The most brutal of all parties! With the most brutal music! And the most BRUTAL....
"Hello! Welcome to Overworld!"
Red-headed drag queen? FUCK YES! Honestly, it was the best way to start the night. I got the lowdown form Mr... um, Miss.... Um... Alexi, and was sent upstairs.
"Now remember, try not to die. If you are bitten you will most likely become a zombie."
... No fucking way :D
And who was I first to meet? None other than Rita, Jen, and Bagel Boy Ian. And who else was that? Was it the beautiful blond Rex I hear about form Rita every single day? Yes, yes it was. First, he is about 5' 7" (170 cm for normal people), and does indeed have beautiful AND long straight blond hair. He is skinny as hell, and has a face that just screams evil... Yet hot.
But I even met some good old friends who I missed so very much but hadn't realized. First, Ian, the ex boyfriend who is completely not awkward to talk to now. Next, I saw my old friend Louise, the first and only lesbian I ever met. Poor her and another friend Jasmina broke up. They were so cute together! Next (and this I was probably most happy to see) was my close friend Shaira.
"Christian!" She was sitting on a table scattered with paint and makeup.
"Oh. My. God! Shaira!"
I ran up to her and gave her a nice long hug. Oh, *wipes tear* I don't like to get all emotional... *sniff* Okay I'm fine. We talked for a straight minute pretty much saying the exact same thing. "Oh my gosh I missed you so much. It's been forever. I love you SOOOO much!"
Me and Shaira go back to 7th grade. And we practically were inseparable friends by 8th. It was actually through her that I met Rita. And it was just the saddest thing when we parted ways last summer to head to our new schools. But we seem to both be doing just great. She even has a boyfriend now, too. (But wait, I thought she was Rita's husband?... Inside joke everyone.)
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I knew right away she did but I had that little bit of doubt in me as well. "I'm Kelsi."
I smiled. "Christian."
"Oh... My god. Christian?!" She gave me a tight squeeze. "I missed you so much!"
Me and Kelsi go back even farther than me and Shaira. We've been friends since before third grade. And we've been ever so close until she moved to a different school. We hadn't seen each other since January.
"Holy shit you've changed so much!" She said to me.
"I know, I'm sexy as shit now!" I joked back.
"You are!" Hey now. No hetero ;)
"You've changed a whole lot, too!" I said before we hugged again.
The role playing at this party was top-notch. There was:
Alexi the Red Headed Drag Queen: Basically the title says it all.
Top Hat: A real stickler for order and rules. Not everyone's favorite but he really adds to the theme.
Elf: Not really an elf at all. he just reminded me of one. He's a total badass with a mohawk and camouflage and green cargo combat clothing.
Dr. Samuel: An old friend of mine. He was just born to act. He's awfully nerdy but it's a very positive thing about him, it gives him the sort of ability to be such a convincing character. He led the zombie hunt and took hunters down a hall to save a maiden at the end while shooting the head off mindless badass freaks.
Wait a sec... did you say... ZOMBIE hunt?
"Make me a zombie," I said clearly to Dr. Sam.
"You want to be a zombie? Come with me."
I was given a shirt and sent to Shaira for a makeover. She does a fanTASTIC job with a paintbrush. My flesh looked rotting and infected (and cute). I was told to put makeup on my other eye to make it more noticeable, so I took a brush and made the effect of tears of blood... and very messy too ;)
"Hhaatrch!" *limp limp limp* "Sreeeeeaaaaah!" *click click* "Rah!" *falls*
Basically how it all went down. After a while though I got creative and hid in a recycling bin. During our waiting time before the next group of humans came in, we were making all sorts of weird animal sounds. So when it was my turn:
"Squeak squeak." *shot* "Gaaah!!"
A barrage of bullets came my way. But I was a smart thinker. I rammed into the bin several times before it finally tipped over.
"Gah! Dammit!" I yelled as I hit the ground. I crawled out and around the bin and ran down the hall, avoiding few bullets. When I was safe, ex boyfriend Ian and I teamed up and we attacked the hunting group, killing them all.
The game kept progressing with each team to the point where it was an all out war leading onto the dance floor. After the game got out of control, it was announced we would be having a game of capture the flag for the revolution. I, because of my Anarchy gloves, had no choice but to join my fellow "terrorists".
And if we won, we were promised an every day life ruled by a red-headed drag queen.
"And if that's not a reason to fight I don't know what is!" Alexi yelled.
The big bad government won in the end but it was incredible fun. But that wasn't the end of the night... We were all dancing and having fun when all of a sudden, Top Hat lunged a sword at our Red Headed Drag Queen Alexi.
"I challenge you to a duel!" Top Hat proclaimed as he pointed his sword at Alexi. Everyone knew what was about to go down. A total badass sword fight between two very interesting characters. Oh yeah... here it comes....
"Whaaaaaaaa!"
Guess not. *facepalm* Alexi ran around in circles away from Top Hat as he chased her with his prop sword. It was kind of a downer since I really wanted to watch this, but it was so funny it was just as good. Finally Top Hat caught Alexi and struck him/her. He then stood proudly over his fallen opponent and raised his sword in the air.
"I'm taking over this ship!" *cue awesome pirate victory music*
It was honestly the coolest party I had ever been to.
Live.
PS: Sorry this post was so late. I just finished it and I still have to write Saturdays post because it's very important. I just have to make it Blogger friendly.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Back Together?
It's raining outside... But if that's the case then why is the sun still blinding?
Jen had a secret she was keeping form me this morning. But she whispered it in Rita's ear, so I knew I was gonna hear it from her.
And guess who was right? Rita sat me down in homeroom and told me:
"Jen says Nick wants you back."
"After all that I said?"
"Yeah well, he said he still likes you and you were right that he should have more 'lust'."
Yeah. He wants me back even after that little argument. Of course I shouldn't take him back... But for some reason I'm still thinking about it. Because even though we don't work for each other at all, I somehow still feel something for him.
After all I for one believe in second chances. And he did say he would change; I pretty much told him everything about him that bothered me...
But I still don't feel enough of the way there to take him back yet. I mean he does lack in some positive qualities. For instance, breaking up through a text message, and hardly thinking about us as a couple more than just himself.
But I keep going back and forth on the positives and negatives! Grah!
I probably don't have more than the weekend to think about this now. But right now I have to head off to work and then get ready for the sweet sweet party. No time to think about Nick now. I'll make a post retelling tonight after work tomorrow afternoon.
Live.
Jen had a secret she was keeping form me this morning. But she whispered it in Rita's ear, so I knew I was gonna hear it from her.
And guess who was right? Rita sat me down in homeroom and told me:
"Jen says Nick wants you back."
"After all that I said?"
"Yeah well, he said he still likes you and you were right that he should have more 'lust'."
Yeah. He wants me back even after that little argument. Of course I shouldn't take him back... But for some reason I'm still thinking about it. Because even though we don't work for each other at all, I somehow still feel something for him.
After all I for one believe in second chances. And he did say he would change; I pretty much told him everything about him that bothered me...
But I still don't feel enough of the way there to take him back yet. I mean he does lack in some positive qualities. For instance, breaking up through a text message, and hardly thinking about us as a couple more than just himself.
But I keep going back and forth on the positives and negatives! Grah!
I probably don't have more than the weekend to think about this now. But right now I have to head off to work and then get ready for the sweet sweet party. No time to think about Nick now. I'll make a post retelling tonight after work tomorrow afternoon.
Live.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I'm Single Again and Never Happier
Yeah... That's basically all there is to it. Why am I happy about the breakup? Because there were just so many things that I just didn't like about him. The only thing he still had was cute looks and a swishy attitude. Funny thing is he broke up with me over a text message. But I wasn't gonna be serious about it. Here:
Yeah. But you know I can't be happier now that he's gone. I know I never got to kiss him or anything but hey at least I can do whatever I want now. I can sit with my usual table at lunch, I can dance at parties, I can look at and flirt with other boys who will actually flirt back, and I don't have anyone I feel as if I have to please.
Only downer is now I'm not going to that hangout on Saturday since the only reason I was gonna go was for Nick. But at least there's still the Zombie/Steampunk Rave-stravaganza tomorrow which I am certainly looking more forward to.
Just to let you know, Nick is so bitter now while I keep laughing at the top of the world. I never told any of you this since I didn't want to be advised to dump him but I had a huge amount of reasons to kick him to the curb. But I didn't because it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand him. But I'm glad he's out of my life now. The shackles are gone, and I can finally get back to my lovely life the way it used to be.
And tomorrow I finally get to meet Rex, the friend of Rita who I hear about practically every day from her! Along with just about every other person who I need to from her.
Yay! Live.
Yeah. But you know I can't be happier now that he's gone. I know I never got to kiss him or anything but hey at least I can do whatever I want now. I can sit with my usual table at lunch, I can dance at parties, I can look at and flirt with other boys who will actually flirt back, and I don't have anyone I feel as if I have to please.
Only downer is now I'm not going to that hangout on Saturday since the only reason I was gonna go was for Nick. But at least there's still the Zombie/Steampunk Rave-stravaganza tomorrow which I am certainly looking more forward to.
Just to let you know, Nick is so bitter now while I keep laughing at the top of the world. I never told any of you this since I didn't want to be advised to dump him but I had a huge amount of reasons to kick him to the curb. But I didn't because it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand him. But I'm glad he's out of my life now. The shackles are gone, and I can finally get back to my lovely life the way it used to be.
And tomorrow I finally get to meet Rex, the friend of Rita who I hear about practically every day from her! Along with just about every other person who I need to from her.
Yay! Live.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Flamboyant? Well Fuck You!
Sorry for the no-go yesterday. I don't know what it was but I just couldn't feel up to writing one. But there is a little something that happened I probably should mention.
So I am definitely going to the party Rita had mentioned before. Apparently it's a pretty big get-together in which the guests are encouraged to dress up in Steampunk style, or as a zombie. Odd combination, but cool! It's like a "Fable" Party. I'm pushing Nick to go with me but he's not all that sure. So now I have to break out the puppy dog eyes until he says yes ^_^
And Nick said there's going to be another Halloween hangout on Saturday. Of course I tesed and told him, "Gee I dunno, I'm not sure." So now I'm gonna let him think he has to go to the Steampunk party if I'm gonna go with him to the party on Saturday. Of course I'd still go on Saturday if he didn't come on Friday anyway but he doesn't know that yet. ;)
I need a haircut. It's growing out too long now and it's starting to flip out to the sides at my shoulders. And without my hat it's way too round and it sort of voids the endless minutes of straightening I do...
Something's up with the teachers all of a sudden. There's subs every other class all of a sudden. For the past few days the Chemistry, History, and Study classes of mine have had subs. And I have to talk to my History teacher about making up some work. Now I'll have no time! Grrr. Oh well, at least it won't be my fault if they never show up by the end of the term.
Damn! I left my sharpie pen at home! And I need it to satisfy my sudden obsession with zombies! Yeah... I've been drawing a lot in my art notebook lately. It's a shame I'll have to tear some pages out since it needs to be graded for some actual schoolwork I did in it (only 3 out of the 30+ things I drew in it were school related.)
"Christian!" Amy said when I got home from school. "Mum needs to talk to you."
Note: If it's anything else besides "Mum wants you", it's probably a bad thing.
"I've been hearing a lot of reports of you acting flamboyant around school."
Now of course I was outraged since as I'm sure I've said many times before, I am nowhere NEAR flamboyant in any way...
"What?"
"With your little boyfriend!" Well at least you're finally comfortable enough to call him my boyfriend... "And I've been hearing it from those two!" She pointed towards Kav and Amy who could probably hear but were in other rooms. "And they don't even share the same lunch with you!"
"Well, that's total bullshit!" I shouted back.
"And I've been getting things from your aunt Kat, that you've been swearing too much on your Facebook, which that's gotta stop. And I'm getting messages form your little cousin Chris asking if you're a homosexual. You really want him going to his mother, and then have her talk to your father and opening up that can of worms?" You've said this all before...
"Well--"
"You better fix this."
I stormed out of the room. It's obvious my words wouldn't change anything. I am in NO WAY flamboyant. But I guess a hug here and there with Nick is just too much for some people to handle, huh? And even if I was a bit swishy, why would it matter? Is it embarrassing? It's only as embarrassing as you make it, mom.
And I've had enough bitching from her about what I do an fucking Facebook! If she doesn't like what I put on there then fine. I removed and blocked every family member of mine who could read my Facebook. The only person I kept was Abby since she's like a best friend to me rather than just a sister. (By the way Abby Happy Birthday again!)
So no more dealing with the folks anymore.
I had to go to the doctor to get my hearing checked. Yeah, it's pretty bad. I listen to my Walkman with the volume on max and people think I'm crazy. Not to mention I have to say "What?" to every other person who tells me something.
And who would've guessed that I got the worst possible outcome? Apparently I probably have nerve damage. The actual hearing test said I was perfect but the device the doctor used couldn't sense nerve damage. So I'm heading up to the hospital in a month or so to get an official test.
Well, me and the family are off to celebrate Abby's birthday. See ya!
Live.
So I am definitely going to the party Rita had mentioned before. Apparently it's a pretty big get-together in which the guests are encouraged to dress up in Steampunk style, or as a zombie. Odd combination, but cool! It's like a "Fable" Party. I'm pushing Nick to go with me but he's not all that sure. So now I have to break out the puppy dog eyes until he says yes ^_^
And Nick said there's going to be another Halloween hangout on Saturday. Of course I tesed and told him, "Gee I dunno, I'm not sure." So now I'm gonna let him think he has to go to the Steampunk party if I'm gonna go with him to the party on Saturday. Of course I'd still go on Saturday if he didn't come on Friday anyway but he doesn't know that yet. ;)
I need a haircut. It's growing out too long now and it's starting to flip out to the sides at my shoulders. And without my hat it's way too round and it sort of voids the endless minutes of straightening I do...
Something's up with the teachers all of a sudden. There's subs every other class all of a sudden. For the past few days the Chemistry, History, and Study classes of mine have had subs. And I have to talk to my History teacher about making up some work. Now I'll have no time! Grrr. Oh well, at least it won't be my fault if they never show up by the end of the term.
Damn! I left my sharpie pen at home! And I need it to satisfy my sudden obsession with zombies! Yeah... I've been drawing a lot in my art notebook lately. It's a shame I'll have to tear some pages out since it needs to be graded for some actual schoolwork I did in it (only 3 out of the 30+ things I drew in it were school related.)
"Christian!" Amy said when I got home from school. "Mum needs to talk to you."
Note: If it's anything else besides "Mum wants you", it's probably a bad thing.
"I've been hearing a lot of reports of you acting flamboyant around school."
Now of course I was outraged since as I'm sure I've said many times before, I am nowhere NEAR flamboyant in any way...
"What?"
"With your little boyfriend!" Well at least you're finally comfortable enough to call him my boyfriend... "And I've been hearing it from those two!" She pointed towards Kav and Amy who could probably hear but were in other rooms. "And they don't even share the same lunch with you!"
"Well, that's total bullshit!" I shouted back.
