User Profile

I like boating, fishing, skiing and boarding (of all varieties), camping, and all that sort of outdoor shit. I love listening to live music, even if it sucks, and dancing, singing, and basically making a fool of myself. I also like cuddling and head massages. My friend(s) and I hang out in parking lots. There's not much else to do here, I live in an insanely small town. I drive my mom's red subaru, and I don't give a shit about cars. I was once arrested for running through town completely naked. I think organized sports are for tools. January 20, 2009 cannot come soon enough. If you don't know what that means, then you don't deserve to live in this country. I'm agnostic and yes, I know what it means. I believe that any food can taste even better with either peanut butter or parmesean cheese. I find it difficult to care what people think of me, and I know I look like a three year old. On a good day, I can pass for eight.

I'm obnoxious and loud, and I'll admit it. I hate awkward situations, so I'll talk right through them. I'm friendly, but if you piss me off, I will have no problem hating you for the rest of your life. I am also easily annoyed by people who are superficial and/or stupid. Most of the people in my town fit into this category, so I pretty much have one friend who I can stand to hang out with for more than ten minutes at a time.

I'm gay, but I don't think that has anything to do with my personality. However, like I said, I live in an insanely small town, and it's full of people who don't understand that it's not some sick choice I made for myself. I'm technically "out," but lots of people either pretend I'm not or they completely ignore me while giggling about it behind my back. Whatever. Luckily, my family is okay enough with it so we can live in peace. Mom says "Oh honey, of course I love you no matter what, but just... don't... tell... the neighbors." Dad says "What are you talking about? You'll grow out of it. Shut up and get me a beer." My sister Paige is two years old, so she's not really a threat to me now either.

My best friend is named Sam and, contrary to popular belief, I do not have a crush on him, and we do not sleep together. He's straight and I'm cool with that. I've known him since we were in preschool and he's like a brother to me.

My heart was recently torn out, spit on, trampled over, and shoved back down my throat by an army brat named Eric. We had a little thing going when he first moved to town, but then for some unknown reason he decided he hated me, turned the whole school against me, and then moved to Texas. It was pretty shitty at first, but I'm okay now.

Maybe I'll end this little bio-thing and the rest will be explained if anyone cares to read my journal. I'm going to make it friends-only because I don't want anyone who knows me to read it. People in this town have enough against me already.

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