SO, ANOTHER YEAR HAS COME AND GONE. . .
What is it about birthdays that makes us (or at least me), take stock in our lives? I feel like for the past twenty four hours or so, that's all I've been doing. And sadly, I cornered this poor guy last night at (ugh) The Complex who listened to me rant and rave about all sorts of shit. He seemed genuinely interested (for chrissakes, he's a PhD candidate at SLU for Counseling), and we had actual, intelligent conversation that involved more than monosyllabic words. We exchanged numbers, and we'll see what happens, I guess.
Oh, and get this. Yet another gay guy I now know named Mike. Sweet Jesus, apparently STL is the epicenter of "gay guys named Mike".
5/31/2003
HEHEHE. SOMEHOW, THIS QUIZ MADE ME FEEL A BIT BETTER THIS MORNING. . .
Some people say you are evil, but you just haven't trained them yet.
You know how to play the pleasure and pain game.
And, boy, you know how well pleasure and pain go together.
You eventually get everyone under hot dripping wax!
You will gladly teach this perverted oddball course.
You can easily teach cock torture, needle play, and trampling.
Now doesn't that sound like a fun course description?
What's Class Should You Teach?
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Do you think that's a sign?
You Should Teach Sadism 101!
Some people say you are evil, but you just haven't trained them yet.
You know how to play the pleasure and pain game.
And, boy, you know how well pleasure and pain go together.
You eventually get everyone under hot dripping wax!
You will gladly teach this perverted oddball course.
You can easily teach cock torture, needle play, and trampling.
Now doesn't that sound like a fun course description?
What's Class Should You Teach?
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Do you think that's a sign?
5/30/2003
BECAUSE MY BIRTHDAY'S GOT ME IN A CONTEMPLATIVE MOOD. . .
This week's Friday Five:
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Hrm. At this point in my life, how bout a cliche: "I want to be remembered as being a good friend." Blech. I was going to say, "Make a difference in the world," but this article suggests that my future chosen career path isn't going to make a huge mark on the world as a whole.
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
Hrm. Sadly, the only one I can think of right now is, "Condoms are easier to change than babies," a quote from one of my favorite bumper stickers. I *have* been having "the sex" more often than not these days, so maybe that's fitting.
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
Graduating from college? Yeah, it's been a slow year, I guess.
4. What about the past ten years?
Hrm. Well, since I'm spanning back to the ripe old age of 13, I'd have to say see number 4. Seriously, who accomplishes anything in their teen years?
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
Speak your mind and stand your ground, but try not to be closed-minded to other's opinions. Even if you think you have the best solution or opinion, others might be able to persuade you or tweak your point of view, if you just try to listen.
This week's Friday Five:
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Hrm. At this point in my life, how bout a cliche: "I want to be remembered as being a good friend." Blech. I was going to say, "Make a difference in the world," but this article suggests that my future chosen career path isn't going to make a huge mark on the world as a whole.
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
Hrm. Sadly, the only one I can think of right now is, "Condoms are easier to change than babies," a quote from one of my favorite bumper stickers. I *have* been having "the sex" more often than not these days, so maybe that's fitting.
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
Graduating from college? Yeah, it's been a slow year, I guess.
4. What about the past ten years?
Hrm. Well, since I'm spanning back to the ripe old age of 13, I'd have to say see number 4. Seriously, who accomplishes anything in their teen years?
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
Speak your mind and stand your ground, but try not to be closed-minded to other's opinions. Even if you think you have the best solution or opinion, others might be able to persuade you or tweak your point of view, if you just try to listen.
HAPPY FRIGGIN' BIRTHDAY TO ME. . .
What a great start to my 23rd year. Spend the first few hours getting in an argument with drunken dad, and nearly had to remind my Mom what today was about. Seriously, the day could only get better if someone runs over my cat, or I found out I was pregnant or something. With the way today's going, I'm leaving room for damned near any possibility.
What a great start to my 23rd year. Spend the first few hours getting in an argument with drunken dad, and nearly had to remind my Mom what today was about. Seriously, the day could only get better if someone runs over my cat, or I found out I was pregnant or something. With the way today's going, I'm leaving room for damned near any possibility.
