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begin.
For now.
I finally reorganized my iTunes. I had all these random artists and songs with improper capitalization. My OCD drove me to completely going through all of my 1200+ tracks and re-title them correctly. That's the price of free, pirated music. Oh well.
On the annoying teenager side of life, UHG. I hate being a whiny bitch, but I've lately accepted it about myself. My usual method of dealing with crushes is fairly simple, if slightly depressing: I just realize how impossible said relationship is. Like with Denny; I know he's straight. The "recent" development, however, is the growing number of bisexual males. I know bi girls has been popular for a while, if it isn't really how that person is (and it makes me sympathize with true bisexuals), but guys are usually more intolerant and homophobic. Newage and "hipster" guys, though, seem to be sensitive and bi, though.
So this brings me to Corey, notorious hot guy. (Different from Cory, a friend of mine.) Definitely not my type mentally, at all, though. He's a high school graduate that lives at home, hates his life, and is a construction worker or some shit. Oh yeah, and he shoots heroin. Definitely a turn-off. But dear God, what looks. So, anyway, this fantasy guy (not really a crush, since I can't stand thinking about myself with such trash) is now apparently bi after having recently broken up with a girlfriend of like three years. I'd say it was just a fashion statement (if you will), but he was actually "talking" to a notorious gay guy, Richard, a friend of mine. (Not a special friend or anything; he's ridiculously flamboyant and kinda whorish.) Talking is a term I was recently introduced to, and it means the time of texting and flirting before an actual relationship, and it isn't considered poor taste to "talk" to more than one person at a time. Weird customs. Anyway, yeah.
So the possibility of straight guys being bi has taunted and tainted my thoughts. What if so and so, or maybe so and so, etc etc etc. It's fucking retarded and it needs to be eradicated from my stupid gay-ass brain. Which brings me back to Denny. Why can't I get the fuck over him. Like, tonight was supposed to be a party at his house. I was so fucking excited just to see him. Not really anyone else. And not to smoke or drink or anything. All I could think about was Denny. Goddamn. So that party got cancelled and then later moved to Zach's. I didn't feel like it, so I just stuck at home.
Homework tomorrow and Monday. What an AWESOME labor day weekend. I'm such a fun person.
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