time management

They put me in home economics in the eighth grade because I'm a fag. I was in aerospace as my elective originally which often consisted of making and flying paper airplanes. The class was too large so four kids had to be moved to home economics. It was supposed to be a random draw of names by the teacher but I think he lied to get the fag out of his class. I was too distracting when I flew my paper airplanes. My right leg always kicked up when I threw my plane into the wind. So, two fat girls, the nerd, and me left the paper airplanes behind and started doing needlepoint, measuring flour, and talking about acne. Obviously, it was a much more useful class than aerospace. Crafting sounds good right now since I'm celibate for at least the next sixteen hours. I've been meeting a lot of guys lately. On the street, online, and in cafes (in Rockridge!). I wouldn't say too many, but it does take up a lot of time. And yes, I too wish I had something other than sex to write about. Like something political, but I don't know anything about that stuff. I've also been buying a lot of books which I'll probably never read, and checking out even more from the library which I'll definitely never read. What to do with all this time. Trying to figure that out takes up most of the day. At the library, a boy of about thirteen watches gay porn on one of the computers in the children's section. I'm pushing my black cart stacked with books and I freeze when I see the computer screen with one ass being pounded by one big cock. No faces, just ass and cock, pounding. I don't linger because the children's librarian is right there. I wonder if she's seeing this? Suddenly I love the world.