5/29/2003
AVERT YOUR EYES IF YOU'RE EASILY EMBARRASSED. . .
Just so you know. . . I was the inaugural contestant in the Uffish Thoughts Naughty 'Nad Jewelry Challenge. I mean, c'mon . . . I've been "Naked Jay" on here for nearly a year, and not even one gratuitous nudity shot? I'd hate to be losing my touch. . .
So, be on the lookout for a nice picture of lil' Jay in the near future. Not that he's little at all. Naw. Mammoth, monsterous, maybe. But not lil'.*
*And if there are any readers who can attest otherwise, I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut. Just let the pictures speak for themselves.
Just so you know. . . I was the inaugural contestant in the Uffish Thoughts Naughty 'Nad Jewelry Challenge. I mean, c'mon . . . I've been "Naked Jay" on here for nearly a year, and not even one gratuitous nudity shot? I'd hate to be losing my touch. . .
So, be on the lookout for a nice picture of lil' Jay in the near future. Not that he's little at all. Naw. Mammoth, monsterous, maybe. But not lil'.*
*And if there are any readers who can attest otherwise, I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut. Just let the pictures speak for themselves.
LOOK OUT, I'M JUMPING ON MY SOAPBOX. . .
Found out from a friend that this proposed Constitutional Amendment is quietly making it's way through legislation.
Right now, this has only been introduced in the House, and will not be debated until next week. Write to your representatives, and voice your opinion.
On a side note, my representative in the House is Dick Gephardt, a current presidential candiate vying for the Democratic Nomination. There's been lots of local and national media coverage about his decision to use his lesbian daughter, Chrissy, in his campaign. I'm curious to see how he votes on this when it comes up.
But I digress. My biggest problem with differentiating "gay marriages" or "civil unions" from "straight" marriages is the same problems that I've had with the majority of political views from GLBT action groups.
I feel like I'm beating a dead horse here, because most of my friends have heard this rant already. The struggle for "gay rights" shouldn't be about separation. Marriage, sexual activity, etc. shouldn't be a "gay v. straight" issue. (That's another reason why I'm not a big fan of PrideFest celebrations, but that's another conversation, entirely.) The fight that we all should be having, gay or straight, black or white, etc. is for equal rights. We should live in a country where there doesn't need to be a difference. If I want to marry a man or woman, it shouldn't matter. If I want to identify as bisexual, gay, straight, it shouldn't matter.
But, unfortunately, it does to most people, because we're socialized to place people in categories. Society's categories give us a feeling of self, a way of defining ourselves by defining others.
Additionally, until that distinction isn't made, I cringe everytime I hear a gay or lesbian couple say they're getting "married." I'm not saying that couple doesn't love each other enough to deserve a ceremony in front of family and friends (in fact, there have been vegas marriages made of much less), but it's not a marriage. Marriage involves a legal, binding contract. And also, I know I'm conforming to stereotypes, but I find more faith in lesbian couples who have a ceremony, as opposed to gay men. I've met too many "married" gay couples who are still in "open" relationships. Despite my very liberal, open views of sexuality, if you're in a committed relationship, that's it. No if's, and's, or but's. Suzie and her "wife" or Lyle and his "husband" shouldn't be ok with each other getting some action on the side, whether in presence of each other's company, or not. Just my opinion. Take it or leave it. Feel free to comment or drop me a line if you think of something I might have forgotten, or if you want to spar a few rounds and tell me I'm wrong. Just play nice, kids. No hitting below the belt, and no bashing of others.
*THUMP* And I've jumped off my soapbox, for the moment, at least.
Found out from a friend that this proposed Constitutional Amendment is quietly making it's way through legislation.
Right now, this has only been introduced in the House, and will not be debated until next week. Write to your representatives, and voice your opinion.
On a side note, my representative in the House is Dick Gephardt, a current presidential candiate vying for the Democratic Nomination. There's been lots of local and national media coverage about his decision to use his lesbian daughter, Chrissy, in his campaign. I'm curious to see how he votes on this when it comes up.
But I digress. My biggest problem with differentiating "gay marriages" or "civil unions" from "straight" marriages is the same problems that I've had with the majority of political views from GLBT action groups.
