Life is sometimes, well i guess, funny. If i say life is unfair i sound like a spoiled brat. If i say life sucks then i’m back in high school. So i guess when i say life is funny, i’m trying really hard to sound mature and indifferent. Obviously not working in my favor since i’m writing this. Cereal and masturbation is what the doctor ordered..so i must go.
It’s weird but it’s bittersweet to not belong. A friend invited me to a gay bar and i can’t help but feel completely disconnected. Aren’t I supposed to feel excited/curious to go? I mean i’m down to try something new, but i wish there was no need to have a label on a bar. I’d rather go to a bar where your sexual orientation is secondary to who you are. I will try it though; should be fun. And if it isn’t i’ll just get piss drunk, but i’ll get piss drunk regardless so it’ll be fun either way.
Another thing that confuses me is my Chicano Studies class. I guess i can relate to some of it because i was not born in this country, but in Mexico. What bugs me is that my professor almost seems like he’s trying too hard to speak ‘chicano’. He intentionally throws the word ORALE into almost every sentence that comes out of his mouth.
i feel lost, and i’m not sure if i like it so much.