• Today, I'd have to say, was pretty suckish. First of all, I forgot to take my medicine this morning, so my stomach was aching all throughout class. Every time I moved, or made a gesture, my stomach would twist and churn, and the thriving pain would corrupt my body. Or, in simpler words, it hurt. Like hell. My dearest Steven -- my favorite little comedic red-head -- has started to ignore me. Yes, ignore. And I don't even know why. I tried talking to him. I tried waving to him. I tried so hard to get him to actually acknowledge my presence. But all of that failed in the end, which just proves that I suck. At everything. All the people who claim to be "non-homophobic" and "non-sexist" just end up screwing themselves in the end. I mean, who do they think they're fooling? If you can use the word "cunt" and "faggot" as a noun, verb, adjective, prepositional phrase, and transitional phrase then just face the ugly truth: YOU ARE PREJUDICE. I think the only part of today where I wasn't angry or upset was this morning, when my best friend, Justin, handed me a present decorated in wrapping paper. "Open it," he said, shoving it in my hands. I did. I think I almost died with excitement. It was the book I had wanted ever since I had eyed it at Borders -- "Cobain Unseen" by Charles R. Cross. Well, what do you know. Christmas is every day.

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