"I look so butch I could fuck myself"

Again, thanks to Lauryn for the title. :) You have no idea how much I completely love that line.

Anyways. This is a totally random post. I really have nothing to say, except that I'm glad that we didn't cancel the cell phones back when money was tight. :)

Girls And Boys

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

(chorus)
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schon
But we haven't been introduced

(chorus)
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

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My music is gayer than yours. Admit it. :-*

"And I’m still single... and still really, really gay."

I completely lifted this quote from Lauryn's blog, but I do love it so. Plus, it's true.

Where the fuck did the lesbians go?

Sometimes I think it'd be easier to be a lesbian, than to be bi. Bi is confusing. Lesbians make sense, at least, in a way. I don't know.

"I dont know how you were inverted. No one elated you. I look from the wings at the play you are staging. While my guitar gently weeps."

I love the Beatles. I want to be a Beatle. Really, I just want a suit.

However! Femme drag for drag day! In a way. My femme drag is just... sparkly and strange.

So... faggishness! YAY!

The Rainbow Banquet

So this morning, I had no plans to go to the rainbow banquet. I had pulled an all nighter, I had plans to nap and go to class and work and then sleep some more, but this banquet only happens once a year... I ditched work and went to it.

Joan was there and then we met up with Ademil. Dan showed up and we hung around, and Varut came. Marielle came about an hour into it. We all sat at a table together. It was amazing, the difference between when they'd hosted my prom and tonight, with this banquet, and people I really genuinely care about.

What started me on getting upset over it all? The Queer Year in Review maybe... I don't know. Maybe the Foundation Awards. I think it really started when Patty Hayes started crying when they gave her her award. They created this big poster and had everyone sign it... and I never knew she was a student. I thought she worked here. She took her award, took the framed poster, and leaned over the podium for a second and said, "I am the luckiest person in the world... because I get to work with my heroes..." and she started to cry. And I started to cry.

And Justin started his little speech with a story about Cher, but then he got emotional too, and said, "I can't cry, people think I'm mean." But then he did cry... and again, I cried.

I don't remember who it was who said it, that college is a safe place, and to really relish it while we're here, because the world isn't like that, it's a lot meaner. He said to bottle the feeling we have when we're here, bottle it the best we can and walk with it... I don't know if I can.

My roommates top drawer. Note the broken glass. Enough said. 

My... ahem... er... underwear drawer. The top drawer. I'm only showing this for comparison, and I know its messy... but note the socks to the left and the assorted underwear to the right. *grin* 

My roommates room from near the door. Note the excessive dust fire hazard on the computer, monitor, and subwoofer. Note the soda cans (full? Empty?) 

My room from near the door. Note the unmade, yet uncluttered bed. Note the random queer paraphanalia on my trunk. Note the dustless computer. Note the books on the shelf, the photos on the wall.  

My roommates closet. Note the... pile... of things that may be rotting as we speak. 

My closet. Yes, note the clothes on hangers. Note the bags neatly contained above. Note the dagger handle. Note the quiet, seething rage... 

Under my roommates bed. Note the sheet that is too large (that's a fitted sheet, btw, queen size and falling off the twin bed) and again, clothes, bags, things... note also that the bed barricades the room necessitating superman-like antics to get past it and to the desk area. (Desk area = place where roommates life source emanates from) 

Under my bed. Random shoe clutter, shower things, and some sketch books. 

By my roommate's dresser. Note the clothes, bookbags, clutter, shower things, pizza boxes, etc. 

The following is a comparison of my room, and my roommates room. This is near my dresser. Note the contained bag of cans, the laundry basket with clothes INSIDE.