  I believe that I have a flare for drama. I did a lot of acting as a child, a very limited amount of horrendous child modeling (seriously, the pale thing is HOT when you’re a kid, then when you grow up and grow hips, it’s less cute) But really, I tend to over dramatize things.
A lot. Like, say, oh my, god!! TAKING TO HITLER!! WOOT! He is the most beautiful creature. Then there’s the slow, thoughtful way he talks and his relaxed, easy smile. It freaks me out how much I like this boy who I know (for sure) only the following about: - He is gorgeous - He listens to the same music I do - He doesn’t do the same drugs my brother does - He is good natured - He is charming - My stomach feels light when he laughs (it’s like a soft, “tutt” laugh, which grows into a resounding-- not obnoxious-- flow) I wanted those six precious minuets between first and second to go on forever.
There is something about him so familiar, so comforting, so utterly loveable. It’s scary how the effect of a boy can take hold of me. I could rant on and on about his hair ( strawberry blonde! I bet it was tomato red when he was younger; I want to see his baby pictures!
I want to have his babies!! ) or the way it falls on his head ( floppy and unbrushed to one side, so clumsy… so perfect …) Imagine me savoring the blissful conversation, all the dramatics I call upon to deepen the meaning of the words, “Have a good day, Anna” ( Anna! He said my name! MY name ! ) And then imagine this thought come charging into my consciousness; “Holy shit, what if he is gay ?” Let me explain. Two boys, each one having graced my crush collection, are now dating one another. They are. dating.
one another . Add to this the fact that Melissa recently came out, and I am having a case of homo-paranoia. Not homophobia, paranoia . I am scared that I will like a boy only for him to show up at the movies with another boy. When I was in first grade, I used to think that gay people were a myth. I didn’t understand it.
I didn’t think I would ever meet one. I somehow thought they all lived in San Francisco and ate Rice-A-Roni. Yes, I have moved passed these beliefs. And I’m fine with it, promise. I support that marriage issue and I think that amending the constitution to discriminate against homosexuals is wrong. Love is love, and marriage is love. Even if you’re Christian, you know that this country is founded on freedom. I think of it this way; Christianity says that taking the Lord’s name in vain is a sin. But it would never be illegal.
Imagine police giving out tickets, citing “Commandment Number 3” and writing you up? Just because you’re religion prophesies that it is wrong, or a sin, doesn’t mean that everyone must follow that belief. But I digress. The matter of this entry is not a statement about homosexual marriage. It is a statement about a certain tall, lanky redhead who I desperately want to confess his undying love to me. And I shall do the same. (Then we will wildly make out in his bedroom while listening to Bright Eyes) Affectionately… Anna 
