My URL: btwartskid93

I was born in the year ‘93 and I attended an arts magnet high school called Booker T. Washington High School For The Performing and Visual Arts.  Thus btwartskid93

My favorite teacher was in high school: Ms. Nedra P. James.  She is one of the most magnificent people I have ever known and unlike any other teacher, gave real advice despite what was proper of a teacher.  I’m not saying she ever advised me of something she shouldn’t have, but I could actually talk to her about real problems, because she didn’t just give me some teacher, fluff, g-rated, bullshit advice.  She was my favorite because I could talk to her.  

That’s tricky.  Obviously, I don’t want friends with benefits because it makes me feel shitty about myself.  But a relationship might not be good either because sometimes it’s just friends with benefits called something else.  What I want is to be with someone who can care, and work as hard as I do.  

Well, I’m in college right now.  I go to this lil’ community college in Fort Worth.  I have absolutely no clue where I want to go as far as university though, or if I will even go to a university.  Who knows

I love live theatre

I love going swing dancing

I love hanging out with my friends.

Anything with my friends is pretty much good.  

I barely tell anyone how I really feel or what’s really on my mind.  For the most part, I can completely hide what I’m really feeling when I need to.  Sometimes people see through it and I’d rather make up some bullshit than tell them what’s really on my mind.  It’s so melodramatic (and if I felt like explaining you would know it’s not) but there’s hardly anyone that I trust, and can let my guard down around.  

No, they were all assholes and bullied me.  Blunt, but true.  I did not have a real friend until I went to high school and was in an environment with open-minded people.  

I was at work one day, and my favorite coworker and I were working the front.  Well it was kinda slow and no one was in the FOH, so I started running choreography for the show I was in.  This guy came in when I had my back turned and just watched, then laughed when I realized he was there.  

Something that really makes me smile is the fact that Afton came drove all the to my house at 1:45 am last night because I was having a bad night.  That is one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me and it makes me so happy.  

The other day when I was working at my other job, my family was all hanging out.  And apparently they all went around saying what they’d rather do than have to share a bed with me were we to go on a vacation or visit family etc.  While I do hate sharing a bed, it really sickens me that my family did that.  I feel like I’m frequently the butt of my families jokes.  Also, apparently it’s okay for people of my family to act a certain way, but very wrong of me to do.  I dunno.  There are certain double standards that go on in my household and it just bothers me.