"And I've been getting things from your aunt Kat, that you've been swearing too much on your Facebook, which that's gotta stop. And I'm getting messages form your little cousin Chris asking if you're a homosexual. You really want him going to his mother, and then have her talk to your father and opening up that can of worms?" You've said this all before...
"Well--"
"You better fix this."
I stormed out of the room. It's obvious my words wouldn't change anything. I am in NO WAY flamboyant. But I guess a hug here and there with Nick is just too much for some people to handle, huh? And even if I was a bit swishy, why would it matter? Is it embarrassing? It's only as embarrassing as you make it, mom.
And I've had enough bitching from her about what I do an fucking Facebook! If she doesn't like what I put on there then fine. I removed and blocked every family member of mine who could read my Facebook. The only person I kept was Abby since she's like a best friend to me rather than just a sister. (By the way Abby Happy Birthday again!)
So no more dealing with the folks anymore.
I had to go to the doctor to get my hearing checked. Yeah, it's pretty bad. I listen to my Walkman with the volume on max and people think I'm crazy. Not to mention I have to say "What?" to every other person who tells me something.
And who would've guessed that I got the worst possible outcome? Apparently I probably have nerve damage. The actual hearing test said I was perfect but the device the doctor used couldn't sense nerve damage. So I'm heading up to the hospital in a month or so to get an official test.
Well, me and the family are off to celebrate Abby's birthday. See ya!
Live.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
They Just Don't Know it's Not a Choice
My clock reads 12:30 AM... I took a nap around 8 PM last night and apparently that turned into a 5 hour deep sleep. I would've just stayed in bed but besides the burning sensation in my stomach, I forgot to shower. But everyone's asleep so I'm gonna wait until 3 AM to do it.... MWUHAHAHAH! >:D
Nick's hugs just mean that much more to me after homecoming last Friday. I never want to let go anymore. But then again it's not the most comfortable thing to do in front of people anyway.
Did I mention I'm sick? Yeah, I'm STILL sick. But I refuse to stay home form school since I always miss something important, schoolwork is too hard to make up at this school, and I'd miss Nick way too much. Then again what's the point of going if you're gonna spend the whole day asleep?
I spent most of Algebra with my head in my arms, then was practically curled up in a ball during Gym. The teacher came up to me and asked if I was alright. I told her about my cold and she told me to go to the nurse. But I honestly didn't feel like going since I'd probably just end up getting a pack of crackers and a cough drop. So I just put on my headphones until I felt a lot of thumping around me signaling for the end of class.
I was more awake in History today. Only thing was there was a sub and my energy went into chatting with Rita and Joaquin. I was constantly turned around by the sub and told to do my work but I didn't even have a clue what to do so I just waited until he was gone. Didn't get anything done, but on the bright side I might be able to go to a party after work on Friday ^_^
At lunch I decided to play cute with Nick and tickle his thigh from under the table. He kept slapping me away, egging on that whole "not yet" scene he does which I can tell is total bullshit. He wants it badly but is too scared to "go too fast". Well to me he's going a bit slow... Sorry I'm just still trying to get that kiss.
Which even Jen agrees he should do by now, and she was the one who told him not to rush things. She said that she was gonna tell him to just do it but I told her it would kind of ruin any romance in it.
And fuck me sideways with a screwdriver! Apparently Amy isn't driving me and Kav home from school until tomorrow. So I missed the bus. I called mum but she said she was coming up to the high school to watch Amy's soccer game. When she said that I just took my phone and chucked it across the parking lot... Probably should have hung up first.
After scouring through grass looking for the pieces of my phone, which luckily could be put back together, I headed inside the building to use the computers. Suddenly I was stopped by this tall, built kid with bleached hair who was reading a magazine in the corner of the library.
"Hey, kid," he said. I immediately recognized his face from homecoming. I remembered his look of surprise when he saw me and Nick hanging on to each other and laughed on the inside.
"Hey... Are you gay?" Just gonna jump right into it, huh? Alright, let's go.
I made a little gesture that told him that I knew that he already knew the answer. "Yeah."
"And so is that other kid, uh... Your boyfriend, um what's his name?"
"Errr, not sure if I should tell you."
He waved me closer to him. "Sit down, talk to me."
Now, I normally love to hear what straight people have to say on the subject of gays and lesbians, but this kid had that obvious douchebag essence to him so I didn't really feel on-easy about him.
"It's Nick, right?"
Oh well, you already got it. "Yeah."
"So... I just don't get it? You mean you don't like girls at all?"
"Nope?"
"You don't like their asses?" Oh, real nice there, buddy...
"Nope."
"But you like guys' asses, right?"
"Well, depends on the ass."
"Well, hey, if you like taking dick up the butt that's your thing."
"And if you like sticking your in that gross, disgusting flap between a woman's legs that's your bit."
I glared at him and he just sat there looking at me like I just killed someone. After letting it sink in I got up and left for somewhere. I walked in circles for a while before I sat myself in the main hallway and started typing away on my phone. After about ten minutes or so blondie somehow appeared beside me.
"You know I could change you, and your boyfriend."
"No you can't."
"I could hook you up with a really hot girl."
"You don't get it, do you? I was born this way and it's not something you can change."
"It's not?" Seriously, is every straight guy like this?
"No. I was born liking guys that same way you were born liking girls."
"Oh... You don't say much. Is it because I'm not gay?"
"No it's because you're a dick."
"I'm a dick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm not gay or nothing so..."
At this point I just sort of drowned him out since he was talking out his ass. But honestly, how come every straight guy who thinks gay people are some sort of freaks just really doesn't know that they can't change even if they wanted to? I need to remember that...
Well I have to get back to sleep now.
Live.
Nick's hugs just mean that much more to me after homecoming last Friday. I never want to let go anymore. But then again it's not the most comfortable thing to do in front of people anyway.
Did I mention I'm sick? Yeah, I'm STILL sick. But I refuse to stay home form school since I always miss something important, schoolwork is too hard to make up at this school, and I'd miss Nick way too much. Then again what's the point of going if you're gonna spend the whole day asleep?
I spent most of Algebra with my head in my arms, then was practically curled up in a ball during Gym. The teacher came up to me and asked if I was alright. I told her about my cold and she told me to go to the nurse. But I honestly didn't feel like going since I'd probably just end up getting a pack of crackers and a cough drop. So I just put on my headphones until I felt a lot of thumping around me signaling for the end of class.
I was more awake in History today. Only thing was there was a sub and my energy went into chatting with Rita and Joaquin. I was constantly turned around by the sub and told to do my work but I didn't even have a clue what to do so I just waited until he was gone. Didn't get anything done, but on the bright side I might be able to go to a party after work on Friday ^_^
At lunch I decided to play cute with Nick and tickle his thigh from under the table. He kept slapping me away, egging on that whole "not yet" scene he does which I can tell is total bullshit. He wants it badly but is too scared to "go too fast". Well to me he's going a bit slow... Sorry I'm just still trying to get that kiss.
Which even Jen agrees he should do by now, and she was the one who told him not to rush things. She said that she was gonna tell him to just do it but I told her it would kind of ruin any romance in it.
And fuck me sideways with a screwdriver! Apparently Amy isn't driving me and Kav home from school until tomorrow. So I missed the bus. I called mum but she said she was coming up to the high school to watch Amy's soccer game. When she said that I just took my phone and chucked it across the parking lot... Probably should have hung up first.
After scouring through grass looking for the pieces of my phone, which luckily could be put back together, I headed inside the building to use the computers. Suddenly I was stopped by this tall, built kid with bleached hair who was reading a magazine in the corner of the library.
"Hey, kid," he said. I immediately recognized his face from homecoming. I remembered his look of surprise when he saw me and Nick hanging on to each other and laughed on the inside.
"Hey... Are you gay?" Just gonna jump right into it, huh? Alright, let's go.
I made a little gesture that told him that I knew that he already knew the answer. "Yeah."
"And so is that other kid, uh... Your boyfriend, um what's his name?"
"Errr, not sure if I should tell you."
He waved me closer to him. "Sit down, talk to me."
Now, I normally love to hear what straight people have to say on the subject of gays and lesbians, but this kid had that obvious douchebag essence to him so I didn't really feel on-easy about him.
"It's Nick, right?"
Oh well, you already got it. "Yeah."
"So... I just don't get it? You mean you don't like girls at all?"
"Nope?"
"You don't like their asses?" Oh, real nice there, buddy...
"Nope."
"But you like guys' asses, right?"
"Well, depends on the ass."
"Well, hey, if you like taking dick up the butt that's your thing."
"And if you like sticking your in that gross, disgusting flap between a woman's legs that's your bit."
I glared at him and he just sat there looking at me like I just killed someone. After letting it sink in I got up and left for somewhere. I walked in circles for a while before I sat myself in the main hallway and started typing away on my phone. After about ten minutes or so blondie somehow appeared beside me.
"You know I could change you, and your boyfriend."
"No you can't."
"I could hook you up with a really hot girl."
"You don't get it, do you? I was born this way and it's not something you can change."
"It's not?" Seriously, is every straight guy like this?
"No. I was born liking guys that same way you were born liking girls."
"Oh... You don't say much. Is it because I'm not gay?"
"No it's because you're a dick."
"I'm a dick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm not gay or nothing so..."
At this point I just sort of drowned him out since he was talking out his ass. But honestly, how come every straight guy who thinks gay people are some sort of freaks just really doesn't know that they can't change even if they wanted to? I need to remember that...
Well I have to get back to sleep now.
Live.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
By Nick's Side the Whole Night
16 year old boy was browsing Netflix with his dad, trying to find a film for movie night. When he logged onto Netflix, though, there was a pop-up asking him to rate the highly vulgar porn movie from the night before. He just sits there, waiting for his dad to explode on him for watching the adult flick. But after a while, all the father does is say:
"Well? Are you gonna rate it?"
Friday morning, and I'm greeted by a metal rose and a flawless heard carved from wood. Nick made these for me while in the trades hall during Carpentry and Welding. I flipped over the heart where our names were written together. That earned him a big hug from me.
Here's the thing about me and my emotions. When someone makes me feel incredibly special, I bite my lower lip. It rarely ever happens, yet Nick is able to do it constantly.
After school, Nick met me coming out of automotive and I walked with him to his bus. Honestly, I have a new appreciation for my bus. Apparently Nick's bus has hardly any people on it, yet he has to ride for an hour before he gets home, and has to walk a pretty long way up and downhill to reach his house. But hey, Jen and Lindsay ride the same bus so I was greeted with hugs when I got on.
Suddenly, when I got off the bus with Nick, I felt a new appreciation for the world. I must have looked like an idiot to Nick, but to see that many trees at a time was amazing to me. Maybe it was just because it was Autumn and the leaves were changing but it was the most beautiful neighborhood I had ever seen. Wide, clean streets; perfectly paved, uncracked sidewalks; small, cozy houses; and a cool wind all around us. I decided right then and there that this was the kind of place I would want to spend my life.
"This place must be great on Halloween," I told Nick.
"Oh you wouldn't believe it," he said back.
And out of all the tiny, poor houses that sat in that small forest of a neighborhood, Nick's house was a fine, tall, perfectly neat house with a large, open lawn and a built-in garage.
"This one's yours?" I asked in amazement.
"My dad's a carpenter," he said.
I never really thought about those kind of benefits when it came to being a carpenter. When we walked into the house we were first greeted by a tall, black dog who instantly caught sight of the stranger entering her home...
Oh shit... I'm terrified of dogs. I never even thought that he might have a pet. He never mentioned it either. I didn't want to freak out in front of Nick or leave a bad impression on his family who was in the next room. So I played it cool. She approached me and began sniffing my crotch. I tried not to look down but couldn't help but glance a couple times. I wanted to seem like I wasn't even acknowledging its existence.
"She won't bother you," Nick's mother said as she walked into the kitchen and looked at me. "Though if you pat her head she won't leave you alone." Note to self: don't touch it.
"Mom, this is Christian," Nick said. His mom held out her hand.
"Hello, Christian." I reached out and shook her hand firmly.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. ****." (Last name is censored of course.)
Nick told me a bit about his mom on the ride to his place. She is one of those incredibly strict, stick-up-the-ass, devout catholic ladies. I guess I did get the essence of bitter from her. But I tried to be as polite as I could to be at good terms. Nick warned me not to say anything about us being together and all, and that we were just friends. Kind of like my mom before she found out.
We talked a bit while Nick made a cup of hot chocolate in a fancy looking Kureg coffee maker. He asked me if I wanted any but I declined, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. I stopped at the large view from the kitchen window.
"You have a lake," I said.
"Well, technically it isn't our lake."
"Then make it yours," I joked. We both chuckled.
The view was absolutely perfect. There were a couple trees just there enough to be present and noted in your view, but not enough to overpower the sight of the large lake with a small island with a fallen tree in the center-left of it. I would have stayed for hours but we were going to meet the family.
We walked into the living room where we saw Nick's dad and older brother. Nick's dad is one of those totally laid back kind of guys. That thought was immediately confirmed by his lazy casual outfit and the fact that he greeted me with a "What's up?" rather than a hello.
Nick's brother is, from what I was told, a complete douche. The kind of kid who will try and find something to annoy you, and continuously use it until he gets bored. When I got a good look at him he was tall, had curly blondish-brown hair, and was dressed in a Red Sox jogging suit and baseball cap. He didn't even say one word to me. I guess my look was more intimidating than his; my usual all dark outfit and long straightened hair held back by my onyx black snow hat.
We made our way upstairs and made a left into the den. in the corner was a 44 inch widescreen television. Across from it was a right-angle sofa with a chaise at one end. We sat down and Nick flicked on his Xbox 360. We were going to play but his system seemed to be utter shit and wouldn't read the disc. So we spent a half hour trying to make it work. At one point I blew into the disc tray like an old Super Nintendo.
"You have fun blowing your video game," Nick said to me.
I stopped and looked up at him immediately. "Never mind."
We gave up and headed into his room. I looked around and the first thing I noticed was a gigantic PFLAG with the word "peace" hanging over his bed.
"Oh my," I said with a smile.
"Yep," Nick said proudly.
I felt like we were in some sort of sitcom where I was the boyfriend who casually sat on the bed while Nick was my lively, high-maintenance girlfriend who couldn't decide what to wear tonight. He dug through his dresser, asking me which shirt I thought would look better on him, to which I redundantly said "You look fine in anything." The thing was, all his jeans were the exact same thing, and he expected me to notice the difference.
Nick lifted his shirt to put on deodorant and didn't mind me admiring his cute, fragile body. I noticed he crossed his chest and abdomen with the stick and I questioned him.
"It's so when someone leans up against me I smell nice to them," he responded.
"Hm, interesting." I walked over to him and leaned up against him. I agreed that he did smell quite nice, but didn't back away for a few more seconds to let him know I didn't just get close to him to smell.
We were able to get a little while of game time before it was time to drive to the homecoming dance.
When we got there we were greeted by Anarchy Ian and his girlfriend Amber. We had small conversations which I won't go into detail of because they're kind of foggy and awfully inappropriate, too. but when was I afraid to be inappropriate?
When we entered the gym, Nick was looking around for some people who said they wanted to meet up with him while he was here. Most importantly, his friend Mina. Small world, the same Mina who got Misha all paranoid about Griffin's little thirty-something girlfriends.
