God, my dad is so annoying right now. I was looking at setting up an account at hotmail and he came over and said he didn't want me setting up any accounts because it would bog down the computer and slow everything down. I hate using this computer at all when he's here because he's always looking over my shoulder when he passes, trying to keep tabs on everything I'm doing, looking at which web pages I visit so he can check them later and make sure he approves of them. I was setting up a deviant art account (Yeah!) when he got home today and he was commenting about how he didn't like the idea of being part of something with the word deviant in it cuz' it's evil or something. Just now he said he didn't like me typing things on this page because it's bogging everything down. Does this stuff even afffect the memory of the computer? Even if it does what's the point of having the computer if you never do stuff with it? It's so frustrating. He might even have read some stuff as he's been passing, would serve him right. I try to stay in my room as much as I can whenever he is home, is that a bad thing? I just can't stand him! Such a control freak. I've taken to leaving my room a mess because it discourages his snooping. If everything is thrown around he doesn't know where to look for stuff. Right now he's suppost be putting the kids to bed but he's standing in the kitchen doorway, it seems as though he's waiting for me to do something else so he can catch me in my evil ways. I guess I just have to keep typing till he goes to bed so he won't see me listing stuff on Amazon, cuz' guess what, That gunks up the computer! Uugh Kind of a funny story about the snooping in my room (to take up more space) I was visiting for Christmas in 02' I think and had brought my journal with me. He ended up reading it (this was before I knew how control freaky he was) and that is essentially how I came out to my parents. Ha ha, told you it was funny, no? Grrrrrrr. In justification of myself I hadn't told anyone yet because I was still trying to accept it myself. Now my mom and I have occasional conversations about it, not really resolving anything but I think it's nice that she doesn't consider it a taboo subject.
He's finally in his bedroom now, but he'll stay up and listen until EVERYONE in the house is in bed. He's complained about my mom staying up to write her stories (she's a published author!) because he says he can't sleep, but when she suggests he close the door he actually said that he wanted to be able to hear what was going on. Blah. It's good to rant sometimes.

I want a boyfriend. *pouts* I guess with everyone gone from school and the whole gay marriage issue I've been thinking about Marc more than I should. I miss having someone to cuddle with, somone I can stare at without feeling self concious. Someone I don't want to leave until I know for sure when I'm going to see them again, someone to watch wake up in the morning, someone who needs me, or makes me feel like they do. *sigh* I miss too much, and don't have enough.

I miss my dance class! I'm already slacking and it's only been a week. I was doing some basic ballet moves with my youngest brother and had even less flexablity than I usually do. (I have stupid knees that give out if I over-extend them) I'm happy about my forget-me-not's though. I planted some on my window sill a couple of months ago and they havn't died! They are growing quite well a little to my surprise. Working two jobs now, both rather boring. Yeah, I guess that's it for now. Okay. Bye.

Stupid scared shitless world! 
My dad hates that I'm gay, but I didn't realize how anti-me he was till I saw a letter from Focus on the Family to him by Dr. James Dobson. It was telling how wrong homosexual marraige is and why it should be stopped at all costs. Dobson used points like 'kids today are being born out of wedlock and raised in foster homes and on the streets so we should ban gay marriage.' and 'if gay marriage is allowed so will poligamy and sex with animals and sex with children etc.'
I haven't really been involved in the whole gay marriage issue, but of course saw nothing wrong with it. I though I could find out some valid concerns of people who opposed it, suprize for me eh? 
My favorite part of the article was when he was talking about the aspirations of anyone outside the church and he said "Those goals include universal acceptance of the gay lifestyle, discrediting of Scriptures that condemn homosexuality, muzzling the clergy and Christian media, granting of special privileges and rights in the law, overturning laws prohibiting pedophilia, indoctrinating children and future generations through puclic education, and securing all the legal benefits of marriage for any two or more people who claim to have homosexual tendencies."
The pedophilia thing made me think "how dare you!", but for the rest I though, well, what's so bad about that? And he never expalined what was.  Oh, and another of his fabulous points, gays want marriage rights so they can get divorces. What kind of sence does that make? None? I though so!
Blah, stupid world.
support gay marriage

The college newspaper came out today with the artical I wrote in responce to someone claiming about how their roomate might be gay. Needless to say my mom is not too happy with me, I havn't told my dad about he article, and don't really want to. Our play "The Foreigner" opened last night, it went really well. It will be good when it's over on Saturday though. My English paper on Wicca gets to be written this weekend, which I am not really looking forward too, mostly due to lack of time. I've been looking at rent in New York, so if the Peace Corp doesn't want me I'll move there this summer. It's scary and exciting at the same time. I could use the change. 

