In almost every regard, when I go out in public, I have the appearance of a homeless person. My brown hair is unkempt because I rarely comb it, even after I get out of the shower. I have hazel eyes. My chin is covered by a perpetually scraggly beard, since because of lack of hormones …

Today I will institute a another series: Nostalgia, or fond rememberings of the past. The first thing I would like to talk about is an activity I was fascinated with up until I graduated High School. That activity was creating computerized animation, of all kinds. I used to be quite prolific at it, although not …

Last night I dreamt that I died. I was on coke and heroin in the dream. It was in high school, and I was having withdrawals and didn’t want to go to school. Granny Mabel grabbed me and asked me in a very exaggerated, pronounced way if I was on drugs, like some stereotypical sitcom …

The next person I fell for was Carrie at the small Christian school I was at, and this episode was only passing, similar to my previous one. The big crush, that for Andrea, didn’t happen until later. I can’t remember my exact age at the time, but I think it was my junior or senior …

This entry builds off of a previous entry about morals, which revealed that my ideal of the perfect person is essentially Christ-like and Ascetic. We live in an extremely materialistic society. I don’t think the breadth and scope of materialism has ever been exceeded in the history of Humanity. Nearly all explanations about the human …

I will now kick off a Journal series I’d like to call “The Friend Zone.” Basically I will detail the ignominious times I have been put in such a zone by the women I have actually showed an interest in. However, according to the Internet, you can’t truly consider it the “Friend Zone” if you …