The first person who greeted us, however, was Jen. "Hello dears!" She shouted in her odd, high class sort of tone even though she was far from high class. But I love the way she talks. I joked about her heeled boots and said:
"My my, you've grown about... *look down* 3 inches!" She laughed and went off to say her hellos to her other friends. There was an occasional burst of balloons in the room since some assholes can't resist annoying those with friends.
Nick doesn't like dancing. He didn't feel comfortable being in the middle of the crowd with a bunch of other people around him and bumping into him. I could really blame him. It looked like a gauntlet to be honest.
About halfway through the dance, me and Nick just went everywhere with each other, and didn't even let go. He wrapped both his arms around my shoulders and I held my right arm around his waist. He often rested his head on my shoulder and I leaned my head on his.
We were constantly told that we were "so adorable together!", and "so sweet with each other!". Couldn't blame them ^_^. Again, things like that made me bite my lower lip. Nick decided to call me his 'muffin'. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but agree on the little name. I ought to make on for him.
Then there was the last song of the dance. It was the only slow song of the night. I groaned that it was Don't Stop Believin' by Journey but Nick made it worthwhile. We held each other in a close hug and slowly stepped back and forth. It was hands-down the best part of the night, over all the hilarious, fun, and cute moments of the night.
Suddenly the light flashed on, followed by an irritated commotion from the crowd. I looked at my phone and there was a message from mum that she was waiting for me in the parking lot. Nick walked out with me the same way as described before. We passed Frankie on our way out.
"Aww, that's cute," he mocked. We both responded with "polite" hand gestures.
When we were parting ways outside, I decided to go for it. I leaned in close for a kiss but he stopped me right as I was about to get him. "Nice try," he said with a cute smile.
And so I went home confused, yet completely satisfied and incredibly happy for one of the best nights I ever had. Later while on the couch at home I picked up my phone and found one unread message:
I guess I could understand that. I just have to get him alone now ;)
...
"Well? Are you gonna rate it?"
Friday morning, and I'm greeted by a metal rose and a flawless heard carved from wood. Nick made these for me while in the trades hall during Carpentry and Welding. I flipped over the heart where our names were written together. That earned him a big hug from me.
Here's the thing about me and my emotions. When someone makes me feel incredibly special, I bite my lower lip. It rarely ever happens, yet Nick is able to do it constantly.
After school, Nick met me coming out of automotive and I walked with him to his bus. Honestly, I have a new appreciation for my bus. Apparently Nick's bus has hardly any people on it, yet he has to ride for an hour before he gets home, and has to walk a pretty long way up and downhill to reach his house. But hey, Jen and Lindsay ride the same bus so I was greeted with hugs when I got on.
Suddenly, when I got off the bus with Nick, I felt a new appreciation for the world. I must have looked like an idiot to Nick, but to see that many trees at a time was amazing to me. Maybe it was just because it was Autumn and the leaves were changing but it was the most beautiful neighborhood I had ever seen. Wide, clean streets; perfectly paved, uncracked sidewalks; small, cozy houses; and a cool wind all around us. I decided right then and there that this was the kind of place I would want to spend my life.
"This place must be great on Halloween," I told Nick.
"Oh you wouldn't believe it," he said back.
And out of all the tiny, poor houses that sat in that small forest of a neighborhood, Nick's house was a fine, tall, perfectly neat house with a large, open lawn and a built-in garage.
"This one's yours?" I asked in amazement.
"My dad's a carpenter," he said.
I never really thought about those kind of benefits when it came to being a carpenter. When we walked into the house we were first greeted by a tall, black dog who instantly caught sight of the stranger entering her home...
Oh shit... I'm terrified of dogs. I never even thought that he might have a pet. He never mentioned it either. I didn't want to freak out in front of Nick or leave a bad impression on his family who was in the next room. So I played it cool. She approached me and began sniffing my crotch. I tried not to look down but couldn't help but glance a couple times. I wanted to seem like I wasn't even acknowledging its existence.
"She won't bother you," Nick's mother said as she walked into the kitchen and looked at me. "Though if you pat her head she won't leave you alone." Note to self: don't touch it.
"Mom, this is Christian," Nick said. His mom held out her hand.
"Hello, Christian." I reached out and shook her hand firmly.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. ****." (Last name is censored of course.)
Nick told me a bit about his mom on the ride to his place. She is one of those incredibly strict, stick-up-the-ass, devout catholic ladies. I guess I did get the essence of bitter from her. But I tried to be as polite as I could to be at good terms. Nick warned me not to say anything about us being together and all, and that we were just friends. Kind of like my mom before she found out.
We talked a bit while Nick made a cup of hot chocolate in a fancy looking Kureg coffee maker. He asked me if I wanted any but I declined, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. I stopped at the large view from the kitchen window.
"You have a lake," I said.
"Well, technically it isn't our lake."
"Then make it yours," I joked. We both chuckled.
The view was absolutely perfect. There were a couple trees just there enough to be present and noted in your view, but not enough to overpower the sight of the large lake with a small island with a fallen tree in the center-left of it. I would have stayed for hours but we were going to meet the family.
We walked into the living room where we saw Nick's dad and older brother. Nick's dad is one of those totally laid back kind of guys. That thought was immediately confirmed by his lazy casual outfit and the fact that he greeted me with a "What's up?" rather than a hello.
Nick's brother is, from what I was told, a complete douche. The kind of kid who will try and find something to annoy you, and continuously use it until he gets bored. When I got a good look at him he was tall, had curly blondish-brown hair, and was dressed in a Red Sox jogging suit and baseball cap. He didn't even say one word to me. I guess my look was more intimidating than his; my usual all dark outfit and long straightened hair held back by my onyx black snow hat.
We made our way upstairs and made a left into the den. in the corner was a 44 inch widescreen television. Across from it was a right-angle sofa with a chaise at one end. We sat down and Nick flicked on his Xbox 360. We were going to play but his system seemed to be utter shit and wouldn't read the disc. So we spent a half hour trying to make it work. At one point I blew into the disc tray like an old Super Nintendo.
"You have fun blowing your video game," Nick said to me.
I stopped and looked up at him immediately. "Never mind."
We gave up and headed into his room. I looked around and the first thing I noticed was a gigantic PFLAG with the word "peace" hanging over his bed.
"Oh my," I said with a smile.
"Yep," Nick said proudly.
I felt like we were in some sort of sitcom where I was the boyfriend who casually sat on the bed while Nick was my lively, high-maintenance girlfriend who couldn't decide what to wear tonight. He dug through his dresser, asking me which shirt I thought would look better on him, to which I redundantly said "You look fine in anything." The thing was, all his jeans were the exact same thing, and he expected me to notice the difference.
Nick lifted his shirt to put on deodorant and didn't mind me admiring his cute, fragile body. I noticed he crossed his chest and abdomen with the stick and I questioned him.
"It's so when someone leans up against me I smell nice to them," he responded.
"Hm, interesting." I walked over to him and leaned up against him. I agreed that he did smell quite nice, but didn't back away for a few more seconds to let him know I didn't just get close to him to smell.
We were able to get a little while of game time before it was time to drive to the homecoming dance.
When we got there we were greeted by Anarchy Ian and his girlfriend Amber. We had small conversations which I won't go into detail of because they're kind of foggy and awfully inappropriate, too. but when was I afraid to be inappropriate?
When we entered the gym, Nick was looking around for some people who said they wanted to meet up with him while he was here. Most importantly, his friend Mina. Small world, the same Mina who got Misha all paranoid about Griffin's little thirty-something girlfriends.
The first person who greeted us, however, was Jen. "Hello dears!" She shouted in her odd, high class sort of tone even though she was far from high class. But I love the way she talks. I joked about her heeled boots and said:
"My my, you've grown about... *look down* 3 inches!" She laughed and went off to say her hellos to her other friends. There was an occasional burst of balloons in the room since some assholes can't resist annoying those with friends.
Nick doesn't like dancing. He didn't feel comfortable being in the middle of the crowd with a bunch of other people around him and bumping into him. I could really blame him. It looked like a gauntlet to be honest.
About halfway through the dance, me and Nick just went everywhere with each other, and didn't even let go. He wrapped both his arms around my shoulders and I held my right arm around his waist. He often rested his head on my shoulder and I leaned my head on his.
We were constantly told that we were "so adorable together!", and "so sweet with each other!". Couldn't blame them ^_^. Again, things like that made me bite my lower lip. Nick decided to call me his 'muffin'. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but agree on the little name. I ought to make on for him.
Then there was the last song of the dance. It was the only slow song of the night. I groaned that it was Don't Stop Believin' by Journey but Nick made it worthwhile. We held each other in a close hug and slowly stepped back and forth. It was hands-down the best part of the night, over all the hilarious, fun, and cute moments of the night.
Suddenly the light flashed on, followed by an irritated commotion from the crowd. I looked at my phone and there was a message from mum that she was waiting for me in the parking lot. Nick walked out with me the same way as described before. We passed Frankie on our way out.
"Aww, that's cute," he mocked. We both responded with "polite" hand gestures.
When we were parting ways outside, I decided to go for it. I leaned in close for a kiss but he stopped me right as I was about to get him. "Nice try," he said with a cute smile.
And so I went home confused, yet completely satisfied and incredibly happy for one of the best nights I ever had. Later while on the couch at home I picked up my phone and found one unread message:
From: Nick - 10/22/10 10:23 PM
I would of kissed you but I didn't want all the people looking at us
Me - 10/22/10 10:39 PM
Oh ^_^ okay <3
I guess I could understand that. I just have to get him alone now ;)
...
From: Nick - 10/22/10 10:41 PM
I love you sooo much
Me - 10/22/10 10:42 PM
I love you too <3
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Drowning in NyQuil
Dammit! I forgot to blacklist my younger cousin on Facebook when I changed my status. He sent me a message asking if I was really gay. Lucky for me he's gullible and I was able to lie and say it was just a joke. I worry I might have other family who I don't blacklist.
I'm getting sick. Yesterday I had a soar throat and now today it feels like a full-on cold. Cough, runs, the usual. What a perfect time with homecoming tomorrow.
But there's no way I'm missing it. Nick would be miserable to be there without me. Not to mention the great deal of other people who want me to be there.
So I have to cut this post short while I drown myself in NyQuil. It's late and I need sleep to be fine and awake for tomorrow. Trust me, it'll be worth more than two posts. Probably won't be able to write it until Saturday.
Live ;)
I'm getting sick. Yesterday I had a soar throat and now today it feels like a full-on cold. Cough, runs, the usual. What a perfect time with homecoming tomorrow.
But there's no way I'm missing it. Nick would be miserable to be there without me. Not to mention the great deal of other people who want me to be there.
So I have to cut this post short while I drown myself in NyQuil. It's late and I need sleep to be fine and awake for tomorrow. Trust me, it'll be worth more than two posts. Probably won't be able to write it until Saturday.
Live ;)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Why Am I Not Happy?
Happy purple day everyone! Even though it's not a celebration... But we can't mope about 9 poor teenage boys who tragically cut their lives short to escape their pain. It should be more of a motivation to protect those who need it, and to keep an eye and an ear out for those who might.
My scarf was deemed "fabulous" today, and I agree it was surely fabulous indeed ^_^
Nick didn't seem to have anything totally purple, so he tried his best by wearing a black tee and dark jeans which both had fun purple designs and words on them. Though he kept going by breaking out the purple Sharpie pen and coloring his shoes and writing things like "Gay People Rock!" and other pro-LGBT writings on people's arms.
Rita sported a pair of light purple jeans in showing her support, also getting drawn on by Nick.
Anita said that she had a lucky break last night. She was searching for something purple to wear but couldn't find anything. Then all of a sudden a large bag of hand-me-down clothes was sent to her house, which included a pair of purple pants, purple tee, and a small purple jacket, all of which she wore today.
Even Pedro showed his support. When looking at him from behind you could see a purple cloth, which he said was a shirt, hanging out of his back pocket.
And when I scanned the cafeteria in the morning, I noticed an increase in purple among various other students. It brought a smile to my face to know that there were other proud supporters who remembered.
Child care. Didn't seem so bad when I was heading to class. But when it was announced that we were going to read to a group of 3-5 year olds, I suddenly became nervous. I feared they might think I was a psychotic killer with my dark appearance and my hat which can be mistaken for a drug dealer's...
But as children, naive and open minded as they are, thought of me as just another older kid. Misha has a natural connection with children. She read with a cheery tone and a lot of emotion. I felt as if her voice made these children more optimistic and confident just by giving them the feeling that she cared about them, even if she had only seen them for 10 minutes.
I realized while I was reading that I can't force myself to act like Misha; so happy and nice. I tried to put as much emotion as I could into my words and I probably gave enough to keep the kids' attention, but I just wasn't able to fill these kids with the joy I wanted them to feel before they started to grow up some years from now. They were the nicest kids, respectful toward each other, not judgmental, totally carefree.
And one thing I noted made me think... While Chris was reading a story I noticed two boys chatting and giggling amongst each other. And then one of the boys leaned over and kissed the other boy on his head. Of course it wasn't anything personal, but that's just it. It's because these kids don't know the reasons why people kiss besides the fact that it's for people who care about each other. And I'm sure that when they do learn the difference between kissing boys and kissing girls, they won't be like they are now: natural.
It's because we raise kids to be like everyone else and fill their heads with nonsense about social rules and taboos and shit. If we just left kids alone, there would never be any arguments over what religion you are, or what your race is, or who you love. We'll just all be people. I'm sure that whatever God religious people worship would want us to just be humans. That's why kids make people happy. It's because they truly ARE happy, which I guess rubs off.
At the end of our story time the kids went around in a circle saying which book they liked best. Most of the kids loved Misha's story for obvious reasons, and a few liked Anita's story since it was a very silly book which had the kids giggling constantly. I guess I was fairly intimidating because when a boy said that he liked my story the best, he just pointed to me while hiding his face behind his friend next to him. That or the teachers were right when they said some of the kids might be shy. And there were a few other who picked mine as well so I guess I didn't do bad after all.
And for some reason I didn't want to leave those kids...
We spent the rest of the day playing some of the games the children did. We even went outside which is where I gained a bit of adrenaline. We played little modified versions of Octopus Tag. And Chris was constantly constantly CONSTANTLY singing Lady GaGa while we played. I kept telling him to turn it off but he kept on going. singing in his tone-deaf voice, having little spaz attacks on the ground supposedly called "dancing", and repeating lyrics and prancing around me and getting in my face. I tried putting him in his place but that only provoked him to get physical.
Chris chased me and grabbed me from behind and I guess tried to throw me to the ground, but obviously didn't know what he was doing. So I kept pushing buttons:
"Oh god! Get it off me! Oh why did I not buy that rape whistle when I had the chance!"
Soon he was practically flailing me back and forth like some rag doll.
"Don't let him eat me! Somebody help!"
