son of man

Writing in a journal when I'm content with my life is pretty new to me. Usually I have a shit load of things to complain about but right now the most I have to complain about is hating my teachers and my sister taking the last of the ice cream and none of that really seems worth complaining about at the moment. Well, actually that's not true. I do have something I can complain about - my sister's boyfriend giving me the sex talk. Apparently she felt that it would be too awkward to do it herself so she decided to make him do it, which wasn't much better. We're close and all, but he's still my sister's boyfriend and I'd rather not talk about sex with him. Especially not when he starts out with 'when a man and a woman really love each other'. Last time I checked, neither Erich or me were women.

--Wait that sounded weird. I've never actually checked him to make sure. It's just a figure of speech. I'm assuming he's all male. If not we may have some issues.

Anyway. I've been debating reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I've heard some good things about it, but the plot is pretty freaky and I'm not sure that I really want to read about pedophilia. To distract myself from making an actual decision on that I've been re-watching what I can of Animaniacs. You'd think there'd be more episodes online than there really are. You'd also think that someone who struggles in Calculus would pass his time studying for that, but obviously you'd be wrong. I'd rather spend my time watching cartoons from my childhood. Productive, I know.

Well this turned out to be a lot of rambling.

I thought 18 was supposed to be one of the best birthdays, but it doesn't feel any different from the others. Sixteen was probably better. My parents actually acknowledged that one.

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I need a boyfriend. And some more sleep.