Paul-san wrote a rather personal entry yesterday, and all I can say is... damn.

In a sense, I can relate... but not in the complete helplessness conveyed in his writing. Sure, throughout elementary school I was friends with a kid named Nick, but we were very far from being close. I guess in kindergarten I was a bit of an oddity since I often mixed some tagalog words into my speech (purely accidental). I made a lot of friends come first grade... but then everyone started to grow away from me, since they started their careers in athletics and such. Then I was even more isolated when I began getting into anime heavily...

Entering middle school, I was in an uneasy friendship with Nick, and had finally come to terms with my sexuality. By masking my true self, I was able to fit into a group of guys obsessed over videogames, starwars, anime, and satire... in essence, we were nerds minus the pocket protectors and glasses. Thing is, the leader of the pack was (and still is) an extreme homophobe and we joked constantly about fags, queers, flamers, fairies, etc. Everyone did back then. But, around that time I began to forge friendships of stronger foundations. The only two which have survived since that time are my friendships with Bill and Jenilyn, the two girls whom I could sympathize with the most. Jen was always the caring and understanding one, and Bill was the most fun to be around (constant satire). But, then I moved midway through 8th grade.

When I finally moved over to Vegas, I was stuck out in the air... everyone had already formed their friendships, so I had to find any niche to fit in... and it wasn't easy. I hated myself the most during that half of a year...

But then, I made it to highschool... an art highschool. A place where the outcasts and those slightly out of tune with the harmony of the world found harmony and unity. Hell, Jyl and I were talking about that very subject while working on our crap-ass project poster for english. LVA does seem to have a better sense of harmony and understanding... a quasi-bohemia if you will. And all the stupid jocks in the school hide for fear of ridicule... and there really is no popular group here... just the elitists of each major.

My way of life is in danger, though. The school district is in sever need of funding, and are planning to cut all the art programs from the regular highschools... yes, sports get to stay. Thing is, even the magnet schools are being targeted for elimination... They even have the gall to challenge the need for an Arts highschool.... Like bloody fucking hell they need us! Because we have yet to establish our town as cultured, we need all the fine arts training we can get. Otherwise, we are the bunch of redneck hicks which Fred Durst (Limp Bizkit lead) has so graciously dubbed us. If they do decide to take away the magnet schools, it'll come to realization during the summer before the 2005-6 school year; my graduation year. Help us, VH1!

I'm seriously fearing for us right now. There's no way I'd be able to survive going to the jock-school I'd be going to if I weren't attending my current highschool... Dammit!

Heh, now I must go to confirmation class (read: sunday school) on that note. Adieu.