He finally got me on the ground and I curled up in a fetal position acting like I was just traumatized. When I got up Pedro was walking after Chris to scare the living hell out of him to the point where Chris surrendered by curling up on the ground. Misha ran over to make sure I wasn't sexually abused or something. I love you too Misha ^_^
Towards the end of class most of my nerves broke and I took shots at Chris every chance I got. But he just wouldn't let up on my temper. While he was all up in my face after I made a smart remark toward him, the teacher finally stepped in and tried to settle our dispute.
She told us we were both being a disruption and need to just drop the situation. I only wish... And even if he hate each other we need to at least respect one another. When she was finished she had us shake hands... But I didn't.
"Chris is being the better man right now Christian," the teacher said. "He's at least trying to apologize."
"That's because he has to!" I retaliated. "But I only apologize when I'm sorry."
She pulled me aside and told me I needed to calm down and just take a deep breath. Pedro even came up and tried to clam me down, too, giving me a bro hug which I weakly returned. We never shook hands, and I'm glad the teacher realized that instead of trying to push me.
And from that moment on I just felt like absolute shit the whole ride home. I was barely responsive when mum asked me about my day but I admitted to her I just didn't feel good enough to talk.
Things seemed to cheer up when Nick gave me a phone call. And good news! He's able to go to Homecoming on Friday. Jen said she might be able to give us a ride as well. Even mum agreed to let me as long as she knows where Nick and Jen live.
The plan is going to be me going home with Nick after school and have Jen pick us up at his house when it's time to leave for the dance. So the clouds on my day are fading thankfully. And now I have something to look forward to this week!
Live.
My scarf was deemed "fabulous" today, and I agree it was surely fabulous indeed ^_^
Nick didn't seem to have anything totally purple, so he tried his best by wearing a black tee and dark jeans which both had fun purple designs and words on them. Though he kept going by breaking out the purple Sharpie pen and coloring his shoes and writing things like "Gay People Rock!" and other pro-LGBT writings on people's arms.
Rita sported a pair of light purple jeans in showing her support, also getting drawn on by Nick.
Anita said that she had a lucky break last night. She was searching for something purple to wear but couldn't find anything. Then all of a sudden a large bag of hand-me-down clothes was sent to her house, which included a pair of purple pants, purple tee, and a small purple jacket, all of which she wore today.
Even Pedro showed his support. When looking at him from behind you could see a purple cloth, which he said was a shirt, hanging out of his back pocket.
And when I scanned the cafeteria in the morning, I noticed an increase in purple among various other students. It brought a smile to my face to know that there were other proud supporters who remembered.
Child care. Didn't seem so bad when I was heading to class. But when it was announced that we were going to read to a group of 3-5 year olds, I suddenly became nervous. I feared they might think I was a psychotic killer with my dark appearance and my hat which can be mistaken for a drug dealer's...
But as children, naive and open minded as they are, thought of me as just another older kid. Misha has a natural connection with children. She read with a cheery tone and a lot of emotion. I felt as if her voice made these children more optimistic and confident just by giving them the feeling that she cared about them, even if she had only seen them for 10 minutes.
I realized while I was reading that I can't force myself to act like Misha; so happy and nice. I tried to put as much emotion as I could into my words and I probably gave enough to keep the kids' attention, but I just wasn't able to fill these kids with the joy I wanted them to feel before they started to grow up some years from now. They were the nicest kids, respectful toward each other, not judgmental, totally carefree.
And one thing I noted made me think... While Chris was reading a story I noticed two boys chatting and giggling amongst each other. And then one of the boys leaned over and kissed the other boy on his head. Of course it wasn't anything personal, but that's just it. It's because these kids don't know the reasons why people kiss besides the fact that it's for people who care about each other. And I'm sure that when they do learn the difference between kissing boys and kissing girls, they won't be like they are now: natural.
It's because we raise kids to be like everyone else and fill their heads with nonsense about social rules and taboos and shit. If we just left kids alone, there would never be any arguments over what religion you are, or what your race is, or who you love. We'll just all be people. I'm sure that whatever God religious people worship would want us to just be humans. That's why kids make people happy. It's because they truly ARE happy, which I guess rubs off.
At the end of our story time the kids went around in a circle saying which book they liked best. Most of the kids loved Misha's story for obvious reasons, and a few liked Anita's story since it was a very silly book which had the kids giggling constantly. I guess I was fairly intimidating because when a boy said that he liked my story the best, he just pointed to me while hiding his face behind his friend next to him. That or the teachers were right when they said some of the kids might be shy. And there were a few other who picked mine as well so I guess I didn't do bad after all.
And for some reason I didn't want to leave those kids...
We spent the rest of the day playing some of the games the children did. We even went outside which is where I gained a bit of adrenaline. We played little modified versions of Octopus Tag. And Chris was constantly constantly CONSTANTLY singing Lady GaGa while we played. I kept telling him to turn it off but he kept on going. singing in his tone-deaf voice, having little spaz attacks on the ground supposedly called "dancing", and repeating lyrics and prancing around me and getting in my face. I tried putting him in his place but that only provoked him to get physical.
Chris chased me and grabbed me from behind and I guess tried to throw me to the ground, but obviously didn't know what he was doing. So I kept pushing buttons:
"Oh god! Get it off me! Oh why did I not buy that rape whistle when I had the chance!"
Soon he was practically flailing me back and forth like some rag doll.
"Don't let him eat me! Somebody help!"
He finally got me on the ground and I curled up in a fetal position acting like I was just traumatized. When I got up Pedro was walking after Chris to scare the living hell out of him to the point where Chris surrendered by curling up on the ground. Misha ran over to make sure I wasn't sexually abused or something. I love you too Misha ^_^
Towards the end of class most of my nerves broke and I took shots at Chris every chance I got. But he just wouldn't let up on my temper. While he was all up in my face after I made a smart remark toward him, the teacher finally stepped in and tried to settle our dispute.
She told us we were both being a disruption and need to just drop the situation. I only wish... And even if he hate each other we need to at least respect one another. When she was finished she had us shake hands... But I didn't.
"Chris is being the better man right now Christian," the teacher said. "He's at least trying to apologize."
"That's because he has to!" I retaliated. "But I only apologize when I'm sorry."
She pulled me aside and told me I needed to calm down and just take a deep breath. Pedro even came up and tried to clam me down, too, giving me a bro hug which I weakly returned. We never shook hands, and I'm glad the teacher realized that instead of trying to push me.
And from that moment on I just felt like absolute shit the whole ride home. I was barely responsive when mum asked me about my day but I admitted to her I just didn't feel good enough to talk.
Things seemed to cheer up when Nick gave me a phone call. And good news! He's able to go to Homecoming on Friday. Jen said she might be able to give us a ride as well. Even mum agreed to let me as long as she knows where Nick and Jen live.
The plan is going to be me going home with Nick after school and have Jen pick us up at his house when it's time to leave for the dance. So the clouds on my day are fading thankfully. And now I have something to look forward to this week!
Live.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Thing About Mum
For some reason that Windowlicker song makes me nauseous whenever I listen to it... Is Aphex Twin haunting my Walkman? O_O
Just as I suspected, Nick's ear looks like shit. It was practically purple (perfect for tomorrow :P) since he obviously didn't clean it well. I'm bringing in the bottle of solution for him tomorrow for sure. Since it's an awfully pretty earring, and on the right, too.
He's awfully fond of me ever since I said yes to him. He even invited me to sleep over in Friday night, though the folks surely won't let me. But we may consider an after school visit. Though I can't totally confirm it with mum yet... After our talk.
"So what's going on, Christian?"
Just cut to the chase mum.
"Not much, mum..."
"What about this boyfriend? You know what I told you about not dating until you're 16."
"And you know that I told you I wasn't going to follow that rule. I listen to every single rule you make. But I get to decide the rules on this one, mum. I at least want some freedom."
"Well that just isn't happening in this house. You're just not mature enough."
"You know just how fucking mature I am. Maturity isn't measured by age, mum. Age is just a number."
"I just don't want you dating right now. It's just gonna be a distraction."
"Alright, I want one legitimate reason how it's a distraction." And mum just stayed quiet. "You see, you don't have any reason!"
"No!You're gonna be so preoccupied with this person and your friends that you won't be able to focus on your schoolwork."
"So, basically, I'm not allowed to have any sort of social life at all now?"
"No... There's gonna be a lot of people in your life, and I don't want you committing to one person right now."
"There really is no other way of going about those things mom. I won't ever commit to anyone if you won't let me."
The conversation over Nick drifted into the matters of me not being open to her...
"Look, mum, I know you want me to tell you what's going on in my life but--"
"I do!"
Tears were beginning to well up in my eyes. "That's just it! You're too clingy. You try so hard to know what I'm up to that I have to try and get away from you!"
I could see mum's eyes glistening as well now. "But you never tell me when you're having problems with other people which makes me worry!"
"But that's because there aren't any problems! In case you haven't noticed, I have absolutely zero enemies! everything has been just fine!"
"But how would you handle a problem if someone was giving you crap?"
"I'd tell the guidance office. If someone was trying to hurt me, I'd hit them so I could get away from them. I may have never been in a fight, but I can still throw a pretty freaking mean punch."
And then she has the gall to question my sexuality!...
"I just want you to be sure--"
"Stop! What do you mean by that?"
"Well, when you were 13 you told me you were sure you liked boys. But every time before that you were certain you liked girls."
I was ready to burst into tears now. "That's because I was fucking brainwashed into thinking that by those total dickholes I called my friends!" I waved my hand toward the window to represent the direction of the neighborhood boys I hung out with for the first 12 years of my life.
"Does Damien even know?"
"Probably. But if he does he probably doesn't care enough to talk to me since I basically cut myself off from my so-called "friends"... They didn't call or anything. Because they really never gave a shit about me."
"Even Max and Yuki?"
"Please. They worshiped Damien. Especially Max. And after that I actually had no friends at all. When I ate lunch, I was just looking for an open seat, let alone with people."
"And then you befriended 7th graders?"
"Yeah, Venus and Amanda. And that basically spread out to more friends."
Then she pointed out a certain topic...
"You know I worry about you. What with things like HIV and AIDS and--"
"Please... don't fucking say that..."
"I'm just saying you never know who you might be sleeping with and--"
"You can get it from anyone!"
"I just worry about you kids. All of you. If I don't know what you're doing I think the worst things possible and suspect something happened. The last thing I want is to bury one of you before I die."
"That's why we take the extra measures to make sure we are safe, mum. Locking the doors, having our cell phones, keeping an ear out when you're not home..."
"But when you don't answer your phones I get paranoid."
"You can't always expect us to pick up, mum. If we're busy doing something we're not gonna notice our phone's ringing. I call you all the time and you never pick up!"
"Yeah but I always check back." No you don't! I have to keep calling!
"Look. You raised us to be as safe and precautious as we can be. You have to be able to trust us at some point."
We continued to talk about her motherly instinct to always worry about her kids. And I had to tell her that there are somethings that she just can't do to control us. Like our personal lives and relations with other people. We can't be on a leash forever because when we finally do leave we won't come back so she can tie us up again.
It also drifted into how my dad is so stubborn that he won't be able to convince. And how he constantly asserts school as our number one priority. Which, we all know, is just so we won't need him to get into college because he can't afford even one year for any of us. And when we don't do well in school he yells and screams the same old shit about us doing shit wrong when we maybe just need a little help. Then when he yells at us for not coming to him, he doesn't realize that we don't come to him because we know how he is about schoolwork. And you know what? I'm not gonna be afraid to tell him that when he does start the fireworks.
So to wrap up today, my mom never allowed me to have a boyfriend, but she never said no either. So in that case the choice is up to me. *DING* And I hope I got the message to her that I demand freedom in my life, and the reason why I don't talk to her about my problems is because there aren't any.
I really hope she got something about me out of this. I know I got something out of her.
Live.
Just as I suspected, Nick's ear looks like shit. It was practically purple (perfect for tomorrow :P) since he obviously didn't clean it well. I'm bringing in the bottle of solution for him tomorrow for sure. Since it's an awfully pretty earring, and on the right, too.
He's awfully fond of me ever since I said yes to him. He even invited me to sleep over in Friday night, though the folks surely won't let me. But we may consider an after school visit. Though I can't totally confirm it with mum yet... After our talk.
"So what's going on, Christian?"
Just cut to the chase mum.
"Not much, mum..."
"What about this boyfriend? You know what I told you about not dating until you're 16."
"And you know that I told you I wasn't going to follow that rule. I listen to every single rule you make. But I get to decide the rules on this one, mum. I at least want some freedom."
"Well that just isn't happening in this house. You're just not mature enough."
"You know just how fucking mature I am. Maturity isn't measured by age, mum. Age is just a number."
"I just don't want you dating right now. It's just gonna be a distraction."
"Alright, I want one legitimate reason how it's a distraction." And mum just stayed quiet. "You see, you don't have any reason!"
"No!You're gonna be so preoccupied with this person and your friends that you won't be able to focus on your schoolwork."
"So, basically, I'm not allowed to have any sort of social life at all now?"
"No... There's gonna be a lot of people in your life, and I don't want you committing to one person right now."
"There really is no other way of going about those things mom. I won't ever commit to anyone if you won't let me."
The conversation over Nick drifted into the matters of me not being open to her...
"Look, mum, I know you want me to tell you what's going on in my life but--"
"I do!"
Tears were beginning to well up in my eyes. "That's just it! You're too clingy. You try so hard to know what I'm up to that I have to try and get away from you!"
I could see mum's eyes glistening as well now. "But you never tell me when you're having problems with other people which makes me worry!"
"But that's because there aren't any problems! In case you haven't noticed, I have absolutely zero enemies! everything has been just fine!"
"But how would you handle a problem if someone was giving you crap?"
"I'd tell the guidance office. If someone was trying to hurt me, I'd hit them so I could get away from them. I may have never been in a fight, but I can still throw a pretty freaking mean punch."
And then she has the gall to question my sexuality!...
"I just want you to be sure--"
"Stop! What do you mean by that?"
"Well, when you were 13 you told me you were sure you liked boys. But every time before that you were certain you liked girls."
I was ready to burst into tears now. "That's because I was fucking brainwashed into thinking that by those total dickholes I called my friends!" I waved my hand toward the window to represent the direction of the neighborhood boys I hung out with for the first 12 years of my life.
"Does Damien even know?"
"Probably. But if he does he probably doesn't care enough to talk to me since I basically cut myself off from my so-called "friends"... They didn't call or anything. Because they really never gave a shit about me."
"Even Max and Yuki?"
"Please. They worshiped Damien. Especially Max. And after that I actually had no friends at all. When I ate lunch, I was just looking for an open seat, let alone with people."
"And then you befriended 7th graders?"
"Yeah, Venus and Amanda. And that basically spread out to more friends."
Then she pointed out a certain topic...
"You know I worry about you. What with things like HIV and AIDS and--"
"Please... don't fucking say that..."
"I'm just saying you never know who you might be sleeping with and--"
"You can get it from anyone!"
"I just worry about you kids. All of you. If I don't know what you're doing I think the worst things possible and suspect something happened. The last thing I want is to bury one of you before I die."
"That's why we take the extra measures to make sure we are safe, mum. Locking the doors, having our cell phones, keeping an ear out when you're not home..."
"But when you don't answer your phones I get paranoid."
