DAY OF SILENCE

I know, I know.
The Day Of Silence was yesterday but I couldn't get around to writing a post.

What is the Day Of Silence you ask?

"... A national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and trans-gender people and their allies... It includes awareness of the effects of all forms of bullying and harassment. .. Respecting those who have been silenced" 

I participated in this act and only broke when I was called upon by a teacher. That was okay to do but other then that, I stayed quiet until the school day ended. My boyfriend was rather displeased that I was supporting this because he wanted to talk to me. I told him to get a hold of his big boy undies and deal. He supports but he didn't stay silent. He's kind of like Switzerland. Neutral. He talked to me and I just mouthed what I wanted to say. Or wrote it down. The kids who are taking American Sign Language (ASL) had an advantage cause they could still talk to each other. I'm taking that next year. Sophomore year.

Yeah, I'm a freshman. It sucks.
I get all sorts of shit for it. Well, only after people figure it out. It's common for people to mistake me for being older then I really am. I find it amusing. But it worries me-
If I seem older then I am now. What will I seem like when I'm 30?
Ugh. 30.
I wish I could be 23 forever. It's not too young or too old. Perfect age.
I can still be a stupid teenager if I want and a mature adult. Wouldn't it be cool to be a vampire at that age?
Not a Twilight vampire. They're stupid. Fucking hate Twilight.
But like Lestat from Anne Rice's book or Dracula from Bram Stoker.
I like them. They're good. I like vintage things.

More history. I love  dead things. I want to be an Archeologist. But I also want to be a foster parent so it kinda doesn't work. Those kids need a stable environment and not a foster parent who is always leaving to go to digs on the other side of the world. So child psychology here I come.


Anyway... That's the story for now.
Peace
-A