NUBiLAGA anyway, so they can just have a field day. I will give a cookie to the first person to ask me, as long as it isn't hostile. Until then, I will most likely just test the waters on a case by case basis, and not say anything either way to people that are not worthy. So...I miss people a lot. I miss my deep wonderful relationships. Everything here is so SHALLOW. It won't stay that way, but, I don't like it. Hoping to feel okay tomorrow. I have a TON to do. This is a good thing. And I keep thinking about Linda kissing me. And it makes me feel so good. And then I get a hard dose of reality and it makes me feel so bad. So I just don't know...except that I love her, and this is going to continue to be a damn hard situation. Oh well, no more chances for me to mess up this way, really. That's good anyway. Gonna try to sleep, and if I can't, I will be comfortably cuddling in my bed and trying to think wonderful thoughts so that i don't throw up. | |