Well, I'm going to update you on the happenings that have happened over the months. I won't be able to blog again in all likeliness, and I'm also likely to make an annoyingly amazing amount of typos. So where me left off my english teacher is a bitch, and computer programming is difficult. Well, I finished that uppercase to lowercase scripts, and It made a wonderful hangman. Then in computer programming we went onto working with classes. It was my first time working with classes, and we made a few simple ones for fractions, simple math, a breakout game, and the grand finale Pacman! I passed that class with the lowest grade out of all my classes an A-. I'm not complaining though I did well in math as well passed with 99% and I've never learned so much in any math class. I have certainly solidified my mathematical skills. It was a really fun class for me. I passed english too. Probably because the teacher seemed to favor me, and I didn't get on her bad side. I got a C on the essay she paid someone to correct, and likely and A on the in class essay she corrected. Everyone, was considerably pissed about the hired corrector who pointed out the little errors that were worthless error, and made no help to future essays. My history class I jsut barley got an A in, but I managed to teeter-totter into an A. I did some extra test corrections, and thankfully remembered my my last assignments. So I was very happy about that. My art history class is really fun. The teacher is really relaxed, and doesn't make a big deal out of things. We do essay tests all the time, and unlike other classes I'm not really stressed about it. However, I really am having toruble dating artwork, and stating the approproiate periods and such. It's really a shame to me. Anyways, that's how things turned out after first trimester at school. I'm now in the second trimester. --------------------------------------------------------------- Now I'm going to tell you about the two new dramas of my life... They all involve my sexuality. Which to me really sucks, and the fact that I'm posting it here doesn't really make you too confident that it could fix anything. It all started with myspace. That terribly unfriendly place where people don't care about you, because you are only a thing on their friend number. Apparently, a high friend number makes you popular. Even if you've never even talked to this person in any way shape or form! Well, I admit I was sick when I signed up, and I happened to be on some very strong medicines because I was sick. So I was on drugs is my excuse, and I think it's a good one too. Well, I signed up and made an awesome profile, and exposed myself to the world(no no nudes sorry :(). Okay, so things are going great I'm adding all my friends and I become an addict. I hated myspace before I joined, and hated it more when I was apart of it. Well, eventually I happened upon the "fag baggers". At that moment my entire life fell from its hinges, and came crashing down upon me with an unyielding wrath of hellish proportions. the members of this group were all from my school, and made offensive comments and were just allround jerks. I used my wonderful powers of fighting back in a verbal manner, and was really too outnumbered, and stupid to have tried. So realizing this group sucks I report them to myspace, and they eventually fall to the Terms of Service, and burn in flames. All the while the problem gains steam at school. Three petitions were created mostly in anger at the student body president who brought the shool into the whole matter. Sooner or later people start recognizing me, and then the offensive "fag" and "gay kid" bull comes. My life was unhinged I used this website to start a page to hold the petitions, and eventually organize a convention to draft a petition that will do something useful. So the conventions draws nearer, and I'm afraid all the while about telling my parents, and by the way, I'm going to a convention to make a petition because the student body president hates gays. Well, so that involved me coming out to my mom at least. Then her being all loving, but yet all scared about the convention. she was understanding for the first night, but then things quickly evaported into lets be bitchy and make Brandon scared. So it's the day of the convention, my mom takes us early to have dinner, and is all questioning. We are at the Sonic Drive-in, we order some stuff, then she begins to guilt me into oblivion.With stuff like, "You're ruining your life, you won't have the same job opportunities, couldn't you jsut have a club somewhere else?". Then I was like it's about rights and it's worth it no matter what the cost. I wasn't going to backdown and be a cowardly lion like she wanted me to do. I'm glad I didn't ---The Convention:---------- So that night I went to this house I'd never been to, and had a wonderful time. We drafted a petition which was really good. Plus a lot of political dogma came up about how everything sucked. Which I can say I agreed with everything that was said. It was a really nice home. A place and people I would like to associate with more. Later after the petition was done we decided to see a movie. Well, we got there too late, and were indecisive as of what to do. We eventually went to Carls Jr. and had some grease. Then we walked across the parking lot to Blockbuster, and rented Fight Club. Went back to the convention home, and watched it. I have to say it was a really good moive. Anyways, what whole night besides my mom was a lot of fun. ----------------------------- Well, things progressed for a few weeks, and I imagine I was even more stressed over having to come out etc. Not that I ever wanted to "come out", since I think it is a useless waste of time. My sexuality doesn't make me the person I am. It's like say life is centered around sexuality, and I figure is heterosexuals don't have to come out, then I don't have either. [The fight!] Well, things boiled and simmered and my mom thought I was mad at her. I really wasn't but then things bubbled over into something jsut as hellish as before. The Qwest Internet bill, plus my moms pms! this silly company called Mcleod Usa is supposedly cheaper, and I called them once. But we got billed for voicemail from AOL once again. Which is a total scam, and takes a long to for them to eventually get us off the damn thing. All while telling them we don't have a password, or know which credit card we never used. Scammers! So she is pissed that I didn't call them. Then she is trying to get me to yell like she is about it, and I think the whole thing is ridiculous, so with the most emotion I could evoke telling her I would have no emotion I said, "NO!", "Is that enough emotion for you?". Then walked out and went to Barnes and Nobles for a while. I have to say it was pretty fun, but I knew things would suck when I got back. ..... So I return right. Shaking literally so scared for everything. I tell her she sould shut off the internet since it jsut makes her yell, and then she'd be happy since she wouldn't have to pay, and I wouldn't have to get yelled at. then she continues on blah blah blah. She talks about nothing much of the time. Well, eventually "bitch" comes out of me, and I've never sworn at her so I think it was well deserved for all those years of unnecessary yelling she has done. She ends up called me a "dick head" woot, go mom! I walk off away from her, which I later learned was called "Stone Walling", and is oddly enough done more by men. Just leaving the problem to let is dissolve by itself. Hehe, that didn't work so well. She barges into my room, and makes more of a fight. So then the issue of my sexuliaty comes up, and abotu how I'm so stupid. And how I apparently said that she, "Was the meanest person in the world". I said she was mean but by no means not meanest. Anyways, then her gay sister comes up, and about what she went through. Basically, she was afraid of all the stuff that had happened to her. Wounds which apparently never healed. So with a "F-OFF!" things finally calmed down. I cried and cried and cried. Later she came into my room and she suggested I watch this lame boring episode of Oprah about people coming out. Well, it was a waste of time, but I was supposed to understand how she feels. Apparently, her dreams for my life are ruined. I'd like to wish that corporate whore Oprah some coal in her stocking this year, and does of Michael Jackson Syndrome! Yeah, and the day after we saw the new Harry Potter movie. It was really great. ------------------------ Recently: I've been working on getting linux working, and it really rocks. Still in both of my history classes. Plus I have the Chemistry teacher who openly calls herself a bitch, and likes horses. Then the same english teacher, but a new room which is not so cold, and the same teacher for math. I look forward to math every day. It is the only class that I actually feel like going to. Which is sort of good for the end of the day. Anyways, I have now left myspace almost totally, and will maybe post some blogs I made there. My profile is just a blank space haha. I hated that place. Such attention whores. Well, I'm done with my massively overdone update, but at least it's over now. Whew it's a big one isn't it. Excuse my cussing. I really have given up on caring about the image I give her, and as much as I don't want to It's the only way to get some imporatnt points across.