Please go support this movie! It was literally one of the best movies of the year, if not one of the best movies I have ever seen.

When I was in 9th grade (roughly 6-7 years ago), I met a girl and can honestly say I don’t remember her name. She came into the Rock And Mineral Shop i was working at with her parents. We all talked for a good while and they asked me to show them around when I got off work. The girl was my age, and I remember her being very nice. It was also slightly obvious that she liked me.

Anyway, we walked by the psychic shop and she really wanted to go inside. I didn’t. At the time I really didn’t want anything to do with the future, knowing the present was fine with me. She went in, and came out crying.

“she just told me a lot of really crazy things about my own life and what’s to come, and she told me about you.” She was still crying but managed to look at me without tears. “you didn’t tell me that you were gay.” I remember being really angry.

“Why would she say anything about me? I didn’t go in for that reason, and besides I am not gay. She is obviously not a legit psychic!” low and behold, here we are many years later and the bitch was right.

That was my random thought of the day, havent thought of it since it happened. Just goes to show you, unexplainable things do happen. Or it shows that I “became” gay to prove her right, but which do you believe?

It could be because I’m extremely sick at the moment. But I look over quite frequently, it looks like Lou Reed is hunch over on the corner of the patio. The only thing that goes through my mind is not fear like it potentially should…it is “please sing Vicious to me Lou, please?

So I have lived in Tennessee for about four months now. Several people here have been especially wonderful to me, and I am still meeting new people. I shouldnt first mention that it has been really difficult to do so. Trying to regain what I lost in Colorado, such as friends, has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done. When I was younger it was so much easier. I did not know what’s was losing when I left, then all of a sudden it hits hard.

I guess I shouldn’t have started with that and I should start at the beginning, the very beginning. I doubt that most people won’t read this anyway, so I will just vent and say whatever I feel. But I will start at the beginning so that my new Tennessee friend can catch up.

My lease was ending, as well as a short termed relationship. I called my mother and asked if I could live with her for a couple months. You see, I moved out when I was 16 and asking my mom for this didn’t seem like a big deal. When she declined I asked my dad if I could pick up and moved with him to none other than maryville, Tennessee. Less than two weeks later I was boarding a plane with only one suitcase, and one bag (filled with knitting needles, fake blood, and other crafting items).

The first few weeks here it rained, pretty much everyday. Although a small detail, it made things more difficult, seeing as Colorado gets rain about 7 times a year. With the dreary weather literally lingering over my head I sought out for a job and after a few weeks I found one. Carmine Cinemas, doesn’t that sound like such fun? Receiving free movies was great and I met a couple of really good friends there as well, aside from that the petty high school seeming drama, poor management and the heartache of working for a corporation for the first time, I began to look for a “second job” as I told them.

I now work for The Tomato Head, which a is a swanky little joint in downtown Maryville, although soon to be in Knoxville, as am I. The Tomato Head has subjected me to people my own age, which is a wonderful change in pace, as well as delicious food. Nom Nom Nom.

The occupational side of things, thats where I am at right now. As far a social life goes, things have been interesting. I met Sarah Juhlin working at that movie theater. She was one of the only girls there who was interested in good music and dressed very cute, because lets be honest, judgement is so easy, especially in Tennessee. We clicked very quickly and we romp eastern Tennessee every chance we get. Let’s just say that Sarah has been the angel sitting on my shoulder, and if you can picture it, a little version of me is on the other shoulder. The Antogonist.

I would love to stop living in my head and stop trying to impress the people I’ve been around and to fully be myself. And I very much hope to accomplish that, and some other dreams of mine while I’m out here.