I watched a peace march a little bit ago and it made me cry. I don't know why, I mean, I was just writing about that shit. I think maybe it's BECAUSE of the way I feel. People in other countries will never know that we want peace for the people, the people dying in the sudan, in india, in iraq and iran...they'll never know that we aren't our president. And thinking about them, I guess made me sad. Also maybe because they were protesting because in their hearts it made them feel really good but in reality it doesn't mean a thing? I don't know, does this make any sense?
I've seen jessica twice today in two days. It's like seeing an ex. It was brief, and she didn't see me either time, but it still hurts like the dickens. *snickers* I said "dickens"
Naima's and my mutual friend Chloe said something most peculiar to me the other day. I've never considered myself bi, straight, or gay just because I don't feel I have to restrict myself or confine myself to any sexual orientation. I will make out with or make love to whomever I want. I told her that my parents are gay, and she said that it made sense. I asked her why, and she pointed out that I am just a pretty free spirit when it comes to love. I just don't care to put a name on it, although I can't deny that I've looked at women and thought they were hot, but I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with one (perhaps at one point in a drunken open mike at paradiso elections night stupor I might have mentioned that bit), and she said it made sense, and then it makes sense to me. So there.
And on that note...gonna write a paper. I'm entertaining the idea of making a happy spread the love comm. It's an idea that may be a few days in the making...