When I grow up…

Mah, so I got a 20 on my ACTs and a 2 on my ap test. Fucking whoop. I am so proud of myself, it makes me want to quit school and start my own strip club with awesome potato wedges- i’ll have them comin’ for more. Exactly, and precisely.. yum right? Yeah, I thought so to.

I’d probably get my ass kicked for even thinking of quitting school, plus I only have one year left of Anoka, so why not just continue? It wouldn’t hurt.

Eh, well.. so I opened up more to my supposed sexuality, whatever you call it. Anita says its being bi-curious and I guess I agree. I haven’t really done anything, but thats frankly because I’m too damn lazy to put effort into finding some chick to string along. Hah, so I just talk to them, flirt with them? Meh, whatever you call it. I act like I own a dick whenever we end up chatting. Everyone thinks I’m a guy online, but I just can’t help, but talk like one. There’s just some girl things that I won’t want to touch or embrace for the matter, so I won’t.

Its funny though.. when I say I’m bi, because, well… I begin to think more of having girls than guys. And with guys, I’ll think they’re cute and sometimes I want to be with one, but my mind somehow wonders off to the opposite direction.

Maybe I’m not what I think I am, and I just like looking at girls.

God, how fucking confusing is that? They’re pretty to look at, well so are guys. But I’ve said, “she’s pretty hot,” more than, “he’s hot.”

Mah, fcuk it. I can be asexual and specialize in health. I’ll be your next health teacher, so I can fcuk with your head. I think I’d be the best one too… ’cause I sure as hell can’t write.