More random LPC thoughts...

Hmm...now going onto hour number 52 with no sleep. And I am still working on my Philosophy paper, which is due in less than two hours. Way to crunch.

I don't understand what it is with guys and those jersy-material shorts. I'm sure they're very comfortable (although personally they don't look so to me - they look slippery). And I get the whole commando thing, really I do. But seriously, wear some fucking underwear or tape or something when you wear something like that. No one wants to see your little teeny-bobber bobbing along. Jesus. *exasperated sigh*

And also, girls wearing hoodies should not be allowed speak in class - at least not while they have their hood on and cinched closed over their face.

Oh. And. Last time I ever grab cappucinno from this hole - 2/3rds was foam! S'okay though, I got the woman back - while she was making my drink, probably about 20 people lined up. hee!

Right...

So I finished my paper *huge sigh*. Although I can honestly say without a doubt in my mind that it is the worst, mose completely bullshit paper I have ever written in my life. Like, I'm appalled that I'm willing to turn it in. What's more, I'm turning it in and leaving - I'm not staying for class. Ah well. I really just don't feel up to listening to this man speak for three hours about a topic/idea that I have no interest in, let alone that it annoys the hell out of me. And it's not like I get anything out of class anyway, right?

In other news, Happy Coming Out Day. Today I got myself all gussy'd up and perttyfied mahself. I look damn good today. Even wore my pride necklace (I don't ever wear it anymore unless it's some gay-specific event because I think pride jewelry is kind of tacky) today. Got about a dozen compliments on how nice I look (this is always a plus). Got a couple of look-overs, which I enjoyed. And I even made Dr. Henry kind of trip over his words. Fun stuff.

I can't believe it's been six years since Matthew Shephard died. It really only seems like yesterday. Wow how things change.

I'm in a really odd mood right now. Happy and sad and rimeniscent and excited and confused. All balled up with emotions I guess. Wierd.

AHHH! Again with the commando jersy shorts! *revolts*

btw...19 days until Halloween. Jesus.

But First, Poetry by me.

The wind whispers
and screams in colors.
Vibrant red shouts it praises.
Orange explodes in my mind
and cries its vengence.
My soul escapes through keys
and is released to soar.
Yet still the roots remain.
Still my feet are planted
and shall remain.
I cannot cease spinning
and surging
and hurting
and loving.
The breeze whispers
within me.
Yet I cannot let go
of these holds.
I am caught up
in these colors
and words and sounds.
For this is what it is to be myself in the Autumn.