Feeling Proud

Went to Pride Parade last night. It was very enjoyable. Finally got to meet my fag's crush <3 and I have to say, he is indeed crush-worthy. Om nom nom ; )
I dressed in drag and it was possibly one of the worst ideas of my life. I just looked like a hooker in a wig. But, considering the Dikes on Bikes and the Go-go dancers, I felt pretty comfortable in my lycra dress, purple fishnets, wig and 90's platforms. According to my fag, it all fell down to whether I looked like a whore or not because of my eyebrows....if I had drawn them 10 cm above my normal brow line and covered my real eyebrows in zinc, then I would have looked like a Drag Queen, apparently.
According to other sources, my real boobs, real vagina, and real bum ruined the look for me too.
I dunno, I can't argue with either, because both statements are true.

I completely detest the idea of my heart right about now. I hate it. It continuously bugs me with these fucking palpitations and murmurs and such. Just go away.
I want a normal, functioning, happy heart. Instead I get this jitter-bug of a muscle, pumping away to it's own beat. What about what I want? Apparently, my heart does not know what I want; how ever so ironic.

Ummm speaking of detesting things; school. Die.
I really don't want to read Frankenstein, so I can write an essay on it's writing techniques and structure. What a great incentive; here's some motivation, if you finish reading Frankenstein, I might just let you write a three page analysis on it's descriptive language!
Woooooh.
Some one actually offered me money to write their essay, I forgot who it was, but I considered it for a split second. That is what I call incentive. $10 a paragraph, people.
I sound so conceited right now; I'm not good at writing essays lads and ladettes, I'm just good at bullshitting. But I might start a business; Essays-R-Us (yeah, real original). Requesting support from y'all; times are hard in this financial crisis, and Barack O-blackman is doing nothing to help us so, I suppose it's left up to us commoners to solve this pickle.

Speaking of pickle, I had the best sub today. It was full to the brim with pickles and oh, so, scrummy. Totes going to buy a bucket of pickles and a tub of Southwest sauce and have myself a partay.