2011: Progress (or not)

Number of boyfriends gained, then lost after a fatal misjudgement of his character: 1
Number of people out to: enough
Number of declined threesome offers: 1
Number of accepted threesome offers: 0
Drunk and meaningless kisses: 1
Weight difference: probably + too many kgs
University offers: 1
Driving tests passed: 2
Cars bought: 0
New instruments learnt: 1
House moves: 1
New Years Resolutions completed: 1
New Years Resolutions not started: 4
Average stress level: 1.000.000%
Alcohol consumed: not enough
Hangovers: too many
Lottery wins: 0
Panic attacks: 1

All in all, a rather depressing lack of anything. It's as if these past 12 months have been the most pointless and uneventful in the history of history. They have been full of nothing but mistakes and procrastination, so here's to the next 12 months of the same.

Happy new year ♥

Merry Scroogemas. Or Grinchmas. Or Christmas. Or whatever the bloody thing's called.

For the first time in a long time, I actually enjoyed Christmas this year. No family. No expectations. No schedules. No stress. Just me, my mum, the animals, and the exceptionally poor Christmas TV which graces our screens every year. Although, Doctor Who was, as usual, fantastic and lovely and wonderful and once I finish typing this post, I think I shall go and iPlayer it (again) or go to bed, depending on how much beer I consume between now and then.

I realise that it's been a year since I set up this blog, with a view to posting regularly about the dull proceedings of this game we call life. I think I succeeded in that. Largely. If you ignore the 'regular' part of that statement. I'm planning a 2011 summary post for New Year's Eve, in which I reflect on the depressing (lack of) progress I have made in my love life, social life, educational life............ sex life. And just life in general.

Since my previous post there are two major developments which need pointing out: I have passed my driving test, and my UCAS application has been sent off and processed and I have an offer to study Music at City University London, starting September 2013. Actually, I think that's the only thing that's different about my life  in comparison to this time last year. OK, I'm more out than I was at the start of the year, and I have a new phone and a Dinner Suit (including a bow-tie, which is cool. No Top Hat though...).

Since I am (once again) going to be spending New Year with people I don't particularly want to be with, and I'd much rather spend my 18th New Year's Eve getting pissed shitless with my friends, I will spare you all with the inevitable boring rant about how my Aunt dictates when her dogs need to go for a poo, and I will also spare you from the complicated happenings of my cousin's love life (I seem to remember posting last year about how he and his girlfriend were shoving themselves down each others throats during Christmas dinner and me just quietly sitting there wanting to have a boyfriend of my own.... oh how that's changed...). I am grateful for the fact that by the time we do arrive at my Aunt's house in 2 days time that the incontinent Nazi grandmother will not be present. I might actually kill myself if she were.

But that's enough about the rant I was never going to have. Doubtless these shall all be rants that will be posted before the year is out.

Hope you've all had a Merry Christmas, even if I don't actively celebrate it myself, for reasons which constitute a whole new post for itself, and if I don't post before the end of the year, I wish you all a very happy and healthy start to 2012.

♥

So it seems I'm already out - except I don't remember officially coming out...

OK so it turns out that most of the sixth form at my school know I'm gay, when I haven't told *that* many people. Don't get me wrong, I really don't mind who knows or how many people know - it's not as if I deny it at all.

Basically (and I'm not sure how much of this is true, because I was in a lesson when it happened), Harry and Sarah were having an argument about something, and Sarah decided to say that Harry was in a gay relationship with someone - despite both Harry and this other guy being straight. Harry used me as an 'insult', and decided that I was going out with her. Cue Amy, who happily proclaims that I'm gay. Harry didn't know up until that point, and seemed surprised. Amy seemed surprised at Harry's surprise, because according to her, "everyone knows".

Now, I don't have a problem with any of this. I really couldn't care less about who knows I'm gay, but I'm a bit confused as to how Amy found out, let alone "everyone", because I didn't tell them. And I doubt she checks people's Facebook profiles to see what their 'Interested In' is set to. I don't think anybody does (apart from me, because I'm such a stalk). But I now have absolutely no idea who knows and who doesn't, which to an extent, annoys me, because it's the sort of thing I'd rather have told people about myself, rather than people hearing it from people who heard it from people. But, on the other hand, I'm secretly very glad, because I don't have to do any of this horrible 'coming out' lark, and have also completed a new years resolution. Which, in 18 years, I think is the first time I can ever honestly say that :p

I'm curious as to how everybody found out, because the people that I had told don't really tell other people someone's private stuff - they're all just like "you want to know, you go and ask him. Not my place to say." I don't know weather or not the fact that Amy told people about my sexuality without my permission should bother me or not.

Anyway, thought and comments below please!
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Newsflash

In one of my more extended periods of absence from this blog, some interesting things have happened. Chief among them:

I'M 18!!!!!

So yeah, that's cool. Can now legally get drunk and have sex (cos the government are still such arseholes and ban gay sex for under 18 year olds, the fuckers.) and all that shiz.

School life is still killing me; I was in a really bad mood on Thursday because one of my teachers didn't read my first draft for my coursework properly, and told me about 2 hours before the deadline for the next draft that what I'd written (or what I wanted to write) was wrong and I had to change it. So I flipped out and felt like murdering him, but I resisted. I'm too young to go to prison. 

I'm out to a few more people, and a lot more open about being gay too. I think I'll consider that another new year's resolution I've completed. It's not quite in the way I was hoping, but considerably more people know I'm gay now than people did this time last year. So that's an achievement.