"You can't always expect us to pick up, mum. If we're busy doing something we're not gonna notice our phone's ringing. I call you all the time and you never pick up!"
"Yeah but I always check back." No you don't! I have to keep calling!
"Look. You raised us to be as safe and precautious as we can be. You have to be able to trust us at some point."
We continued to talk about her motherly instinct to always worry about her kids. And I had to tell her that there are somethings that she just can't do to control us. Like our personal lives and relations with other people. We can't be on a leash forever because when we finally do leave we won't come back so she can tie us up again.
It also drifted into how my dad is so stubborn that he won't be able to convince. And how he constantly asserts school as our number one priority. Which, we all know, is just so we won't need him to get into college because he can't afford even one year for any of us. And when we don't do well in school he yells and screams the same old shit about us doing shit wrong when we maybe just need a little help. Then when he yells at us for not coming to him, he doesn't realize that we don't come to him because we know how he is about schoolwork. And you know what? I'm not gonna be afraid to tell him that when he does start the fireworks.
So to wrap up today, my mom never allowed me to have a boyfriend, but she never said no either. So in that case the choice is up to me. *DING* And I hope I got the message to her that I demand freedom in my life, and the reason why I don't talk to her about my problems is because there aren't any.
I really hope she got something about me out of this. I know I got something out of her.
Live.
Monday, October 18, 2010
So I Said Yes
What do you focus on here? The song or the video?
It's not like we never spoke to each other until just last night. We've been friends ever since he got with Griffin weeks ago. And to be honest, no one really ever goes on dates before considering each other for a relationship anymore. The system we usually go by is ask someone out, and then if they agree to be your boyfriend, then you can plan together time. It's pretty much been the case with every couple I've ever seen.
So I did say yes to Nick. When I first walked into school I was sucked into his little circle of people where we conversed until the bell rang. Then as we were heading up to our classrooms I casually said, "Oh yeah Nick, my answer is yes" for added humor. He had the biggest smile until we parted to homeroom.
So I wasn't actually in welding for exploratory today. It was actually Culinary. The class was split between those going to work in the bakery and those going to work in the restaurant. Pedro and Misha were in the bakery with a few others while I was with Hunter, and Pedro's girlfriend Melodie. There were supposed to be a couple others with us but they weren't here today.
I am impressed at how before I could take two steps into the class, the instructors could piss me off. They told me I wasn't allowed to wear my new women's snow hat I bought yesterday or have my backpack on me. So I had to find my locker for the first time and run all the way back to an already started class. Hmph...
So instead of actually doing meaningful culinary work, we were just used the whole day. First we slaved over two boxes of collard greens, removing their stems. Then we carried supplies delivered this morning, and picked up the trash. And oh boy did everything have to be perfectly squeaky clean! And guess who had to do it?
I figured there would actually be something involving making food rather than just being little helpers for the day. And while that happened Misha and the others got to bake cookies to take home.
During lunch I left my table to go sit with Nick and his table. He made room for me to squeeze in next to him. I never knew he was friends with look-alike-of-me Ian. He recognized me from the trench coat day. :P And I found out that Nick was having his brother pierce his ear after school. I imagined a sewing needle in a dusty bedroom for some reason. I just hope he knows how to take care of it because if it gets infected like mine did he'd have to take it out. Lucky for me mine got infectd long after I pierced it so I just had to clean it out with alcohol.
You wanna know the real bitch about this? Tomorrow Misha's group gets to help cook for a barbecue and eat, too. With my luck our group will be doing grunt work in the bakery, too.
Misha was awfully interested in me being with Nick. She said she was worried about me, and didn't want me to get hurt. If anything I feared I would be the one to fuck things up in a relationship. I think it really just had to do with Griffin seeing as they got together right after Nick and Griffin broke up. Maybe Griffin's story was a bit exaggerated. But I refuse to get paranoid.
Rita was all on board, though. She told me he can talk a lot. So I joked back "I'll shut him up" with a wink. Rita laughed saying I better. :P
Live.
Sorry if it disgusts you... It did me, too. You won't forget the face...
I just want to take the time to respond to a couple comments from my last post.
Billy said...
Whoa! Slow down a bit. A short conversation, then a text and you're (almost) boyfriends?
Take a moment to get to know him a bit better, spend some time with him, go out on a couple of dates first before you take the plunge. Then, if the chemistry is right, by playing just a little hard to get, you end up being more desirable and not just another one week wonder.
Use your head not your ... don't let your hormones rule!
Chris said...
I'd say go on a date or two with him without necessarily committing to being "boyfriends". I don't see any dealbreakers in your list of "cons".
Sure, be cautious, but why not see where it leads? The opportunities you regret later in life are usually the ones you don't take advantage of.
I just want to take the time to respond to a couple comments from my last post.
Billy said...
Whoa! Slow down a bit. A short conversation, then a text and you're (almost) boyfriends?
Take a moment to get to know him a bit better, spend some time with him, go out on a couple of dates first before you take the plunge. Then, if the chemistry is right, by playing just a little hard to get, you end up being more desirable and not just another one week wonder.
Use your head not your ... don't let your hormones rule!
Chris said...
I'd say go on a date or two with him without necessarily committing to being "boyfriends". I don't see any dealbreakers in your list of "cons".
Sure, be cautious, but why not see where it leads? The opportunities you regret later in life are usually the ones you don't take advantage of.
It's not like we never spoke to each other until just last night. We've been friends ever since he got with Griffin weeks ago. And to be honest, no one really ever goes on dates before considering each other for a relationship anymore. The system we usually go by is ask someone out, and then if they agree to be your boyfriend, then you can plan together time. It's pretty much been the case with every couple I've ever seen.
So I did say yes to Nick. When I first walked into school I was sucked into his little circle of people where we conversed until the bell rang. Then as we were heading up to our classrooms I casually said, "Oh yeah Nick, my answer is yes" for added humor. He had the biggest smile until we parted to homeroom.
So I wasn't actually in welding for exploratory today. It was actually Culinary. The class was split between those going to work in the bakery and those going to work in the restaurant. Pedro and Misha were in the bakery with a few others while I was with Hunter, and Pedro's girlfriend Melodie. There were supposed to be a couple others with us but they weren't here today.
I am impressed at how before I could take two steps into the class, the instructors could piss me off. They told me I wasn't allowed to wear my new women's snow hat I bought yesterday or have my backpack on me. So I had to find my locker for the first time and run all the way back to an already started class. Hmph...
So instead of actually doing meaningful culinary work, we were just used the whole day. First we slaved over two boxes of collard greens, removing their stems. Then we carried supplies delivered this morning, and picked up the trash. And oh boy did everything have to be perfectly squeaky clean! And guess who had to do it?
I figured there would actually be something involving making food rather than just being little helpers for the day. And while that happened Misha and the others got to bake cookies to take home.
During lunch I left my table to go sit with Nick and his table. He made room for me to squeeze in next to him. I never knew he was friends with look-alike-of-me Ian. He recognized me from the trench coat day. :P And I found out that Nick was having his brother pierce his ear after school. I imagined a sewing needle in a dusty bedroom for some reason. I just hope he knows how to take care of it because if it gets infected like mine did he'd have to take it out. Lucky for me mine got infectd long after I pierced it so I just had to clean it out with alcohol.
You wanna know the real bitch about this? Tomorrow Misha's group gets to help cook for a barbecue and eat, too. With my luck our group will be doing grunt work in the bakery, too.
Misha was awfully interested in me being with Nick. She said she was worried about me, and didn't want me to get hurt. If anything I feared I would be the one to fuck things up in a relationship. I think it really just had to do with Griffin seeing as they got together right after Nick and Griffin broke up. Maybe Griffin's story was a bit exaggerated. But I refuse to get paranoid.
Rita was all on board, though. She told me he can talk a lot. So I joked back "I'll shut him up" with a wink. Rita laughed saying I better. :P
Live.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Boyfriend
Irresistible title, right?
So I got a text message from Nick last night. He apparently swapped contacts with Eric, who somehow had my number, at the beginning of the year. I wonder why he never told me sooner so I could have his as well. So we had a short conversation until it was time for bed. Then when I wake up the next morning I have an unread text message on my phone:
Why I should:
But I'm not an expert on relationships. My only boyfriend was Ian and that didn't really go well. Then again we hardly knew each other and only really went out because we both liked boys. I'm also pretty hesitant and shy so I'm not really a go-to kind of person. And if Nick isn't a go-to boy either, it's just gonna be awkward.
I had to say something or else he'd be an emotional nerve-wreck wondering why I didn't respond. But I didn't have time since I was behind a counter at the market. I sneaked a text to him:
My mind is spiraling at the moment so I'm gonna cut this post short for today. I gotta go shop around for a few things so I'll be back tomorrow.
Live.
So I got a text message from Nick last night. He apparently swapped contacts with Eric, who somehow had my number, at the beginning of the year. I wonder why he never told me sooner so I could have his as well. So we had a short conversation until it was time for bed. Then when I wake up the next morning I have an unread text message on my phone:
From Nick 10/16/10 8:54 AMWell he did say please ;3... But I have to think it over. Let's see the reasons on both sides here:
"Will you go out with me please?"
Why I should:
- He's insanely cute, and a little nerdy ;)
- He's Russian, so he has a natural badassness to him
- I was right when I thought the way he acted around me while he was with Griffin was suspicious
- He had my number this whole year and waited until now to ask me; little shy and insecure
- Has some flamboyancy to him. Not overpowering but a good amount.
- I'd be his third boyfriend this year, even though he hadn't really met me until he was already taken.
- His last two boyfriends ended up dumping him after a week of them being together
- Can be awfully bitchy when he's upset
- Not sure if he would be okay with my parents not wanting me to have a boyfriend
- His personality is cloudy and I can't read it well
But I'm not an expert on relationships. My only boyfriend was Ian and that didn't really go well. Then again we hardly knew each other and only really went out because we both liked boys. I'm also pretty hesitant and shy so I'm not really a go-to kind of person. And if Nick isn't a go-to boy either, it's just gonna be awkward.
I had to say something or else he'd be an emotional nerve-wreck wondering why I didn't respond. But I didn't have time since I was behind a counter at the market. I sneaked a text to him:
"I'm at work now I'll have to talk to you on Monday."Not sure if that message helped my case or not... He just replied with "Ok". Great... Emotionless. And in case I didn't mention, autumn hasn't really been a very "relationship happy" month for couples. Then again I don't believe in mystical forces so maybe I'm just paranoid.
My mind is spiraling at the moment so I'm gonna cut this post short for today. I gotta go shop around for a few things so I'll be back tomorrow.
Live.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Why Being an Individual Kicks Ass
This is just the perfect Anarchy song that isn't actually about Anarchy.
Boys Night Out - Medicating
Well now it seems Rita is my partner in Anarchy. As we are Anarchists, we usually just joke about the whole thing to make time go by.
Me: "What's with Mr. D doing making us all write the same paper for him?... Conforming us to describe the future hellhole of society because of his authority."
Rita let me wear her friend Rex's leather trench coat today. Rex was letting her borrow it but since it's kind of heavy she let's me wear it during school. I apparently look diabolic/sexy in it. I was twice told I looked like "a boss". That slang reeked of a failed attempt at making a fad...
You know what's great about being totally different from everyone else? When you actually do find someone you can relate to in a way, shit feels great. Even the smallest of things. Like in Algebra today. Since I was in the leather coat Jen wore my flannel hoodie. While searching through the pockets Jen found my phone, which Rita just so happened to also be getting.
Note: I have a kick ass phone which no one else has because it was never advertised. You'd only know about it if you found it while browsing in the AT&T store.
"Hey, cool I'm getting that same one!" She said. So I was able to assure her of it's badassness. Then Jen pulls my Sony Walkman out of my treasure-chest of a jacket, which gives her an eyegasm because I am the only one else on the planet who has that exact model. So instead of math, she decides to listen to it while covering the earplugs with my hoodie. At one point she was headbanging so I peek at the Walkman and see "Sin" by Nine Inch Nails. Approved :)
At the end of class Jen mentioned that I hooked her on NIN (not surprised by the song choice) and asked me if I had the charger.
"Two, actually"....
I kid you not, she completely shit bricks when I said that and asked if she could borrow one. And when I said yes, she shat the remainder of her bricks and was happier than a preteen on acid. She hadn't been able to use hers in months because she lost hers. Now we're closer than ever ^_^
And that's why conformism is bullshit, kids :)
At the end of the day during Chemistry, we were out of goggles and I was the only one without a pair. Lucky for me Rita had a costume pair of steampunk goggles which combined with my trench coat made me look like a major badass. I joked and said that I was:
"Buildin' a sentry."
I didn't expect anyone to get it but I heard a voice say: "E-e-rectin' a dispenser!" First time out of all my Team Fortress 2 references I had gotten a response. We went back and forth with even more Engineer comments:
"Teleporter goin' up!"
"Spy's sappin' my sentry!"
"Meh-eh-eh-eh-dic!"
"SENTRY DAHOWN!!!"
... At least 90% of those reading that will have no idea what makes it so funny, but if you play the game it makes you piss yourself to hear it somewhere else than from the computer speakers.
After school I got a call form my sister saying she was gonna drive me home today. Couldn't have worked out better since I needed to pick up those Skills USA forms. But when I left the building, I found myself in an empty lot of trashed cars, a rusty oil tank, broken gravel, and garbage... It was a pretty hardcore spot; I actually wanted to sit down and have a drink by the rusty tank. But I had to make my way to my sister's car.
Apparently she called me 3 times before she gave up and left. So I called back and the conversation went as follows:
Amy: "Where the fuck were you?"
Me: "Sorry, I had to get the Skills application."
Amy: "Well I called you 3 fucking times! Why didn't you answer?"
Me: "It was on vibrate and I couldn't feel it. Sorry."
Amy: "I left, you know?"
Me: "Well I'm in the parking lot now soooo...."
Amy: "Alright, I'll be there in like, five fucking seconds!"
Me: "Hey, FUCK OFF! Alright? I don't need this bullshit Amy! Now turn your ass arou—"
*conversation ended*
I pretty much wasted the rest of my day reading hilarious comics on the glorious Scandinavian themed "humoncomics.com". Honestly I learned way more about my paradise than I expected since I really limited myself to Sweden and Finland. Here's a little taste featuring Denmark, Norway, and Iceland:
Here's the comic with the description for those who didn't get the joke
Live.
Boys Night Out - Medicating
Well now it seems Rita is my partner in Anarchy. As we are Anarchists, we usually just joke about the whole thing to make time go by.
Me: "What's with Mr. D doing making us all write the same paper for him?... Conforming us to describe the future hellhole of society because of his authority."
Rita let me wear her friend Rex's leather trench coat today. Rex was letting her borrow it but since it's kind of heavy she let's me wear it during school. I apparently look diabolic/sexy in it. I was twice told I looked like "a boss". That slang reeked of a failed attempt at making a fad...
You know what's great about being totally different from everyone else? When you actually do find someone you can relate to in a way, shit feels great. Even the smallest of things. Like in Algebra today. Since I was in the leather coat Jen wore my flannel hoodie. While searching through the pockets Jen found my phone, which Rita just so happened to also be getting.
