And that's a problem with having a baby-face complextion... everyone thinks you act cute, yet when you try to change and be the passionate romantic you truly, they step back and look at you weird. It's almost as if you aren't allowed to change at all. I maybe already comfortable with my body now, but I don't think the rest of the world is ready for it. Le sigh....
Hm... that kinda reminds me of one of Paul's poems I read quite a while back. He should post it somewhere on his blog, the one of the person in the box. I loved that poem.
... now that I think about it, no openly gay person in my school is my type. They're either all too ditsy or too shallow for my tastes. I want someone who can reciprocate my passions and need for deep conversations. Looks like I'll only be that close in college, unless I get lucky like when I had Topher.... oh well.
So, the playlist for this auspicious day is:
-Janet Jackson's "Doesn't Really Matter"
-The Cure's "Why Can't I be You?"
-Utada Hikaru's "For You"
-Incubus' "Summer Romance"
-Tracy Chapman's "Devotion"
-Aerosmith's "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing"
-BBMak's "Back Here"
-Dido's "Here with Me"
-Spice Girls' "Holler"
-Soul Decision's "Oh It's Kinda Crazy" and "Faded"
-Garbage's "The World is Not Enough"
-Pushing Daisies' "Disagree"
Ah... it's been a while since I made a playlist for a specific day.
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