Ugh, life is kinda bad right now. Last night I was the most suicidal I've been since the summer of 2000. I think its pressure from my dad and school and a general ambiguity about what I want to do in life and how I don't really care about what to do but I can't do nothing or I won't have any resourced to pull from to survive. It all just kinda sucks.

I am in the process of applying to the peace corp, it would be really cool. I'm writing now cuz' I'm kind of bored, but really more avoiding doing my ten annotated bibliographies for my english class. I'm about halfway done anyway, so it's not too terrible. Ah well, all for now.

My second cousin's wife came over yesterday to visit my mother, and I ended up talking to her for a while. I had forgotten how much I like her. She is rather ecclectic(sp) and powerful. She has a very strong control of her enviornment and is rather like a modern day witch, without thinking of herself as such. An example of this is the weather reflecting her mood. She used to have big arguments with her husband because he was very controlling and these big storms would come up. Whenever they were fighting her husband would end up having seasures too. Now they understand each other though and get along great.

My play opens tomorrow, it's gonna be pretty bad cuz' of the tecnical stuff. Our scene changes are taking about three minutes, way too long. Delaware hasn't let me know about call backs yet, I wish they would. I really want to go there. It would be so cool. Yeah, I have to go do biology homework now.
Buh bye.

Leaving for Frisco in about an hour for auditions for the University of Delaware's Professional Theatre Training Program, it's a little scary cuz' I've never been on a comercial jet before, or navigated a big city. I'm not so worried about the auditions (which are tomorrow) but about getting to them. I'm sure it will all work out though, I've got good Karma!

Sent of Ugly Like Me manuscript today. Had a confrontation with my mom recently about my 'effect' on my little brothers, cuz she saw a book with a nude guy on the cover. It was an anatamy for artists book, but she was pretty upset, said I was bringing evil spirits into the house. Blah.

I finished writing the Ugly duckling story, and am putting it on my home page. It made my mom cry!

I feel terribly alone just now. I'm not sure what spawned it. I've been writing a version of the Ugly Duckling lately, it's been kind of cathartic. I just finished Boy meets Boy, I can't believe it's ended. I often feel as though I will never find a guy that I will fell comfortable loving. Maybe thats just because all the out gays here are kind of creepy, and the one guy I did think I loved kind of betrayed me and turned on me. I'm tired of the life I'm living, and very scared that my plans to change it are going to fall through. I just mailed my application to the University of Delaware today, but there are so many potential problems with the audition. I need to do it on the 15th of February because that is the only day I won't be rehersing for Cyrano that they are holding auditions, which means I'll need to fly to San Francisco after rehersal on Saturday, audition on Sunday, and fly back late Sunday or early Monday for school/rehersal. So stressful to think about. I don't know what audition format they expect, as I've only ever auditioned with cold readings. I need to get away from here. Blah. (Also my computer is being stupid.) Well, I'm done ranting for now. Ta ta.

Ugh, the parentals are getting buggy. I thought moving back in wouldn't be this bad, but my dad doesn't want me to come onto elftown because it requires a password and he can't see what I'm doing here. I didn't realize he was being such a control freak. I need to get away, hopefully only five more months of this, then Delaware if all works out. 

I almost wish I could go away from my home for Christmas. Three little children, well maybe not all so little, can make quite a disturbance in a household. My little brothers are between thirteen and four years old, and prolonged exposure to them is hazardous to one's health. My mom is also a little upset right now because she does not feel like my dad listens to her. So we've got some pretty bad carma circulating here. I finished wrapping all my Christmas gifts today, glad to get that done. Hopefully everyone will go to bed soon, and then I'll have some nice quiet 'me' time. I could go for a walk, which sounds very tempting right now, but my dad hates it when I come into the house after he's gone to bed. He's the lightest sleeper I've ever known, not that I've known very many. I'd also like to have some time to work on my art stuff on the computer. I'm working on combining an exploding star with one of my nightcrawler pic's for the 'Bamf'. During the day my mom either uses it for her writing or my dad uses it for his webpage/writing. I have a computer in my room, but it does not have an internet connection, and it refuses to save anything to a disk to transfer to any other computer. Frustrating for me. Nightcrawer has been demanding my attention very much, in less than a week I've drawn about a dozen pic's of him. Not all are completely completed, but mostly. They will all be appearing on my fan page in elfwood when they are done, some have been posted there already. Okay, things are quieter, I'm off to do other things. 

Results for Cyrano posted today, after a very stressfull weekend of waiting. I got the part of De Guiche, essentially the villian of the play. It will be a lot of fun, and one of my characters cronies part if being played by my ex-fling. Oh the charms of theatre, it should be alright though, he's a little miffed about the reception of his last part, the director essentially told him that he made a mistake in casting him. We got along pretty well in The Christmas Carol, and that had potential for some odd moments, what with him coreographing the dancing. I literally held him in my arms again for some of it. I think there will always be that little but of strage feelings between us, but you go on with life. 