Note: I have a kick ass phone which no one else has because it was never advertised. You'd only know about it if you found it while browsing in the AT&T store.
"Hey, cool I'm getting that same one!" She said. So I was able to assure her of it's badassness. Then Jen pulls my Sony Walkman out of my treasure-chest of a jacket, which gives her an eyegasm because I am the only one else on the planet who has that exact model. So instead of math, she decides to listen to it while covering the earplugs with my hoodie. At one point she was headbanging so I peek at the Walkman and see "Sin" by Nine Inch Nails. Approved :)
At the end of class Jen mentioned that I hooked her on NIN (not surprised by the song choice) and asked me if I had the charger.
"Two, actually"....
I kid you not, she completely shit bricks when I said that and asked if she could borrow one. And when I said yes, she shat the remainder of her bricks and was happier than a preteen on acid. She hadn't been able to use hers in months because she lost hers. Now we're closer than ever ^_^
And that's why conformism is bullshit, kids :)
At the end of the day during Chemistry, we were out of goggles and I was the only one without a pair. Lucky for me Rita had a costume pair of steampunk goggles which combined with my trench coat made me look like a major badass. I joked and said that I was:
"Buildin' a sentry."
I didn't expect anyone to get it but I heard a voice say: "E-e-rectin' a dispenser!" First time out of all my Team Fortress 2 references I had gotten a response. We went back and forth with even more Engineer comments:
"Teleporter goin' up!"
"Spy's sappin' my sentry!"
"Meh-eh-eh-eh-dic!"
"SENTRY DAHOWN!!!"
... At least 90% of those reading that will have no idea what makes it so funny, but if you play the game it makes you piss yourself to hear it somewhere else than from the computer speakers.
After school I got a call form my sister saying she was gonna drive me home today. Couldn't have worked out better since I needed to pick up those Skills USA forms. But when I left the building, I found myself in an empty lot of trashed cars, a rusty oil tank, broken gravel, and garbage... It was a pretty hardcore spot; I actually wanted to sit down and have a drink by the rusty tank. But I had to make my way to my sister's car.
Apparently she called me 3 times before she gave up and left. So I called back and the conversation went as follows:
Amy: "Where the fuck were you?"
Me: "Sorry, I had to get the Skills application."
Amy: "Well I called you 3 fucking times! Why didn't you answer?"
Me: "It was on vibrate and I couldn't feel it. Sorry."
Amy: "I left, you know?"
Me: "Well I'm in the parking lot now soooo...."
Amy: "Alright, I'll be there in like, five fucking seconds!"
Me: "Hey, FUCK OFF! Alright? I don't need this bullshit Amy! Now turn your ass arou—"
*conversation ended*
I pretty much wasted the rest of my day reading hilarious comics on the glorious Scandinavian themed "humoncomics.com". Honestly I learned way more about my paradise than I expected since I really limited myself to Sweden and Finland. Here's a little taste featuring Denmark, Norway, and Iceland:
Here's the comic with the description for those who didn't get the joke
Live.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I Am an Anarchist
Okay... I need to stop spending late nights up. Last night my excuse was being mindfucked by Nine Inch Nails music videos... Go watch "Happiness in Slavery" and shit bricks and possibly vomit. What I find amazing about that video is that it hasn't been removed due to the obvious male nudity in it. I guess since it's obviously not what people remember about the video it didn't matter. I also saw "Come to Daddy" by Aphex Twin and nearly cried...
You know? What the hell:
!!!WARNING!!! MATURE AND OBSCENE CONTENT. 18+ ONLY (But hell, who's stopping you?)
Jen was wearing a white British military coat. I begged her to let my wear it and she gave in. We figured it would be too big since Jen seemed to be a size extra small, but it actually fit well. Little tight around the arms, but it was nice. Apparently I looked stunning and realized the whole class was staring. God am I that sexy? :P Even the English teacher, who will now be addressed as Mr. D, thought it was a nice look for me. He said it made me look like some British star named Andy An-something (one syllable, though.) When I looked the jacket up later I saw it was a woman's jacket. No wonder Rita said it made me look more feminine... I'm still gonna get one.
Okay, I've had it up to here with relationships. Let's see... First drama between Nick and Griffin (then Nick again a week later), then Griffin and Misha, then Rita and her boyfriend, and then today we find out that Jen's boyfriend cheated on her.
FUCK!
Can anyone be happy in a relationship just once? They say when you're single, you always see happy couples, but I haven't seen any yet! Do I even still want to be in a relationship anymore?... Of course. But now I won't be surprised if shit doesn't work out when I am.
Once again I wasn't able to attend the Skills USA meeting. This time when me and Rita went to the meeting, the room was empty and locked. We went to ask the secretary, but she hadn't a clue. Secretary asks 3 more secretaries, just as brain dead. I thought knowing these things was their job! That's why they're right in front of you when you enter the office.
When study period came around, Jen was looking a lot better than earlier. I think she just needed to get some emotions out, wherever she ran off to when she got the news. Me and Rita looked at a huge map of the school's district, and finally decided to do something about Jen's hometown, which was just a little white blotch in the middle of the cities. I whipped out my Post-It pad and wrote the town followed by a "^_^" smiley. I sure hope Jen saw it.
Last day of Golf was today. While leaving the building I peeked in at the GSA club. My heart broke to see only 3 people in there. I can't remember the first two, but I did see a middle school mate of mine. Eric "Shy Boy Sunshine". He a really odd one, and socially awkward. He has barely ever spoken 3 words to anyone, sits by himself, and doesn't do much besides bury himself in a fantasy novel. I only remember seeing him half-enjoy himself when I joined Rita and my ex Ian at a LARP event (Live Action Role-Playing). Though his fun didn't last long when he slipped and busted up his knee. He didn't even cringe when it happened though. Just that same emotionless expression.
I call his Shy Boy Sunshine because of the obvious shyness, and his scrawny features. He's no taller than Liam. Ever see the movie "A Girl Like Me: Gwen Araujo", a drama about the life of a pre-op transgender man to woman, and her tear-jerking murder. Well Eric reminds me of the boy who plays little Gwen, at the time known as Eddie Araujo, in the movie. Here:
From what I know about him he wouldn't go to a GSA meeting just because he supports it. I think it may be because he needs some support. I thought from the second I saw him that he was gay, and that was before I knew that I myself was gay, too. You know? With Golf being over now, I might just try to attend a GSA meeting. But I don't know if I can expect myself to do it. I'll try, though.
Mr. D said that my brother asked what he thought of me. When I asked him what he told my brother, he said I should just ask Kav. And when I did, he said,
"Oh yeah, he called you an anarchist."
... Anarchist, huh? Has a nice ring to it. Oh and would you look at that! I just so happen to have a shirt with a big old Anarchist logo on it. Well I know what I'm wearing tomorrow!
Live.
Mr. D said that my brother asked what he thought of me. When I asked him what he told my brother, he said I should just ask Kav. And when I did, he said,
"Oh yeah, he called you an anarchist."
... Anarchist, huh? Has a nice ring to it. Oh and would you look at that! I just so happen to have a shirt with a big old Anarchist logo on it. Well I know what I'm wearing tomorrow!
Live.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Liam's a Homophobe, huh?
From: ChrisYou see... What happened that night was supposed to be a secret. And if a certain someone were to read this while skimming through my monthly internet history, it might be a bit of trouble, seeing as it would cause a commotion over me and Luke. The other two probably won't have that bad of problems seeing as they don't have a very big status. Luke on the other hand is high in the social rankings, and not to mention has a girlfriend. I will tell you that he had to "tend" to himself shortly after it happened, which gave off a gaydar signal.
*ahem*
How shall I put this?
YOU TEASE!
This is how you reward your loyal audience of thousands? hundreds? dozens? both of us? Holding out on us at the exact moment you hint as some particularly juicy piece of gossip? I'm *totally* going to unfriend you now.
(Back tomorrow, same time, same place).
Even if he denies it, he still doesn't even know how one's sexuality works. When I told him that being gay wasn't a choice, he was surprised to find this out. So he obviously wouldn't know if he was gay/bisexual if he was. I just hope if he is, that he finds out before he grows old and it's too late to be open about it. I ought to give him the facts and let him figure out the rest on his own. The information would be good for him, straight or not. Prevents him from putting his foot in his mouth if the topic ever comes up.
Rita was awfully sad today. Apparently her and her boyfriend fought with each other and aren't talking. Though she wanted to break up with him anyway, she didn't want to end things so harshly. But for all we know they could patch things up or they could move on like Rita wanted. but until then all I could do was cheer Rita up with Post-It note doodles and my incredible sense of humor ^_^
Ugh, straight people...
So yesterday during Latin I greeted Sneha with a hug, to which Liam responded, "Are you guys going out?" Sneha mentioned I was gay and Liam's face drained and looked so shocked. As I figured he would get over it he apparently didn't. First thing he did in Latin today was request a seat change. It may have been thought to sit with one of his friends, but he was willing to take any open seat. I'm sure the teacher, remind you she's also the leader of the GSA, wouldn't be too pleased to know why he REALLY wanted to switch.
I was going to confront him but I felt I didn't want to cause more trouble. Though now that I think about it he wouldn't dare throw a punch seeing as he's scrawny and short while I top him by 5 inches and have more muscle. Though I'm not a fighter, I can and will throw a punch if I have to. The consequences can wait. Maybe I can have Brad, a friend from middle school and the boy who sits in front of me, ask him why he switched seats. Liam doesn't have any reason to lie to Brad and is too stupid to consider it a trap.
When Rita entered history, she was much more lively and cheery then this morning. "She put her arms around me and Sneha and said, "Hey guys!" in an very more-colorful-than-Rita tone. I asked why she was so jumpy and she told us how she slept through French and felt totally refreshed. I made a mental not to remember that method.
Well shit... I forgot to attend the Skills USA meeting during lunch. Well not so much as forgot as misunderstanding the time. I thought it was after school but Rita told me otherwise. Oh well, there's another meeting tomorrow so I'll make sure to go. I just hope nothing happens during lunch I wouldn't want to miss... Dammit I probably jinxed that.
Live.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Loooong Time
Recently, a fellow Blogger by the name of Timmy took a turn for the worst in his health and died on October 3rd. His brother made one final post regarding the events which lead to it.
Hey Timmy, if you haunt your brother, make sure you tell him what happens when you die. I'd be eager to read a post on it. Keep partying, wherever you are now (^_^)b
I realized I never made a weekend post. I'll sum it up in a few points. Work went better than usual, I broke 3 straight boys, and I got to relax on my Monday off... What was that second one?
NOT GONNA PUT IT INTO DETAIL! Someone might be watching. Maybe some other time. (pssst! One was Luke ^_^)
ANYWAY... Apparently Misha was suspended. For one day. Which she spent in Canada anyway. Thumbs up! Did I ever mention Joaquin. (I think I called him Wakeem since I had no fucking clue how to spell his name.) Yeah he was that douche who was awfully short with people (especially Henry) and didn't know what 'inflation' meant. Yeah, now he hangs around Rita, Jen, and I like a puppy. And lately, he's been making my Gaydar blink. Then again when has my Gaydar ever been right?
When Rita asked him, he insisted he was straight, but for some reason my Gaydar didn't let him off. I still think he might be, and just never thought about it. Though he did say his mom was a lesbian. Only problem is he had no idea how sexuality worked. Let me expand.
Joaquin: "Yeah my mom's a lesbian but she's not like... Totally like a lesbian."
Me: "Sooo... She's a lesbian, but she's not a lesbian?"
Me and Rita both agree that he's still probably gay, maybe bisexual, or a closet case. Either way he just gives off too strong of an aura for me to let it go.
I was ready to pass out by the time chemistry came around. Luckily there was a small stuffed baby manatee to make the day brighter... Yeah. A fucking manatee! And when gym class topped off the school day, what better sport of the day than hockey. I only quit this year after a whole 6 years of playing goalie so I was a top player for sure.
I started off playing forward but I felt it was already covered. So I did what I did best, and replaced Toby in goal. Good thing, too since even when I told him how to hold the stick right, he couldn't do it. I realize that goalie is now instinct to me since I sub-consciously flared my legs out to stop shots. It should really only be done when I have pads on but I couldn't help it since I was so used to real, hardcore ice hockey.
And I FINALLY returned to Golf today. I am definitely improving even though I hadn't played in a couple weeks. I recorded a furthest drive at about 220 yards, almost equal to the sophomores and juniors. My accuracy has definitely improved, too. The coach had a little competition to win a Pepsi if we pitched it to a yellow beam. I, unexpectedly, won. Good thing, to since I was damn thirsty. There was a second round aiming at a red flag, and I almost won, too. But when seen from a different angle, a boy named Billy was a tad closer.
And after an hour and a half of traffic and freezing my sensitive ass off at a hockey rink I'm home. Tired. Hungry. But home. Oh well, there must be munchies somewhere. Better get started on the rest of my night if I want to catch the premier of Nick Swardson's Pretend Time. This is more captivating than male jailbait... Well, almost.
Live.
Hey Timmy, if you haunt your brother, make sure you tell him what happens when you die. I'd be eager to read a post on it. Keep partying, wherever you are now (^_^)b
I realized I never made a weekend post. I'll sum it up in a few points. Work went better than usual, I broke 3 straight boys, and I got to relax on my Monday off... What was that second one?
NOT GONNA PUT IT INTO DETAIL! Someone might be watching. Maybe some other time. (pssst! One was Luke ^_^)
ANYWAY... Apparently Misha was suspended. For one day. Which she spent in Canada anyway. Thumbs up! Did I ever mention Joaquin. (I think I called him Wakeem since I had no fucking clue how to spell his name.) Yeah he was that douche who was awfully short with people (especially Henry) and didn't know what 'inflation' meant. Yeah, now he hangs around Rita, Jen, and I like a puppy. And lately, he's been making my Gaydar blink. Then again when has my Gaydar ever been right?
When Rita asked him, he insisted he was straight, but for some reason my Gaydar didn't let him off. I still think he might be, and just never thought about it. Though he did say his mom was a lesbian. Only problem is he had no idea how sexuality worked. Let me expand.
Joaquin: "Yeah my mom's a lesbian but she's not like... Totally like a lesbian."
Me: "Sooo... She's a lesbian, but she's not a lesbian?"
Me and Rita both agree that he's still probably gay, maybe bisexual, or a closet case. Either way he just gives off too strong of an aura for me to let it go.
I was ready to pass out by the time chemistry came around. Luckily there was a small stuffed baby manatee to make the day brighter... Yeah. A fucking manatee! And when gym class topped off the school day, what better sport of the day than hockey. I only quit this year after a whole 6 years of playing goalie so I was a top player for sure.
I started off playing forward but I felt it was already covered. So I did what I did best, and replaced Toby in goal. Good thing, too since even when I told him how to hold the stick right, he couldn't do it. I realize that goalie is now instinct to me since I sub-consciously flared my legs out to stop shots. It should really only be done when I have pads on but I couldn't help it since I was so used to real, hardcore ice hockey.
