Time

It's been a very long time since I last posted. I'm really not sure why I even keep this poor thing going. I mean, it's 2015. Why not give it a rest?

Well, I'm a stubborn person. My attachment to this compels me to update at least once a month, maybe less. Just keep the life support going on this ancient relic.

Although, if I really think about it - was seventh grade really that long ago? Has it really been a long time since I was a twelve-year-old piece of shit? Not really, no. I'm not even fifteen yet.

If it was so recent, why does it feel so far away? What's the point of aging anyways?

They keep pushing to think ahead, to get a plan early. I'm fourteen, I don't know what I want to do!

Please stop pushing me. I look at the three years I've got left of high school and it's starting to feel more like three days.

I was decorating my room the other day, with pages from a magazine. I looked around at everything and thought, "Why am I even bothering to do this? I'll be going away soon enough."

Don't I have time? Isn't that what people always say, "you're only in _ grade, you have time to figure it out!" Is there no time left now that I'm nearly a sophomore?

Please don't push me anymore. I'm so tired, but there's no time to sleep.
-Mark

Addam's Family

Opening night for Addam's Family is on Friday.

Not really worried, though. It just feels like it's going to be another night of sitting backstage and moving things on and off.

...That's really it.
-Mark

2014

It's the last day of 2014.

And man, did this year suck.

But hey, there were a lot of great things that happened, too!

Like:

~Passed all my exams (even math, and I took it without a calculator)
~Came out as trans and I'm not that sad anymore
~More internet friends! The cool egg squad expanded to include an Estonian veloceraptor and the big emo from Illinois
~Joined Drama club (my people man)
~ASM for my first show! Tempest is probs my favourite Shakespeare play now
~Co-prop leader for my second show! Addams family and there are a lot of props
~Really got into Weezer
~Finally got Portal 2! It's great I love it
~Found the band Harvey Danger
~Saw Panic! at the Disco live! It was great nothing can top that
~My art skills improved a bunch like wow
~Found my favourite photograph in an Elle magazine it's hanging right beside me right now
~BRO I DISCOVERED THE JOYS OF NEUROSCIENCE
~This year was shitty but it had some great individual moments
~Also Tasmyn is truly a treasure thats what I've concluded this year
-Mark

Two Years

Guess what, lovelies? It's been two years of this bullshit.

Two years of you guys reading my angsty shitfest I call a blog.

I salute you.

In commemoration of these two years, I'll give you two pictures of me: one from when I started the blog, and one from last night.

Character development, am I right?

-Mark

Whatever

Everything's exciting 'til it happens.

Then it's just boring.

Then you're standing around wondering why you even went when you could be at home in your pajamas watching netflix on the couch.

And then you realize, if you'd passed it up and spent the day at home, you'd just spend the whole time wondering what it would have been like to go.

So, instead of doing anything useful - or anything fun - I stay home and feel vaguely sad while marathoning the same anime and eating obscene amounts of cereal to fill the void.

Whatever.
-Mark

Fuck Gender Roles

I don't actually consider myself to be any gender. Honestly, I think gender is stupid. Why have a gender? What's the point of all this segregation between pink and blue when, in reality, we're all just people with different parts that are only there for waste excretion and sexual reproduction (the last bit not even being mandatory)?

So, I'll properly introduce myself this way: my name is Mark, I use he/him/his pronouns, I like to wear skin-tight jeans and occasionally make-up, maybe a dress every now and then. I destroy gender roles and look pretty damn good while doing so. Especially in the tight jeans, they make my butt look good tbh.

Anyone who tells me I can't dress like I do or wear make-up because it "doesn't correspond with my gender" (or rather, name and pronouns) will be shown the door out of my life, I don't need their negative ass around.

I encourage the rest of you to do the same, should anyone attempt to stop you from being, y'know, you. The same old song and dance.

But seriously, don't be gross, it's their life, not yours.
-Mark

Let's Face It: I'm a 2005 Emo

I'm nothing short of an emo loser at this point.

Today is the first day in months I've worn colours other than black and various shades of grey. Still, it is only a blue minecraft/avengers shirt.

My music has been a steady stream of Weezer, Harvey Danger, and My Chemical Romance with some Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, and Foo Fighters mixed in.

All I've read so far this month have been Homestuck upd8s and The Perks of Being a Wallflower (like I haven't read that book enough already).

I've played only Elder Scrolls games lately (mostly Skyrim, a little bit of Oblivion. Luke suggested I play Marrowind), I've played Minecraft on my laptop but it's hell on Earth since I don't have a mouse. Or rather, a decent mouse. I have my brother's old wireless mouse. You can see the problem with that, yes?

Let's face it. I'm a fucking loser whose stuck in 2005.

Bring on the eyeliner.
-Mark