I went to a party tonight. It was fun, funny and totally bizaare. The girls seemed to like me, which is unusual. Maybe girls notice me more often than I realize. Either way, my ego is boosted. One girl asked me if I was gay, which was kinda cute. How sheltered she must be? Or perhaps I just give off that vibe? More often than I would like, men have hit on me. All in all, it means I am pretty much what I consider myself... and what I consider myself is completely different. I am not a man in the conventional sense. I am not bound by a culturally defined gender role. This is true, at least I think so. At least I try. Whatever. I am trying to shed cultural norms on all fronts. Hello ostracization!
Speaking of latent homosexuality (har har), today is the Super Bowl. Hooray! I wonder if I'll get to see Paul McCartney's nipple? I dare hope against hope that the Eagles win. More than anything I just want to see a good game. Please, please, please... just gimme a good game!
I should probably sleep sometime soon. I feel dizzy and the direct sunlight isn't helping me much. Good Night!!