And I FINALLY returned to Golf today. I am definitely improving even though I hadn't played in a couple weeks. I recorded a furthest drive at about 220 yards, almost equal to the sophomores and juniors. My accuracy has definitely improved, too. The coach had a little competition to win a Pepsi if we pitched it to a yellow beam. I, unexpectedly, won. Good thing, to since I was damn thirsty. There was a second round aiming at a red flag, and I almost won, too. But when seen from a different angle, a boy named Billy was a tad closer.
And after an hour and a half of traffic and freezing my sensitive ass off at a hockey rink I'm home. Tired. Hungry. But home. Oh well, there must be munchies somewhere. Better get started on the rest of my night if I want to catch the premier of Nick Swardson's Pretend Time. This is more captivating than male jailbait... Well, almost.
Live.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
"And What Kind of People Can You Love?"
"Any Kind," says Christopher.
If this kid can get it, why don't any of us? Just wanted to share this since it practically brought tears to my eyes :')
Live... Love
Live... Love
Friday, October 8, 2010
"It's Hairdressing; Calm the Fuck Down."
That's because you're a bourgeois American, completely uptight about sex. It's what screws up your children and turns them into sex offenders.
Without Misha in school I felt sort of alone during Cosmo. Though I was able to socialize more with Anita so it made the day go by faster.
And what a day for Griffin to come back! The one day Misha is gone and he returns. Guess the conversation is still put off. At least Misha is starting to get over her worries about him and his "questionable" past.
Sam was awfully frustrated. Someone should have reminded him that we were styling hair. It doesn't really matter if you're good or not. It was the dam hair rolls that got him. So he was in a bit of a mood.
After lunch I was walking back to Cosmo and realized I wasn't even going the right way. But Sam was in front of me so I guess I wasn't alone.
"You're lost," I said in a smart-ass tone. He looked back at me puzzled and I just told hi to follow me. I tried conversing with him but since he was in a mood he just sort of blew me off. By the time we got back he spoke and said:
"Look, I just get frustrated really easy and I'm not really in a talking mood." I finally turned around and put my hand on his shoulder saying:
"It's hairdressing. Just calm the fuck down."
Realizing I kind of sounded stern I gave a reassuring smile. He still felt a bit down but he seemed to be doing better for the rest of the day.
I swear I was ready to take my hair dryer and shove it straight up Chris' fat ass. I'll just star over here:
- He sings Lady GaGa, constantly says how much he loves Lady GaGa, and insists that we call him "GaGa", though I should tell him Nick Swardson already took that for his new show "Pretend Time"
- When we play music (all the time) he likes to dance and sing along. I have to keep reminding him that public singing is reserved for those who can actually sing.
- Takes peoples seats and even when they ask and then demand he give it back he refuses to lift himself off his beach ball ass and move.
- Sprayed people with alcohol, water, and hairspray whenever they told him off.
- Cried when the teacher took points off for being a whiner and ruining equipment until the teacher gave him a good grade to shut him up. Not like she'll let him back in anyway because the final decision is up to the shop instructors.
- Was in a bad mood so he constantly had to express his mood by pouting until someone noticed his desperate cry for attention.
- Total swish stick. Now I'm all for flamboyancy but the way he does it is totally fake.
- Screws shit up so badly and so often that's it's too much to be by accident. Besically he's purposely careless and impulsive.
- C
- U
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- T
Chris took my backpack and threw it on the ground "because he needed to move the chair it was on". So Hunter took advantage of the situation to finally get a piece of Chris after the past 2 days of Chris fucking with him. So I let it play out. I asked him to pick it up, and then apologize. He didn't so Hunter backed me up. Chris took a spray bottle and took a squirt at Hunter. Now Hunter had him. He slowly approached him, repeating threats of knocking his teeth in while Chris cowered (running like a fucking fairy).
Hunter got one last squirt from Chris before he took the arm which wielded the bottle and used it to take Chris to the ground and drop the bottle. I Chris didn't squeal Hunter might have just broken his arm. We were all split, and I took a single squirt at Chris with the bottle before we just sat in separate sides of the room before the end of the day.
Oh the weekend approaches. Work again. Grrr, no morning shift. Oh well.
Live.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Suspensions All Around, and the Nazi is Down
Finally! A way to attend Jon Stewart's "Rally to Restore Sanity" without having to go out to DC. Apparently there's going to be satellite broadcasts all over the Us, including Boston! Now all I have to do is convince mum to take me there. If she says no I'll have a fit >_<
He is not in trouble with the police but he may get a hammer from the school.
We had cosmetology today. Hooray! It reminded me so much of my hair dresser's place. The cosmo-teacher even styled her hair the same way mine does.
Since it was a delayed opening we just painted fake nails until lunch. And I can't paint nails to save my life!
After lunch Misha told me how Cameron (the Nazi) made our Chinese friend Elena cry by mocking her for eating dogs. Now of course Misha explained how it's been noted that the more poverty-stricken areas have eaten dogs for survival, but of course not every Chinese person does. She supposedly made another person cry as well but I'm not sure who exactly.
First her and a few others demanded that he apologize, yet instead he laughed at her and all of them. So Misha's emotions boiled up to the point where she stepped up and gave him a good slap right across the face.
Misha went into further explanation to the cosmo-teacher of how this boy is racist toward every nationality and culture that isn't his to the point where she began crying. I hugged her and let her get it out for a bit until she could speak again.
Pedro, a Puerto Rican boy in our class got really riled up over this and wanted to help since Misha and I are pretty good friends with him. Now, Pedro is a pretty dangerous person. He was expelled from his previous school because he got into a serious fight and almost killed someone. And had to attend anger management classes. Ever since he got to Minuteman, he has done well in avoiding violence, or at least keeping it out of school, with the help of his counselors and his girlfriend. But upon hearing this, he was willing to set this aside to put this kid in his place. Of course I wouldn't want him to get in trouble for fighting but then again, it's the only way to get through to some people sometimes. Cameron would be one of them.
So we all headed to the Dean's office and explained the situation. And conveniently, we found Ian sitting by the secretary. I asked him if he was okay and he gave me a "sort of" response.
Me, Misha, and Pedro all waited in a room and waited for Cameron to report there. Pedro was telling us how much he hates this room because it feels so scary. I couldn't blame him; aside from the few bookshelves and a desk in the corner's, all the room was was an empty space with a table and two chairs on opposing sides in the middle of it. For added effect there was only one light turned on in the room, which was directly over the table. They also had a two-way mirror. It was pretty cheaply made, though because you could faintly see through the reflective side. then again it was only possible if you studied it closely.
When Cameron arrived, he had that same, half-smile he always carried around. I call it the "douche smile" since it's usually for those who have bad intentions. No matter how much Misha didn't want to be alone, Pedro and I were sent back to Cosmo so the matter could be discussed. On our way out, we saw Ian exiting the office. He had an expression on his face that meant he was in serious trouble, but probably not expelled. I just hope I read that right.
At 2:15, I excused myself to check on Misha and saw Cameron walking away from the office on my way there. They better have given him a good throw of the book or I'd be pissed. Especially with the new anti-bullying laws in place. When I went into the office I saw Sneha waiting outside the Dean's room. I asked her where Misha was and she pointed to the room resembling an interrogation room.
Misha told me what happened so far and how her parents were going to be notified. She wasn't worried, though since her parents would agree that this boy deserved it. "I don't regret it," she said. So even if her parents were upset with her she refused to feel bad. I offered to gather her stuff back up and drop it off in case she was going to stay there past the final bell.
When I came back Sneha was still outside the Dean's room and Misha was still in the scary room. We said our in-case goodbyes and I wished her luck. I guess it wasn't so lucky because when I told Ibn the news after school he said that Misha was also suspended for the slap. Figures, by law the school kind of had to no matter how much of scum Cameron was. Great. Now she has to delay meeting with Griffin for another week.
And on that thought I realized Griffin is going to be super pissed when he finds out Misha was crying because of this kid. That on top of Pedro's current stance, I think this kid is in trouble. He better have a long suspension because if either of them even catch sight of Cameron, they'll beat him within an inch of his life.
I'm not sure how to feel about this anymore. Yes Cameron deserves to be punished but Pedro and Griffin are hardcore when they fight. All I really want is this kid to drink his medicine and smarten up. Though I don't know how else he can get the message unless it comes at him at 30 miles per hour.
And Misha is in even more hell than ever. First she is fearing that she might lose Griffin (and so soon, too), and now she's getting suspended for doing what everyone else wanted to do. All hell is breaking loose and I'm really not able to stop it. I think I need some sleep.
Live.
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UPDATE: Good news! Misha being suspended was just a rumor. Well good! But she's not going to be in school tomorrow still because she'll be in Canada. Lucky... So we'll just cross her off that list. I'll have to tell Rita, Solomon, Jen, and the others tomorrow. They still think she is.
Doesn't mean everything's all happy and good. Cameron still made people cry. Thankfully Pedro wasn't told that Misha got suspended or he may have done something sooner. Though he'll probably still get real on this kid.
So things have calmed down, though Misha is still trying to get a hold of Griffin. But things will work out soon hopefully. And I think I smell dinner. Goodnight!
Live.
Doesn't mean everything's all happy and good. Cameron still made people cry. Thankfully Pedro wasn't told that Misha got suspended or he may have done something sooner. Though he'll probably still get real on this kid.
So things have calmed down, though Misha is still trying to get a hold of Griffin. But things will work out soon hopefully. And I think I smell dinner. Goodnight!
Live.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Griffin has Some SERIOUS Explaining to Do
Ugh, straight people... Am I right? *accepts high five*
Misha has been awfully worried about Griffin lately and constantly say how much she misses him. They do seem like a cute couple, though. I do find it kind of annoying to see Misha talking about him non stop though. And she is SO PARANOID. She asked me if she thought she was being too clingy or if she thought Griffin really liked her.
I keep saying: "Griffin does seem to care about you a lot. You have nothing to worry about."
But she still keeps on thinking of bad theories that could possibly be true. Yet she doesn't consider the fact the HE came on to HER. Why would he do that if he didn't like her?
GOD DAMMIT JUST FUCK ME WITH A FIREY DAGGER! We used soldering guns in telecommunications and before I even started to apply the liquid-cancer I burnt my finger on the gun! And when I did melt the lead with the gun, I couldn't get it to stay on my project. Eventually I just gave up.
Late at night i got a message from Misha telling me about her conversation with a friend of hers. Apparently right after him and Nick broke up, he met up with some girl at a park and talked for a minute before making out with each other. This girl, named Janine, was a bit reluctant. She backed away and Griffin asked if she wanted to stop, to which she replied yes. But then they started doing it again.
Now I suspected this to be total bullshit. But this story checked out with Jen and 4 other people, so this may be something. And it was included that when asked if he liked Misha, he responded 'no'. But that was before they were together so it doesn't help much.
Want some more on this pile? The way Griffin acts around Misha is the same way he acted around the 30 other girlfriends he has been said to have had before. Now of course it's significantly less than that but it's definitely more than a normal boy should have.
Misha is an emotional wreck right now, and since Griffin is out of action at the moment there's no explanation until next week.
I still am trying to be on Griffin's side here since his feeling's toward Misha seem a bit too believable to not have any meaning. And this is exactly what he didn't want to do to Misha. He said she was just the nicest girl and didn't want to hurt her in any way. But how can I know if this is true or not anymore?
Misha doesn't deserve to be so emotionally confused when she is nothing but nice to everyone around her. I hope that Griffin is able to back himself up on this one. Because if he hurts her, it would just make me lose all respect for him.
I'm crossing my fingers that this is just more paranoia.
Live.
Misha has been awfully worried about Griffin lately and constantly say how much she misses him. They do seem like a cute couple, though. I do find it kind of annoying to see Misha talking about him non stop though. And she is SO PARANOID. She asked me if she thought she was being too clingy or if she thought Griffin really liked her.
I keep saying: "Griffin does seem to care about you a lot. You have nothing to worry about."
But she still keeps on thinking of bad theories that could possibly be true. Yet she doesn't consider the fact the HE came on to HER. Why would he do that if he didn't like her?
GOD DAMMIT JUST FUCK ME WITH A FIREY DAGGER! We used soldering guns in telecommunications and before I even started to apply the liquid-cancer I burnt my finger on the gun! And when I did melt the lead with the gun, I couldn't get it to stay on my project. Eventually I just gave up.
Late at night i got a message from Misha telling me about her conversation with a friend of hers. Apparently right after him and Nick broke up, he met up with some girl at a park and talked for a minute before making out with each other. This girl, named Janine, was a bit reluctant. She backed away and Griffin asked if she wanted to stop, to which she replied yes. But then they started doing it again.
Now I suspected this to be total bullshit. But this story checked out with Jen and 4 other people, so this may be something. And it was included that when asked if he liked Misha, he responded 'no'. But that was before they were together so it doesn't help much.
Want some more on this pile? The way Griffin acts around Misha is the same way he acted around the 30 other girlfriends he has been said to have had before. Now of course it's significantly less than that but it's definitely more than a normal boy should have.
Misha is an emotional wreck right now, and since Griffin is out of action at the moment there's no explanation until next week.
I still am trying to be on Griffin's side here since his feeling's toward Misha seem a bit too believable to not have any meaning. And this is exactly what he didn't want to do to Misha. He said she was just the nicest girl and didn't want to hurt her in any way. But how can I know if this is true or not anymore?
Misha doesn't deserve to be so emotionally confused when she is nothing but nice to everyone around her. I hope that Griffin is able to back himself up on this one. Because if he hurts her, it would just make me lose all respect for him.
I'm crossing my fingers that this is just more paranoia.
Live.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Purple for Spirit
Recently I read of 9 teen boys who committed suicide after being bullied constantly by homophobes. Here are the names of all the teens copied from this article:
Billy Lucas (15) September 9, 2010. Indiana
Cody J. Barker (17) September 13, 2010. Wisconsin
Seth Walsh (13) September 19, 2010. California
Tyler Clementi (18) September 22, 2010. New Jersey
Asher Brown (13) September 23, 2010. Texas
Harrison Chase Brown (15) September, 25 2010. Colorado (No detailed information about his death)
Raymond Chase (19) September 29, 2010. Rhode Island
Felix Sacco (17) September 29, 2010. Massachusetts
Caleb Nolt (14) September 30, 2010. Indiana
Click on any of the names to read more about these poor innocent people. Some you may have already known about.
I had read that someone is starting a sort of event on October 20th to remember those who have committed suicide after being bullied for their sexuality. On the PFLAG, the last color, purple, represents spirit. On October 20th we ask everyone to wear a purple shirt (or any garment of clothing) in spirit of those who couldn't live the kind of life they deserved.
I'm trying to help spread this event, and it would be kind if anyone could help.
Being overly-emotional I couldn't wait and decided to wear a purple scarf to school today. Apparently it was a very pretty scarf, according to Jen. Our friend Chris said however it was "the gayest scarf I've ever seen." You have no idea. Normally I'd be annoyed that people still actually call things 'gay' but Chris is a pretty nice person, for a football player at least.