I feel like I'm beating a dead horse here, because most of my friends have heard this rant already. The struggle for "gay rights" shouldn't be about separation. Marriage, sexual activity, etc. shouldn't be a "gay v. straight" issue. (That's another reason why I'm not a big fan of PrideFest celebrations, but that's another conversation, entirely.) The fight that we all should be having, gay or straight, black or white, etc. is for equal rights. We should live in a country where there doesn't need to be a difference. If I want to marry a man or woman, it shouldn't matter. If I want to identify as bisexual, gay, straight, it shouldn't matter.
But, unfortunately, it does to most people, because we're socialized to place people in categories. Society's categories give us a feeling of self, a way of defining ourselves by defining others.
Additionally, until that distinction isn't made, I cringe everytime I hear a gay or lesbian couple say they're getting "married." I'm not saying that couple doesn't love each other enough to deserve a ceremony in front of family and friends (in fact, there have been vegas marriages made of much less), but it's not a marriage. Marriage involves a legal, binding contract. And also, I know I'm conforming to stereotypes, but I find more faith in lesbian couples who have a ceremony, as opposed to gay men. I've met too many "married" gay couples who are still in "open" relationships. Despite my very liberal, open views of sexuality, if you're in a committed relationship, that's it. No if's, and's, or but's. Suzie and her "wife" or Lyle and his "husband" shouldn't be ok with each other getting some action on the side, whether in presence of each other's company, or not. Just my opinion. Take it or leave it. Feel free to comment or drop me a line if you think of something I might have forgotten, or if you want to spar a few rounds and tell me I'm wrong. Just play nice, kids. No hitting below the belt, and no bashing of others.
*THUMP* And I've jumped off my soapbox, for the moment, at least.
PAGING DR. FREUD. . .
So do you think it means something if you have a dream that your father is chasing you 'round the house shooting at you with a pellet gun? And on top of that, in your dream, you list the crimes he's committing while he's shooting you?
Also, Blogger's pissing me off. In case you haven't noticed, my right column is missing. Grrr.
So do you think it means something if you have a dream that your father is chasing you 'round the house shooting at you with a pellet gun? And on top of that, in your dream, you list the crimes he's committing while he's shooting you?
Also, Blogger's pissing me off. In case you haven't noticed, my right column is missing. Grrr.
5/28/2003
YOU KNOW. . .
There's nothing more disconcerting than thinking you're getting some funny forward or random snippet from a good friend, and then it turns out to be a solicitation for animal porn. Fucking Hotmail.
There's nothing more disconcerting than thinking you're getting some funny forward or random snippet from a good friend, and then it turns out to be a solicitation for animal porn. Fucking Hotmail.
5/27/2003
HEY KIDS. . . LONG TIME NO BLOG.
Sorry for the lack of updates for the past few days. I've been ridiculously busy doing random yardwork for the parents. They're working me like an old pack mule, I tell ya. But I *promise* (and mean it this time) that tomorrow, between cleaning and laundry, I'm gonna be doin lotsa posting, and lotsa job hunting online. Fun fun fun.
Till tomorrow. . .
Sorry for the lack of updates for the past few days. I've been ridiculously busy doing random yardwork for the parents. They're working me like an old pack mule, I tell ya. But I *promise* (and mean it this time) that tomorrow, between cleaning and laundry, I'm gonna be doin lotsa posting, and lotsa job hunting online. Fun fun fun.
Till tomorrow. . .
5/23/2003
INCOME 60 DAYS TO END? THAT'S AWFULLY OPTIMSTIC. . .
Compliments of Rob's Amazing Poem Generator:
Inside and a few beers,
and folk songs.Saturday:
because income I
think 60 days to end
of Naked Jay Age_22 D.
o.b._05.
Props to Beta Brotha Chris for the linkage.
Also, do you know how hard it is to type when there's a 15-pound pussy on your lap? I promise you, it isn't as exciting as it sounds. *grin*
Compliments of Rob's Amazing Poem Generator:
Inside and a few beers,
and folk songs.Saturday:
because income I
think 60 days to end
of Naked Jay Age_22 D.
o.b._05.
Props to Beta Brotha Chris for the linkage.
