Hey y'all, quick post today.
I'm heading back to college this Friday, the 20th, and I'll be packing all week. I've also got several doctors appointments this week and basically tying up loose ends. Overall this is the most stressed that I've been all summer, but its common when I'm heading back to school, so its all good :)
Anyway, last Thursday I went over to a friend's house to play videogames with his brothers. He kept suggesting how he wanted me and his brothers to spend the night and play games all night. His house was a bit run down and, well, male-ish. There were dirty dishes in the sink and the whole house was just dirty. If I had stayed the night I'd have to have slept on the couch or something. The AC unit hardly even covered the entire house.
So, needless to say I didn't spend the night, and I dropped off the brothers sometime around midnight. Now, my friend's house is literally 2 towns away, so I had to drive down a really dark road around 1 am. I was getting a little sleepy but I was still awake enough to make it another couple of miles or so back home. There were no lights around and no cars behind or in front of me. Thats when I saw a little lantern light hovering about 5 feet above the ground and about 20 feet behind my left shoulder. It was pretty dim... probably about as bright as a 50 watt light bulb. It followed me for about 5-8 minutes... roughly 4-6 miles. I noticed it in my rear view mirror first, and it didn't dawn on me to look behind me or to check my mirrors until about 4 miles and I had deduced that it wasn't a motorcycle. It stayed exactly 20 or so feet behind me and slowed down wen I did... I eventually looked in my side mirror (changed perspective), and it just vanished.
I'm afraid it might have been a hallucination, but I'll talk to my therapist about it.
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
Physical
*Dusts off the cobwebs*
Hmm, hey y'all, I know its been a while since either Nathan or myself has posted on here... Thank god I posted a "I'm doing O.K." message on the 5th, because honestly I don't really wanna go into it.
School is closing in fast, and honestly it couldn't come any sooner. I'm completely tired of my parents constantly commenting about how I'm turning into a delightful young man. Oddly enough I got a comment from my mother earlier today whom said I look like Jesus. I didn't get it, really.
Anywho, I recently bought some Jeans closer to what I'd like to wear when I'm in girl-mode; Straight jeans with bootcut. Of course I bought male jeans, but they're roughly the same sort of thing- I just consider them lowrider female jeans. If y'all haven't noticed, the temperature in Florida during the summer is in the mid 90's (mid 30's in C). Regardless of what the weather is like, I always wear jeans because I hate my leg hair, and I will always wear jeans if I'm in guy-mode. If I had my way I'd have my legs shaved and I'd be in a skirt like I really want to... however I can't at this point in time.
Fun fact: Most of the male jeans I own now are actually my father's old jeans, or other jeans my parents got for me. All of them are carpenter jeans (which helped me out when I was a kid, but they've gotten far too baggy for my liking).
The place where I bought my jeans was a discount retailer, a place I'm convinced is hell. Women's carts strewn around the narrow isles, hotter than the dickens, disorganization of the shelves, and complete silence save for the clicking of hangers against steel coat racks. The worst part was I spied a cute top in the women section but I couldn't buy it since my folks would take a look at the receipt.... so annoying.
Also I've noticed how SHORT I actually am. I'm a 36 waist, 30 length. That's the pair of pants I'm wearing now, and honestly I'm actually a 36W28L, but heaven forbid I actually find a pair like that. Male sizes are so weird. I mean, who'd wear a 40L pair of pants? Those assholes should be in basketball if they're that tall!
Since I'm on a tangent, I'll state now that I had my yearly physical (FINALLY), and they said I'm 5'10", but I still hold to the fact that I'm 5'9" or somesuch. Finding a pair of pants that fit me (without me rolling up my pantlegs) is nearly impossible.
At my physical I asked my doctor about my hairloss, which she recommended me to have bloodwork done and check for my testosterone levels. Hopefully something would come from that and I could get on some DHT blockers (the active hormone that causes hairloss) and prevent my hair loss.