Misha was telling me how much she misses Griffin being around. Apparently she didn't know how much Griffin felt the same way. I told her what he told me over the weekend. He cares about her but doesn't want to upset her parents because they are the homophobic type. She kept "aaaw"ing and shaking with butterflies since she thought it all so sweet of him. I couldn't believe she couldn't figure all this out when Griffin was so obvious.
Engineering is off the list for possible majors to enter. I just can't stand the freaking drafter program, no matter how many thousands of dollars it cost. If I can't even draw a block without putting a hole in my desk I don't think I should stick to it for the next 4 years. Tomorrow we go into telecommunications with that insane psycho teacher who thinks screaming at kids will get them to join his shop.
Fun ^_^
Live.
Billy Lucas (15) September 9, 2010. Indiana
Cody J. Barker (17) September 13, 2010. Wisconsin
Seth Walsh (13) September 19, 2010. California
Tyler Clementi (18) September 22, 2010. New Jersey
Asher Brown (13) September 23, 2010. Texas
Harrison Chase Brown (15) September, 25 2010. Colorado (No detailed information about his death)
Raymond Chase (19) September 29, 2010. Rhode Island
Felix Sacco (17) September 29, 2010. Massachusetts
Caleb Nolt (14) September 30, 2010. Indiana
Click on any of the names to read more about these poor innocent people. Some you may have already known about.
I had read that someone is starting a sort of event on October 20th to remember those who have committed suicide after being bullied for their sexuality. On the PFLAG, the last color, purple, represents spirit. On October 20th we ask everyone to wear a purple shirt (or any garment of clothing) in spirit of those who couldn't live the kind of life they deserved.
I'm trying to help spread this event, and it would be kind if anyone could help.
Being overly-emotional I couldn't wait and decided to wear a purple scarf to school today. Apparently it was a very pretty scarf, according to Jen. Our friend Chris said however it was "the gayest scarf I've ever seen." You have no idea. Normally I'd be annoyed that people still actually call things 'gay' but Chris is a pretty nice person, for a football player at least.
Misha was telling me how much she misses Griffin being around. Apparently she didn't know how much Griffin felt the same way. I told her what he told me over the weekend. He cares about her but doesn't want to upset her parents because they are the homophobic type. She kept "aaaw"ing and shaking with butterflies since she thought it all so sweet of him. I couldn't believe she couldn't figure all this out when Griffin was so obvious.
Engineering is off the list for possible majors to enter. I just can't stand the freaking drafter program, no matter how many thousands of dollars it cost. If I can't even draw a block without putting a hole in my desk I don't think I should stick to it for the next 4 years. Tomorrow we go into telecommunications with that insane psycho teacher who thinks screaming at kids will get them to join his shop.
Fun ^_^
Live.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
When Was the Last Time I Cried?
A Day To Remember is releasing a new album in just a couple weeks! Eeep! They almost had me fooled with this promo. But honestly it was funny as shit to watch even though I thought my favorite band turned into a bunch of pussies like Panic At the Disco did:
Today absolutely blew. I was on bag boy duty the whole damn day at work. And I got my break only an hour into my shift so I wouldn't get another until I went home 4 hours later. And to pile on more dog shit I was placed at the busiest register. People are so stupid. There's 2 open registers down at the end and yet they decide to form a 3 carriage line behind us.
By 5:00, I just started to shift into "fuck it" mode. I just sort of dumped everyone's groceries in bags and didn't even check if I had put the eggs under a watermelon.
When I got off work I practically motored my way outside. When I got out to the parking lot I just started sprinting to my sister's car. Lucky for me there wasn't any traffic. I almost got hit by a car since I didn't bother to check if any were coming. But since I'm a really fast runner they missed.
While sitting in the car I was listening to music and just sat there thinking. And suddenly, I began to cry. I won't say what it was but the thought just hit me harder than it used to.
I'm fine now; just a momentary emotional instability I guess. But I'm tired, and have too much shit to do before I sleep so I better wrap things up here.
Live.
Today absolutely blew. I was on bag boy duty the whole damn day at work. And I got my break only an hour into my shift so I wouldn't get another until I went home 4 hours later. And to pile on more dog shit I was placed at the busiest register. People are so stupid. There's 2 open registers down at the end and yet they decide to form a 3 carriage line behind us.
By 5:00, I just started to shift into "fuck it" mode. I just sort of dumped everyone's groceries in bags and didn't even check if I had put the eggs under a watermelon.
When I got off work I practically motored my way outside. When I got out to the parking lot I just started sprinting to my sister's car. Lucky for me there wasn't any traffic. I almost got hit by a car since I didn't bother to check if any were coming. But since I'm a really fast runner they missed.
While sitting in the car I was listening to music and just sat there thinking. And suddenly, I began to cry. I won't say what it was but the thought just hit me harder than it used to.
I'm fine now; just a momentary emotional instability I guess. But I'm tired, and have too much shit to do before I sleep so I better wrap things up here.
Live.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Why we don't have Plastic Knives
The only thing Blogger can't do is let you reply to comments. Why would they skip something so obvious?
Ah, the morning shift. So quiet and cool and no harsh sun blinding you just yet. It's the best. Didn't start off so great because when I clocked in I grabbed the wrong card. Luckily Danielle was able to fix things. And on top of that, I got to push carts. Now I know I said I hated pushing carts but when it's the first thing in the morning I felt like I wanted to do it all day. And I got to help some nice people.
Okay, some old bitch was overdue to drop dead today. First, she wants this thing in that bag and these things in those bags and don't forget the zipper. Then halfway through she asks me if it was my first day, and I hadn't even done anything wrong.
"No, actually I've been here for a while now."
"Well I'm gonna teach you how to do it right."
Who's the damn employee here?
"I know a lot about food since I work at a bakery."
Yeah, you're the one who does the shopping.
"And besides you're young and there's a certain age where..."
Shoot me, please...
She took about 10 minutes to deal with and kept 3 customers waiting irritably behind her. And after we were finished, she said thank you to the cashier and that she's a very good worker. She then walks past me and says:
"You still have a lot to learn and should keep learning every day."
And you should fall in a ditch.
She then proceeded to tell me some useless fact about the differences between fruits and vegetables, at which point I'm just trying to shoo her out of here without taking a broom to the side of her head. So I put on a "fuck you" smile and said:
"Oh really, I didn't know that!"
"Keep learning! Bye!"
"Bye!" And don't let the door break your hip on the way out.
Me and the cashier looked at each other in agreement over her cuntiness, while I flipped her the bird in my head.
"You guys wouldn't happen to have any utensils, would you?" Someone was asking us as she was checking out. I grabbed our little box of forks and spoons and she took a fork. "Oh, you don't have knives?" The cashier said we weren't allowed to keep them behind the counter and that they were in the bakery.
"Why not? It's not like we're going to stab a bitch or something," I joked. But I guess I was wrong. The very next customer was another uptight bitch. Trying to organize her food in different bags and when she was trying to tell me where everything went she kept going,
"Only these items in here. Only these items. Only these items. Only these items. Only these items..."
I had to grip the counter to keep from taking her mini pumpkins and force-feeding them to her.
So clearly, loooong day. At least I was able to get a couple bucks as a tip for helping someone load their car to buy a Raspberry Lime-Rickey on my break. Tasted. Like. Rainbows.
Ah, the morning shift. So quiet and cool and no harsh sun blinding you just yet. It's the best. Didn't start off so great because when I clocked in I grabbed the wrong card. Luckily Danielle was able to fix things. And on top of that, I got to push carts. Now I know I said I hated pushing carts but when it's the first thing in the morning I felt like I wanted to do it all day. And I got to help some nice people.
Okay, some old bitch was overdue to drop dead today. First, she wants this thing in that bag and these things in those bags and don't forget the zipper. Then halfway through she asks me if it was my first day, and I hadn't even done anything wrong.
"No, actually I've been here for a while now."
"Well I'm gonna teach you how to do it right."
Who's the damn employee here?
"I know a lot about food since I work at a bakery."
Yeah, you're the one who does the shopping.
"And besides you're young and there's a certain age where..."
Shoot me, please...
She took about 10 minutes to deal with and kept 3 customers waiting irritably behind her. And after we were finished, she said thank you to the cashier and that she's a very good worker. She then walks past me and says:
"You still have a lot to learn and should keep learning every day."
And you should fall in a ditch.
She then proceeded to tell me some useless fact about the differences between fruits and vegetables, at which point I'm just trying to shoo her out of here without taking a broom to the side of her head. So I put on a "fuck you" smile and said:
"Oh really, I didn't know that!"
"Keep learning! Bye!"
"Bye!" And don't let the door break your hip on the way out.
Me and the cashier looked at each other in agreement over her cuntiness, while I flipped her the bird in my head.
"You guys wouldn't happen to have any utensils, would you?" Someone was asking us as she was checking out. I grabbed our little box of forks and spoons and she took a fork. "Oh, you don't have knives?" The cashier said we weren't allowed to keep them behind the counter and that they were in the bakery.
"Why not? It's not like we're going to stab a bitch or something," I joked. But I guess I was wrong. The very next customer was another uptight bitch. Trying to organize her food in different bags and when she was trying to tell me where everything went she kept going,
"Only these items in here. Only these items. Only these items. Only these items. Only these items..."
I had to grip the counter to keep from taking her mini pumpkins and force-feeding them to her.
So clearly, loooong day. At least I was able to get a couple bucks as a tip for helping someone load their car to buy a Raspberry Lime-Rickey on my break. Tasted. Like. Rainbows.
Live.
Friday, October 1, 2010
I Know All the Rules
You know I felt pretty bad that when I got a face full of hot water in the shower my first instinct was to shut my eyes and open my mouth wide...
So I stood up to mom about the whole math club bullshit. We ended up arguing over the phone (I almost cried) and I told her that I'd at least liked to have looked at my options first and actually had a say in what will be my life. Then the argument trailed off in another direction but I won't go further in that...
Which is why there was no post yesterday. Independence gets my shit taken from me so the computer was off limits. oh well not much happened anyway.
Today, I was all over the place. School, meh kind of day. My nutty science teacher caught a glimpse of my "propaganda". Of all the people who would see this I knew he would be the one who loves the the most. Like me he's an anti-American who must have not been able to get out of this country. That or he loves his job, which I'd kill to work at this school. IT'S THE SHIT :D
After school I had to go for my physical. Me and mum filled out a questionaire. It was originally supposed to be just for her but I demanded to help because I reminded her she didn't know anything about me. And I was right. We had her make a guess and then I give the correct answer. More than half the time she was wrong so I'm glad she gave in to me.
So gays, ever try so freaking hard not to get a boner when the doctor is inspecting your balls?(Oh that word sounds to horrible in this situation). I gaze through fucking time and space and just blank out my mind. Though this time the doc told me to spread my legs. In my mind I'm just like What the fuck? I didn't study for this part of the test!
After the check-up was done the doctor sent my mom out of the room. Oh shit I'm getting stabbed... He sat me back down and told me about the risks of HIV especially in gay men. And how the choice I make to use a condom and such is one of the most important I will make. Throughout the conversation I gave him glares of disagreement, but he could read me. Like when he said HIV was common in gays, when I glared, he stopped and assured that the same goes for everyone. And again when he said a "choice in my life." He could see how I thought he was talking about me being gay.
Eventually I just stopped him.
"Look, I'm not another clueless kid. I know more than most people, and maybe more than I should. So when I do decide to have sex, I'll know my chances when wearing protection or not. And nobody can convince me otherwise. Because when it comes right down to it, I put myself before everyone else. I make my decisions for me and me only, and know EXACTLY what I'm doing. I know all the rules, and I don't need help from anyone. So there's no need to worry about me."
We got up, shook hands with a "thank you", and left each other.
And for my last trick I went shopping with mum in exchange for a new pair of headphones, and a chance to cash my paycheck. And I kind of like shopping with her, because I can just pick up shit off the shelves and she won't want to go back and return anything if she doesn't want to get it. So I was able to pick up some expensive shampoo and heat spray for my hair, very fruity Sobe, Chill, and a very luxurious loaf of bread. Ahhh, so little slices and yet twice as expensive as Wonder.
At around 5:30 in the checkout of the store, a mental note kicked me. You forgot to eat since breakfast. Eggs and toast last longer than you think. But my stomach burned from the lack of energy so I snagged a bag of chips off a shelf and munched :3
Okay I need sleep since I got the morning shift at work tomorrow, and need time to experiment with my hair. Night!
Live.
So I stood up to mom about the whole math club bullshit. We ended up arguing over the phone (I almost cried) and I told her that I'd at least liked to have looked at my options first and actually had a say in what will be my life. Then the argument trailed off in another direction but I won't go further in that...
Which is why there was no post yesterday. Independence gets my shit taken from me so the computer was off limits. oh well not much happened anyway.
Today, I was all over the place. School, meh kind of day. My nutty science teacher caught a glimpse of my "propaganda". Of all the people who would see this I knew he would be the one who loves the the most. Like me he's an anti-American who must have not been able to get out of this country. That or he loves his job, which I'd kill to work at this school. IT'S THE SHIT :D
After school I had to go for my physical. Me and mum filled out a questionaire. It was originally supposed to be just for her but I demanded to help because I reminded her she didn't know anything about me. And I was right. We had her make a guess and then I give the correct answer. More than half the time she was wrong so I'm glad she gave in to me.
So gays, ever try so freaking hard not to get a boner when the doctor is inspecting your balls?(Oh that word sounds to horrible in this situation). I gaze through fucking time and space and just blank out my mind. Though this time the doc told me to spread my legs. In my mind I'm just like What the fuck? I didn't study for this part of the test!
After the check-up was done the doctor sent my mom out of the room. Oh shit I'm getting stabbed... He sat me back down and told me about the risks of HIV especially in gay men. And how the choice I make to use a condom and such is one of the most important I will make. Throughout the conversation I gave him glares of disagreement, but he could read me. Like when he said HIV was common in gays, when I glared, he stopped and assured that the same goes for everyone. And again when he said a "choice in my life." He could see how I thought he was talking about me being gay.
Eventually I just stopped him.
"Look, I'm not another clueless kid. I know more than most people, and maybe more than I should. So when I do decide to have sex, I'll know my chances when wearing protection or not. And nobody can convince me otherwise. Because when it comes right down to it, I put myself before everyone else. I make my decisions for me and me only, and know EXACTLY what I'm doing. I know all the rules, and I don't need help from anyone. So there's no need to worry about me."
We got up, shook hands with a "thank you", and left each other.
And for my last trick I went shopping with mum in exchange for a new pair of headphones, and a chance to cash my paycheck. And I kind of like shopping with her, because I can just pick up shit off the shelves and she won't want to go back and return anything if she doesn't want to get it. So I was able to pick up some expensive shampoo and heat spray for my hair, very fruity Sobe, Chill, and a very luxurious loaf of bread. Ahhh, so little slices and yet twice as expensive as Wonder.
At around 5:30 in the checkout of the store, a mental note kicked me. You forgot to eat since breakfast. Eggs and toast last longer than you think. But my stomach burned from the lack of energy so I snagged a bag of chips off a shelf and munched :3
Okay I need sleep since I got the morning shift at work tomorrow, and need time to experiment with my hair. Night!
Live.
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