Incorrect Association Methods

So I was depressed about not making GHP. It's this summer camp for students in Valdasta, Georgia, at Valdasta State University, six full weeks, and free. It's said to be awesome. It's said to be life changing. It's effing free. And I didn't make it. I got through the first audition but the second one was not for me. I guess. I wanted to go. I was pissed when only one person made it. and it wasn't me. Because I think I'm unique and different and deserved to go more than anybody. And I think it's a good thing that I didn't go. Because I'm a mild racist and on the Valdasta GHP website there was nothing but pictures of skinny white people. And I feel left out around large hoards of white people. And black people. And asian people. I wish there were large hoards of multiracial people, like obviously multiracial, not "I'm Swedish-Irish with a German grandma"; that's still white. Or "I'm 1/16 Semoian, my mamma thinks she's dominican, and my daddy's grandpa was Nigerian", that's still black. I mean "I'm Mexican-African-American" or "I'm Korean-French-Native American" or mulotto, or black&somethingelseobviously. I want multiracial friends. I don't have any. And I feel isolated everyknow and then.

Nobody to relate to.

But it's not dramatic or dire or serious it's just me.

No, it's not important.

I just want it.

not being sarcastic.

It's so dark now I can't see my keyboard.

I don't need to see it, but you know.

Where is everyone?

I'm in a dark house alone.

Oooooooooo. The sun is setting...

I went to go watch it.

I was wondering what it would be like to do gruetosky out there.

Peanut, Peanute Butter...

AND JELLY !

yumm. I just ate a sandwhich and it was delicious.

I'm gunna right a few more posts so this one doesn't get outrageously long.

The Look-A-Like

Tell me why it seems I'm always not in the right place at the right time? My mom called me today on her way home, as she usually does, but her voice sounded especially hype: she had some good news. Honestly, the first thing that came to my mind was, "did we get the house??". We're shopping around for a new house. But by the tone of her voice, I could sense it was better than that; it was indeed. She was on MARTA and by a fluke of events, a young man who happened to look like the male model Tyson Beckford was sitting across from her, wearing simply blue jeans and a white T. I couldn't believe that woman's luck. WOW. I egged her to take a picture, but it couldn't happen with out being too obvious. She said when he got off, all the women near her started chatting and giggling about him, and I bet they were. Hmmm. I wish things like this would happen to me...but wait, only I would want the guy to look like Kevin Michael:) Jeesss. Jeess.