My father and I have what I'd consider a scuffle recently over hairloss. He came into my room and saw a Bosely (anti-hairloss) commercial, to which he commented about how they actually did the procedure. Ever since I was a little kid he's explained that they take hair follicles from the back of your head and place it on the top of your head so as to make it look like you have something up there. He's completely against it, but he's about as bald as I'll be in coming years. He cites the fact that hair is dead by the time it pops out of your skull, and why would you even bother with it. That really pissed me off. Here I am about to go bald myself- my shower drain is clogged every time I take a shower- and here he goes off saying I don't need it. Fuck all, I have a comb over! Hair is all I really have anymore. I'm morally against wigs, and I'd much rather grow my own hair- lest I want to be a bald woman.
Whatever it takes, I'm going to get my damn hair back.
Thats all that is on my mind... and sorry for all the cussing. I'm a little tense, I haven't dressed since the 4th of July, and I probably won't be able to dress in ages...
Hmm, hey y'all, I know its been a while since either Nathan or myself has posted on here... Thank god I posted a "I'm doing O.K." message on the 5th, because honestly I don't really wanna go into it.
School is closing in fast, and honestly it couldn't come any sooner. I'm completely tired of my parents constantly commenting about how I'm turning into a delightful young man. Oddly enough I got a comment from my mother earlier today whom said I look like Jesus. I didn't get it, really.
Anywho, I recently bought some Jeans closer to what I'd like to wear when I'm in girl-mode; Straight jeans with bootcut. Of course I bought male jeans, but they're roughly the same sort of thing- I just consider them lowrider female jeans. If y'all haven't noticed, the temperature in Florida during the summer is in the mid 90's (mid 30's in C). Regardless of what the weather is like, I always wear jeans because I hate my leg hair, and I will always wear jeans if I'm in guy-mode. If I had my way I'd have my legs shaved and I'd be in a skirt like I really want to... however I can't at this point in time.
Fun fact: Most of the male jeans I own now are actually my father's old jeans, or other jeans my parents got for me. All of them are carpenter jeans (which helped me out when I was a kid, but they've gotten far too baggy for my liking).
The place where I bought my jeans was a discount retailer, a place I'm convinced is hell. Women's carts strewn around the narrow isles, hotter than the dickens, disorganization of the shelves, and complete silence save for the clicking of hangers against steel coat racks. The worst part was I spied a cute top in the women section but I couldn't buy it since my folks would take a look at the receipt.... so annoying.
Also I've noticed how SHORT I actually am. I'm a 36 waist, 30 length. That's the pair of pants I'm wearing now, and honestly I'm actually a 36W28L, but heaven forbid I actually find a pair like that. Male sizes are so weird. I mean, who'd wear a 40L pair of pants? Those assholes should be in basketball if they're that tall!
Since I'm on a tangent, I'll state now that I had my yearly physical (FINALLY), and they said I'm 5'10", but I still hold to the fact that I'm 5'9" or somesuch. Finding a pair of pants that fit me (without me rolling up my pantlegs) is nearly impossible.
At my physical I asked my doctor about my hairloss, which she recommended me to have bloodwork done and check for my testosterone levels. Hopefully something would come from that and I could get on some DHT blockers (the active hormone that causes hairloss) and prevent my hair loss.
My father and I have what I'd consider a scuffle recently over hairloss. He came into my room and saw a Bosely (anti-hairloss) commercial, to which he commented about how they actually did the procedure. Ever since I was a little kid he's explained that they take hair follicles from the back of your head and place it on the top of your head so as to make it look like you have something up there. He's completely against it, but he's about as bald as I'll be in coming years. He cites the fact that hair is dead by the time it pops out of your skull, and why would you even bother with it. That really pissed me off. Here I am about to go bald myself- my shower drain is clogged every time I take a shower- and here he goes off saying I don't need it. Fuck all, I have a comb over! Hair is all I really have anymore. I'm morally against wigs, and I'd much rather grow my own hair- lest I want to be a bald woman.
Whatever it takes, I'm going to get my damn hair back.
Thats all that is on my mind... and sorry for all the cussing. I'm a little tense, I haven't dressed since the 4th of July, and I probably won't be able to dress in ages...
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