Statistic test tomorrow.

The day before thanksgiving I’m taking a statistic test, that’s fucked up.

Today I told my sister’s former roommate that I was gay, the girl that kept calling me faggot. She was watching tv and I forget what was on, but she said that it was gay, just like me. I picked up a pen and piece of paper and told her to write down a couple numbers, my older sister asked me what for. I told her, that she [her former roommate] was a fucking psychic, and I needed some lotto numbers. Puzzled she asked me what I was talking about, I told her, “[her name], I am gay.”

She didn’t believe me, and I told her that she was just in denial because she wanted me. Then my sister interjected that it was true and that she didn’t believe it either at first. About that time I had to leave for school, so I didn’t get to see how exactly she took it. I’m going to have to ask my sisters.

Also today I handed in my informal report over the topic I’m doing for the oral report (lack of gay rights in the workplace). It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, it was a little rushed; and it was also limited because she limited the max number of pages (6). Then add on, that it had to be double spaced, it’s length was very limiting.