Leap years fucking suck

There are 363 days in 1980. Leap years fucking suck. APPROXIMATELY INFINITE UNIVERSE is the best album ever I think. I got home from school today and kept listening to it over and over again. "Waiting for the Sunrise" is probably my favorite song on the album. Basically its just Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise, Waiting for the sunrise... and they get connected together by one liners about why she loves the person she is waiting for. I don't get why my parents generation gave her so much shit. John Lennon was lucky to get out of the Beatles. I'd rather kill myself than deal with all the bullshit that must have given him, Yoko Ono was a genius to break that shit up. Plus, John Lennons music was totally overrated. But who am I to judge? Right?

So I talked to Brandon today at school. We went out to lunch actually. He took me to Jays downtown. I got a cheeseburger then threw it up in the bathroom afterward. Then I got a milkshake to go. He was wearing black tight jeans and his new black leather jacket and huge boots. It was totally hot. He's still mad I didn't sleep with him last weekend. But I don't really like having sex with him. I told him blow jobs are ok but sex hurts me physically and I don't want to do it. Plus he wants me to try bondage stuff and I get so confused. He's really into sadism which I thought was hot but now that we have been together I'm kinda unsure about. But pouring candle wax on him was hot and when he poured it on me during oral sex that was kind of hot but I don't no, it's wierd. Then he gives me poems.

I kind of feel like it needs to stop. I'm pretty sure I'm going to see James this weekend. Brandon is going to kill me!