Earlier today my Mom came across a note addressed to myself and my parents in the mail that was unsigned and on a half-piece of paper. In a summary it stated something along the lines of, “your parents are cunts,” and, “your son is a faggot.” Now while this piece of paper was unsigned, I had an idea of who sent it to me.
For the 2nd year in a row, we are District Champs.
1st round bye in the play-offs.
Will keep you up to date as the results come in.
I guess I can be considered the worlds worst/best procrastinator. I haven’t told my parents that I help run this blog and it’s really starting to bug me. My dad always tells me to shelter yourself from the public because your personal life is meant to be “personal” (not meaning he doesn’t want me to tell others of my sexuality if I so please, however, not to be so open and willing to complete strangers about everything).
I wonder what may be the best way to tell them about this blog? I was considering after graduation over dinner – mainly because they will be raw in their judgements of something like this. Unless I am over-thinking this, does this sound like a decent plan?
These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions for me. My soccer team has an undefeated record of 5-0-1 and I have big expectations on getting to and winning state with this squad. Not only is soccer going well, I received notice that I will be awarded 25K a year towards my tuition which is the best news I could have received … ever. Bad news is, I didn’t win the 640M$ lotto ticket I bought today…
I’ll be in touch -
I have not posted in a long time because I have been busy getting through my senior year. It is tough to complete work under the chronic watch of senioritis. Here’s an update: I am still waiting on most of my college news, I am getting through school well, and I just broke my nose. What would senior year be without another surgery? Woohoo. My love life is still waiting for school to end. It’s looking like I’ll have to wait until college to grow up.