I'm not much of a computer person. It makes me feel weird to sit in front of a screen all day.
The weather gave me an ulcer I did not much appreciate, but never fear. I just vibed with Brian Jonestown Massacre and my friends the Dandy Warhols and I got by.
My sixteenth birthday is in a couple weeks. I'm not very excited. Nothing's really exciting anymore. In the words of my lover, Courtney Taylor Taylor of the Dandies, I've been thinking about nothing but doing nothing but thinking. I guess it all really changed when one of my closest cohorts, Iñaki, killed himself. It was in January, but the whole process took a long time. Not to go into grizzly and depressing details, but he hanged himself. They caught him, but too late. He was in the hospital,a vegetable, for 5 days before he actually died. That was the hardest week I've ever gone through; not knowing what was really going on, not seeing him all day like I normally did, knowing the tragedy that was bound to unfold, and dealing with all the Super Christians who prayed and prayed for him to be back at school the next day.
It's been a rough almost 2 months. Rough being the hugest understatement ever. I've got people who want to talk and who are there, I'm just not much of a talker when it comes to this. I try. There are few people I can actually open up to.
This, of course, is my beloved Iñaki.