I take the cake in femininity. I talk with my hands like I'm about to go milk a twelve-breasted cow. I'm really, really skinny (about 5'10" and only 120-130 pounds) so this makes me weak and unable to participate in sports... But I'm really not interested in sports anyways. Like I said, I'm Obsessive Compulsive, but lately I've been suspecting that it might be a symptom of autism... I read up on Autism lately, and everytime the article listed an example or symptom of Autism I thought "oh god, I do that..." Some of them were really specific too, like always putting my socks on before I put my pants on. I don't know why I do this, I just always have. I don't like the way it feels to be sockless in general though... It's very bizarre, and makes me feel uncomfortable.

But, that aside, I've always been secretive with girlfriends too. Not so much secretive, I just don't feel the need to tell someone unless they ask me if I have a girlfriend. But I think this just stems from being shy or nervous with girls, which I am... Sort of like, I have trouble asking a girl out, so I have trouble communicating it to a third party... A family member no less.

And I'm very liberal minded and accepting to that sort of thing, so it could through people off, but I don't think there is anyone who actually believes I'm gay. People just regard me as social awkward and maybe a bit nerdy (Because, you know... Star Wars is just way cooler than football).

"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."