shrikedyke

so in middle school i pretty much hated me, right? but i guess that's middle school for you. i was a pretty big dork, so no one was really trying to convince me to like myself any better. i think the nicest thing one of my friends said to me during those two years was, "hey, you're really skinny." uh.. thanks? i managed to get a boyfriend in seventh grade... he was a geek, too, but one of the geek boys that all the popular kids really liked because he was such a funny spaz. at this point in my life, i really hadn't noticed any sort of sexuality in myself, and i was terrified of boys, anyway. plus his cool friends had been teasing me for years like it was their job. so the whole thing was doomed from the getgo. it ended like this: he and i were walking to class one day and the school gossip came running up to us and said to me, "d'ya wanna KISS him? d'ya wanna FRENCH KISS HIM?? oooh?" i assumed that the answer i was supposed to give was "ew! gross! no!" so that's what i said. he dumped my skinny ass.

it's another day working the desk instead of playing in the darkroom. my third. the only amusement i have at the desk is this little internet connection, so i've been posting like a maniac to keep myself entertained. i have so many photos i want to print too... lovely ameilia with her magenta hair and her spooked 19th century eyes... she makes me think of of the punk-ass reincarnation of emily dickenson or something. everytime one of the other employees walks by, i look at them with "puppy tethered to a tree" face. can't somebody else watch the desk?

one and a half weeks till i drive to LA.