My UCAS application is more or less finished now too. Just waiting for my reference to be written and then my brilliant application will land on the desks of some admission tutors and they'll all love me and worship me and offer me a place because I'm that brilliant. 

Went to see Lee Evans with my 'brother' last week as well. SO FUNNY MY STOMACH STILL HURTS FROM ALL THE LAUGHING. Honestly, if you get a chance to go and see him live, go and see him, you will not regret it :D

Think that's about it for now. Looking forward to half term in just over a week - I'm gonna need it!! 

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So. Much. To. Do.

OK, so it's term 4 of the sixth form, and I feel like shit. Literally. Well, not really. There's just so much crap to do and not enough time to do it in it's unbelievable. I don't know how to do everything that I need to do and I just want to go away and sleep and not wake up. Ever.

So Tuesday is the deadline for my extended essay first draft. Friday is the first deadline for music coursework. The first Monday in October is the first deadline for my History coursework. The second deadline for music is the end of the second week in October. UCAS application deadline for my school is the October Half Term. Somewhere in October is a German group oral exam that counts for 25% of my final mark in German. November is the final deadline for my History coursework. In December are the mock English orals, the final deadline for my extended essay and musical investigation, a mock theory of knowledge oral, first draft of my theory of knowledge essay, and another German group oral.

And then it's Christmas (hallelujah), but it's gonna be hell, because we get back and the first day back is mock exams.

And half of that stuff I haven't even started yet because we were only given the details about them last week.

I WANT TO JUST RUN AWAY WITH SOME FIT GUY AND HAVE LOTS OF SEX AND  KEEP RUNNING AND NEVER STOP AND NEVER LOOK BACK OR EVEN THINK OF COMING TO THIS HELL THAT IS SCHOOL LIFE.

/rant.

Done my bit...

...to stamping out homophobia.

Well, hardly. But it's a contribution. Ish.

Basically one of my acquaintances (let's call him Rob) decided it would be funny to write on one of my straight female friend's arm (we'll call her Anne) "I LOVE GAY SEX ♥ :)" And she seemed initially upset about it. But she didn't take offence about it once she'd washed it off.

But anyway, I got really offended by it. I was like, 'what a prat, writing something like that without thinking who it might offend.' And I really wasn't sure what I should've done. So I spoke to India, and she told me that I should basically go and tell him that next time he should think about who he offends before he does stuff like that; I shouldn't get the teachers involved (I'd seen our Deputy Director of Sixth Form whizz past and thought maybe I should point it out to her, just so they know that homophobic bullying is still an issue, even this high up in the school). But I was all worried about him not taking me seriously. He's kinda like the guy who you expect to just pretend he's sorry and go away and do exactly the same thing again. 

So I decided that I would do both, and that's exactly what I did. I went and spoke to the Dep. head of sixth form and said that this had happened, and while the majority of people don't take offence at that sort of stuff, I most certainly do, but I don't want to name names, cos I've sorted it out with the guy involved, and he's apologised (I hadn't yet), but I just wanted to bring it to your attention. 

Or words to that effect.

And then I found him coming out of a lesson and I pulled him over and I said "Rob; about what you wrote on Anne's arm." "Yeah," he says slowly. "'I am a short little naughty girl.'" "The other arm," I tell him. "'I love Gay Sex.'." "Yeah, that one. Please don't do it again. I'm sure Anne didn't take offence at it, but I can guarantee you that there are people who do, and I'm one of them. So next time, think about what you write before you write it."

And I walked off, a little grumpy. 

He runs after me "LIAM! LIAM!" and I turn around. 

"I'm really sorry, I just didn't think. I only meant it as a joke. I didn't mean to offend you at all. I'm just so used to having a laugh about it with other people in my family who are gay, I just didn't think."

I just looked at him, really coldly and said "Clearly. And just because there are people in your family who are gay doesn't mean that every other gay person in the world will react the same way as them, so use your fucking brain every once in a while." And I just left him standing there.

I didn't tell him that I went to the teacher. 

Did I do the right thing? Should I have just gone straight to the teacher? Or taken it up straight away with Rob? Or not done anything?

On the plus side, there's now another person who knows I'm gay :D

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Just a bit weird.

OK, so I went into London today with some friends to an open-air screening of Amélie (absolutely fantastic film, if you haven't seen it yet, GO AND BUY IT AND WATCH IT IN ALL IT'S GLORY) and that was all fun - we spent about an hour just walking around Brixton trying to find the bloody place. But the train journey home was..... odd, to say the least.

I should really mention the drunk woman, because if the stench of her sick hadn't made us move carriages, this wouldn't have happened. By the time we were at Chelmsford, all my friends had got off, and this gay couple got on (I have to admit, it was the first real-life gay couple I've seen). They sat sort of diagonally opposite me, and whilst I couldn't actually see what they were doing, I got a pretty good view of it from the reflection in the window. I'm such a stalk. Anyway.

They, both clearly drunk, got off at Witham. Not like that, they got off of the train (control your dirty mind, reader!). As they did, one of them said "Well, enjoy the rest of your ride - I tell you, we're two of the most homosexual men ever, we fuck all the time." (or words to that effect) I simply smiled and said "Same," before I heard the bit about them fucking all the time. His eyes widened and he looked at his boyfriend. "Are you up for it? Would you have a threesome with us? His arse is fucking intense." Laughing, they both fell off of the train and continued to 'make out' (can you call it that?) on the platform.

Is it just me, or does that sound weird?