Man, it's early. I am a student. I am not supposed to be up at 6am. Well, not without having stayed up on purpose, anyway. For once, it wasn't John's snoring that woke me up.
I talked to my mom last night. I kinda miss home, but I'd miss being able to be who I am at home if I were there. My parents still don't know I'm a mutant, and I have no idea how to tell them. I'm kinda worried that they'll stop loving me, that they'll think I'm a freak, or that they did something that made
me a mutant. Or that it means that Ronnie will be a mutant too. And that I'll be unhappy for the rest of my life. Which is totally not true, because I am really happy here -- I love you
and I like all of you
sometimes). I just kinda wish that I could tell my parents that, you know? Show them my life, that I'm happy, that I have great friends and a wonderful girlfriend who loves me, that I'm not a freak just because I'm a mutant. That I'm normal
Okay, I feel like a whiny teenager so I'll shut up. Breakfast is kinda calling to me. Mmm, Lucky Charms. I might even melt some ice cream over them into the milk. And then maybe I'll go study. I've got the role of the female in Paradise Lost
to learn for Storm's final. Oh, yeah, she kinda hinted that it would come up, guys. Not in as many words, but she seemed really enthusiastic about it when I talked to her the other day, and she put a note in the margin of my paper about it too.