Day 22

Had my dad sit in on a session with my therapist two days ago.  It didn't go like I thought it would, which isn't to say it went badly.  One of the highlights: "Sam, you can beat an orange to a pulp, but you can't turn it into an apple" (on the subject of my sexuality).  Also, I decided to hold off on taking classes this semester.

Parents found out my license was suspended.  Keys taken away yesterday.

Made friends with a girl at my dad's church who was impressed I knew of Hole.  I shared with her the gospel of Neutral Milk Hotel.

Visited the Bodies Exhibit with Nava - real, dead bodies, preserved somehow with science.  I'd have written about the experience, but I'm still pretty conflicted on how I feel about it.

Went to the first day of MAGIC today, a huge biannual show with lots of pretty fashion and pretty people.  Committed to attending tomorrow, too.  I am superfluous, an afterthought.  I stand meekly to the side and sometimes in the aisle as business cards are exchanged and order forms filled out.

Too busy to think much of anything.