"you are seventeen. being dramatic is second nature."

On that note. I am such a wimp. I can't even put a simple card in a simple mail box. But I claim that I will by the end of today. Which is kind of rediculous if you think about it. The mail doesn't come on Saturday, and the mail has probably already been taken inside from today and so it probably won't be found until Monday. However, I state for the record, as soon as my mother gets home I will go deliver it.

When did I develop this neurotic state of mind?

However it's nearly November, and therefore it is nearly american election time and I have knots in my stomach. I wish I wasn't so invested in this.

Today I went to the public library and signed out a bunch of books about gay rights and politics and gay marrage and whatnot, and I was terrified about signing them out because I'm terrified of stupid people. I've taken to doing this though, going to the downtown library and taking out books that I wouldn't want to sign out from work.

Also November is NaNoWriMo month. I'm not sure if I want to do it or not. On one hand I'm very busy, but on the other hand if I don't try to do it now I probably won't, ever. Also I've been waiting for this forever. However 50,000 words is a lot. What do you think?

November is also the month in which I am going to tell my brother about my "alterntative lifestyle." That's what my mother is calling it. She doesn't mention it much. My father on the other hand love it, which is entirely the opposite response I was expecting from him. He also loves that I play the guitar and use his workshop. But the point is, by the last day of november I am going to be out, at home anyway. I don't think I can be politically silent anymore.

This post has been full of gayness. Hurrah.