Hi, I'm Ace

6-I'm In Hell

Wow, long time no see, I suppose. I have an excuse, I swear; I'm in literal hell on Earth at the moment.

Why I'm in fucking hell:

1-It's almost the end of the school year. I know what you're thinking: "But Ty, school is ending! Isn't it great?" Okay, the fact that school is ending is absolutely amazing. I'm sick of sweating and/or freezing my ass off in the classrooms, dumb teachers who seem to think we're kindergartners, and gym. Gym is the worst. Thing. Ever. Mainly because I'm forced to go into a changing room, feeling extremely dysphoric. Even more dysphoria comes when the age old question "boys on the left, girls on the right" statement pops out of a teacher's mouth. What's worse is that this statement isn't reserved for the gym; oh no, teachers use this phrase on a weekly basis. 

And, of course, who could forget about finals. Finals, aka the one thing that reminds you that even though there's two weeks of school left, we still do work. Nights of cramming and crying and spouting out facts at random are my favorite nights! I don't know how to do my taxes, but at least I know about the Marbury v Madison trial!

2-Binding in the summer. Okay, so I guess the secret's out: I'm biologically a girl. Which kind of sucks, just because I've got two lumps sitting on my chest that are a huge pain to me. They're not even large, only a B cup, but to me they look like double D's. Also, it's not really "binding" per se, more like Ty Wears a Ridiculously Tight Sports Bra While Trying Not To Improperly Bind. I mean, I'm not even out to my family, so how the hell am I supposed to ask for a binder? I just use my old sports bras from middle school. Of course, I take it off as soon as I'm at home, because I don't want damaged ribs or anything. But wearing tight sports bras causes a lot of sweat. A LOT. And, quite frankly, it's almost impossible to stay focused on your exams when you've got sweat dripping down your torso.

3-Reed invited me to come over. Holy fucking shit. All of a sudden, I got a random snapchat from her. I added her a while back, on a whim, when she posted it on her Instagram (which I may or may not have post notifications on for...). I was a bit hesitant, because I'd only admired her from a distance and never actually had a real conversation with her. 

Anyway.

She sent a long-ass text that said "hey ur super duper cool so you wanna come over sometime? idk this is really weird and its super out of the blue but does friday work for you? you can even sleep over if you want. ps i have a pool so you should probably bring your swimsuit if you can come. pps you should bring your lists i wanna read them !!!!" Along with this message was her address.

After freaking out for approximately two minutes, I yelled down to my mom that I got asked to sleep over at my friend's house. She was thrilled I was being social to anyone besides the one friend I have that she knows, so she said yes.

The only small problem to this is the fact that we're going to be swimming. Believe me, I love swimming as much as the next person. What I don't love is having to wear a bikini. I can't wear my bra under a swimsuit, so I have to wear a suit with added padding. Which just draws MORE attention to my boobs.

Ah, great.

Hey, who knows? Maybe Reed's suit will have the same type of padding? 

Jesus Christ, Ty, you're so fucking weird.

oh wow wow look at me an UPDATE !!!!! okay but i wont be updating a lot because i have a shit ton of summer work i have to do and im supa dupa stressed 

peace out my dudes

~tato