Today was quite the hectic day, adding to the mood of the week. At 1:05 I recieved a call asking why I wasn't at the theatre for A Christmas Carol, and that we were supposto start at 1:00. I had thought the performance was at 3:00 (and I wasn't the only one, the ghost of Christmas Present also thought it was at 3:00) So I ran there and went directly on stage upon arriving. It's great the stress of live theatre. Tomorrow I get to watch the first part of HBO's Angels in America though, and I'm totally stoked for that. I've been a huge fan of the play for about three years, and seeing Meryll Streep and Al Pachino bring it to life is just amazing. That's really all I've got for now, auditions for Cyrano are next week so I'll have more to blurb about after that.

I am working on my role for the Christmas Carol. The Duet dance I have with Scrooge is being a little problamatic. We've tried to get together a number of times to run it and he kind of spaces it, so we have not gotten much accomplished. He's still a good guy, and I like him enough. But I have to wonder if he is uncomfortable working alone with me on the dance, due to my sexual preference. It's not like I'd ever hit on him, even though he seems pretty familier with my 'ex'. He's even spending thanksgiving weekend at his house. I may just be paranoid. On the subject of discrimanation, Dr. K, the director of Cyrano, now has given me cause for worry. Ryon, who is coreographing some of the sword fighting, well ALL of it, was in Dr. K's office when he heard about him potentially casting himself in the lead role because "I'm tired of it always being faggots in the lead roles." I'm SORRY if I'm the only good actor on campus. It makes me sad that something that trivial would make him think less of me as an actor, I think he may have shunted me out of a role before knowing he feels this strongly about it. And he's already asked Ryon to be his Cyrano before we've even held auditions. Ryon has said he does not want to because he does not feel right for the part, even though he would like to play him. I guess I'll just have to kick ass at auditions and prove I'm the only one who can do it right. I know without a doubt there will be others, amendment, there have been others kissing ass instead, and it makes me so sad that he would let such ficticousness hold sway over him. Dirty sad old man. I used to think okay of him, even after he had come to a rehersal wasted, but now...I have no respect for him. I'm so dreading this play, and I want it to be so fun. But with stupid lokirim teaching sword and stupid Dr. K's attitude, it could end up being hell.

There is magic in words.
the power to make people cry
the power to teach one to love
or to kill, for they go hand in hand,
being so opposite, as they are.
just as peace and war do,
or man and woman HAH!
I got you there, no?
for also can man and man go together
or war with killing, or love with peace,
yet it is frowned upon, because people want
diversity!!!!!
I'm just trying to do my part.
I'm not always doing that well.

This ended up about me being gay, and not fitting into the world anywhere.

I generally don't post poetry, but this will be a poetry entry, as will the next because I was digging through some old stuff of mine and found a notebook I had written in. I don't even remember writing this stuff, but It's in my handwriting, so I must have. Anyway, I liked it, so I'm gonna put it up.

It can be hard when the only person you have to love
is yourself,
You know all your dissapointments,
All your failed dreams
All your crushing moments.
And they outweigh the glories.

Then when someone thinks to praise you
you know you are undeserving, so it is empty.
and you spend all your time trying to be someone else.

yet another dissapointment.

no one knows you, not even you
because you've built so many walls,
facades,
masks,
barriors.

And you thought you were free
but you can never be.

Don't you see?
you
are like me.

I am writing just becase I have nothing better to do while I wait for a guestbook message, which I hope I will get. I got the part of Jacob Marley in the Christmas Carol, I get a dance duet with Scrooge, and am in the very first scene being drug down to Hell by death and little goblin things, very fun. Lokirim is still terrible, surprise, surprise. I'm so very hoping she won't be the choreographer for the sword fights in Cyrano. We shall see. Ug, life seems a bother just now. I'm going to go to a hypnotist show in about 45 minutes. I've tried self-hypnosis to get over some of my own shit (I said a bad word!) but it never worked, though I did hypnotise my cousin once. I've become more receptive since then I think, so maybe I will be tonight. I don't know if I want to be, but at the same time I would not pass up the oportunity. I hope Briar is okay, I don't want him to take everything to casually, but I want him to know that I understand why he's feeling like he does. There are other people out here who understand. I might put up some of my poetry, but maybe just some. It's all from the past though, so it does not really belong in my 'today' diary. But then, some of the feeling resurface. Life never ends until you don't want it to. All the way to the grave I'll be thinking, 'today would be a good day to die' and on the day that I do I'll think, 'why coudn't it be tomorrow.' this is just hypothosis of course. Oh well, who cares.