So the other day I was tie dying a shirt and I poured dye all over my friend’s hands. I then asked her to put hand prints on both my arms and my legs. I didn’t realize until afterwards that the dye really was not going to come off easily and it looks like I have hand print bruises on both of my arms and my ankle. Today, I was talking to an RA about how the toilets in my hallway have been clogged and she saw my arms, looked at me like she was super concerned and asked me if I was okay. I feel really bad that I am concerning others with the tie dye on my arms. I really need to make an effort to scrub that off tomorrow.
December first, I kept the notes.
Life goes on; scars fade white.
Upper administrations can’t do jack shit.
I swam across the river alone.
These were super fun to write, but looking at them again I realize how freaking cryptic they all are.
I came out as a queer during football practice when my coach was like “son, you’re having trouble throwing straight” and I replied “I’m also having trouble being straight”. It got very quiet and then coach just shook his head and said “throw the damn ball, Cooper”
i have been laughing for 3 million years
So I took out a box of Valentine’s Day sweetheart candies and my roommate and I picked out a heart at random as our Valentine’s Day fortune. My roommate got “Marry me!” She said that if her boyfriend actually proposes to her on Valentine’s Day she will just start laughing hysterically because all she will be able to think about is the candy heart! I hope it’s not bad that I almost hope that happens.