I finally went clubbing on Thursday in San Francisco. It was at this place called Popscene in SoMA (South of Market Area, for those of you not in the know) and it was… amazing. It’s an indie club and they hosted Foals and Maps & Atlases. I went alone. Not that that was a problem. Apparently I looked hot that night (usually not this conceited, but seriously. Keep reading) because, like, nearly every gay kid there (there was actually a significant amount there, surprisingly) was trying to dance up on me. Now, I’ve never been to a club before (indie or otherwise) and I don’t know if this is how people just act, or, if I was just really hot that night… I’m hoping it’s the latter. Anyway, I had a good time that night. I stayed with my english teacher (no, there was no sex. He’s not all that hot. He’s just super nice and hilarious) and we were drinking and making each other laugh. I skipped class on Friday because of a rather inconvenient hangover from partying and I wasn’t going to make the (now) 45 minute ride back home from San Francisco just to make two classes. I got back to school around 4 o’clock-ish. My roommates thought that I got killed (I think they were joking. Then again, they are pretty stupid).
Again, I’m thinking about telling my parents that I’m gay. I say it now, but I can almost guarantee you that I am not going to be brave enough to do it. My friend just recently came out to all of us and his family. Apparently his family had a hard time. That’s what I’m afraid of. I mean, I know that I have been building up my network in case my parents do, but… you know? I can’t explain it.
3 more weeks!!