You're joking, right?

I don't think I'd ever see the day where a teacher made me hate them. I've disliked teachers, but never hated them. Until today.

My art teacher has had suspicion about me and Monica for quite sometime. We weren't very secretive in her class though, so we didn't care if she knew, but after she put the pieces together she kind of just treated us wrong.

"Stop touching each other."
"You two are disturbing."

Excuse me, but when has a teacher been allowed to voice her opinion about homosexuals to the homosexuals' faces? It's rude, uncalled for, and a hundred percent biased. If we had known she was a homophobe I wouldn't have allowed her to know about us.

But we stopped touching each other. Cause she was just enforcing the PDA rules.
It's not like we were over-doing it. We never did anything in front of anyone beyond hugging. I guess we hugged too much. But that's okay, we didn't complain, just did as she said.

Well, one day we were fighting over my glasses and she thought we were being too physical. We weren't, but okay, whatever you want. She threatened to send us to the office, give us a pink slip, tattle-tale. She didn't. Instead, she just warned us again and told us next time she'll move us.
That was a month ago.

Today: we have kept our respectful distance from each other while still keeping in each other's comfort zone happily since then. We were looking at my art photography blog for that class, so we were just close, but still distant as much as we could. The shirt I had been wearing today was falling off my shoulder and Monica was telling me to pull it up. I didn't want to.

"Nobody else needs to see your shoulder." Monica said.
"So what?" I began to laugh and purposely make my shirt fall off my shoulders.

So, she pushes it onto my shoulder and then puts her hand down. Next thing we know, the art teacher is saying, "That is it." and then telling us to seperate.

At first, I refused. I mean, she fixed my shirt. We didn't make-out or even hug in front of her. We didn't do anything at all. Now, she gave me the complete impression that she is that homophobic that any physical contact disgusts her and that pissed me off. But I'm not about to risk getting in trouble, or grounded, or written up in trouble just for her rude behavior, so I moved.

I don't know how I completely feel right now, but none of it is positive when it comes to her.

So. Screw you. You homphobe. 

- Justice 11/25

My Girlfriend

Her name is Monica. I call her Moni. Or Monter. Or Moanica.

Her birthday is August 15 and she is seventeen years old.

She goes to school with me and is a senior as well. 

She is 5'3" and has brown hair and eyes. Her bangs sweep perfectly above her eyes. 

Her favorite color is blue. 

We have known each other for almost four years now. She became my girlfriend July 12th of 2013.
I'm head-over-heels in love with her.

We have very little in common, but opposites attract, right?
Here's a few moments we have spent together:

She was being rather weird at that moment.

And she wouldn't leave me alone. I tried kissing her in the artroom, but she freaked out. (She's public shy.) 

So, when she wanted to be weird again. I actually kissed her. 

Her reaction in my favorite part.

We're an odd couple, but we're just like every other couple out there as well. We actually do not care what people think of us, because we're happy. Who's to say we can't be? I love having her with me all the time and I'd do anything for this beautiful girl.

This is me and Monica. And we're in love.

- Justice 11/20

First Entry

Let me introduce myself.

Hello, my name is Justice. I'm seventeen and am a senior in highschool. I plan on being a Nurse Practitioner and living in either Lubbock, Texas, or Austin, Texas. I don't do much with my life and my activities consist of nothing. But this is where I can relieve myself of stress and anger.

I have a job, I'll tell you about that another day.
I have a few college classes. Trust me, I have plenty to say on school things.
I live with my parents and have 5 siblings. I might complain sometimes.

I have very little in my life to anger me, but there's always something that does. Usually the same as before.

Oh, and I'm gay. So you might read about my girlfriend in here somewhere. But that's me and her in my background.

Alright. I've introduced myself. I'll complain eventually.

- Justice 11/19