Also, do you know how hard it is to type when there's a 15-pound pussy on your lap? I promise you, it isn't as exciting as it sounds. *grin*
5/22/2003
HRM. I'M NOT SURE ABOUT THIS ONE. . .
You should be a Virgo, Your fair, talented,
Hardworking, and Beautiful inside and out, But
sometimes you can be snobbish, and a little
cruel.
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Although it's nice that I'm only snobbish and cruel some of the time.
Hey kids, I'm apologizing ahead of time for being so lazy this week. These past two weeks, I've been surprisingly busy for a recent graduate, and just needed a few days to be lazy (um, lazy more than usual, I guess). But tomorrow, fear not. I've got lots of laundry and cleaning to do, so I'm basically secluding myself in my dungeon-like room. Which means lots of times to take a blog-break. Huzzah, indeed.
Props to Toddly for the linkage.
You should be a Virgo, Your fair, talented,
Hardworking, and Beautiful inside and out, But
sometimes you can be snobbish, and a little
cruel.
~*What is your TRUE Zodiac sign?*~(WITH NEW PIC'S!!!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Although it's nice that I'm only snobbish and cruel some of the time.
Hey kids, I'm apologizing ahead of time for being so lazy this week. These past two weeks, I've been surprisingly busy for a recent graduate, and just needed a few days to be lazy (um, lazy more than usual, I guess). But tomorrow, fear not. I've got lots of laundry and cleaning to do, so I'm basically secluding myself in my dungeon-like room. Which means lots of times to take a blog-break. Huzzah, indeed.
Props to Toddly for the linkage.
WORD. AIGHT. DAG, YO.
Yay! Teen Girl Squad!
I just got my new Teen Girl Squad t-shirt today. I think it's hella cool. However, it's a little bigger than I expected. Luckily, "Pre-Shrunk" never really means preshrunk. To the washing machine!
Yay! Teen Girl Squad!
I just got my new Teen Girl Squad t-shirt today. I think it's hella cool. However, it's a little bigger than I expected. Luckily, "Pre-Shrunk" never really means preshrunk. To the washing machine!
5/19/2003
HEHEHEH. . .
Party animal Gemini is a major flirt, and you'll have no trouble spotting one.
Your Gemini loves to party and have a good time, even if it's 8AM!
Simply flirt along with a Gemini you're attracted to, and you have it made... at least for a while.
Just don't think you'll get your Gemini to stop flirting!
Even if your Gemini falls in love with you and loves you to the end of time, he / she will love to flirt!
It is just part of the Gemini nature and does not have anything to do with you.
Once you've got a Gemini in your arms, be gentle and understanding.
Their extrovert personality can wear them out and need post party down time.
Not a bad deal, right? Especially considering "down time" is in bed!
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I'm surprised, though, because everything I've read tells me that two geminis have fun, but won't last. Interesting. . .
But these are pretty right on. Jen, Jaimee, wouldn't you agree?
You'll Fall in Love With A Gemini!
Party animal Gemini is a major flirt, and you'll have no trouble spotting one.
Your Gemini loves to party and have a good time, even if it's 8AM!
Simply flirt along with a Gemini you're attracted to, and you have it made... at least for a while.
Just don't think you'll get your Gemini to stop flirting!
Even if your Gemini falls in love with you and loves you to the end of time, he / she will love to flirt!
It is just part of the Gemini nature and does not have anything to do with you.
Once you've got a Gemini in your arms, be gentle and understanding.
Their extrovert personality can wear them out and need post party down time.
Not a bad deal, right? Especially considering "down time" is in bed!
What Sign Should Your Lover Be?
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I'm surprised, though, because everything I've read tells me that two geminis have fun, but won't last. Interesting. . .
But these are pretty right on. Jen, Jaimee, wouldn't you agree?
NOT QUITE THE MAY DAY PROJECT:
I thought I lost my camera on the barhop extravaganza that was my graduation night. But surprise! I found it while cleaning my car before the Springfield Trip. So it's a bit of a combo deal. Part of my graduation (or at least the hours before), and then some pics of last weekend. Fun times.
I thought I lost my camera on the barhop extravaganza that was my graduation night. But surprise! I found it while cleaning my car before the Springfield Trip. So it's a bit of a combo deal. Part of my graduation (or at least the hours before), and then some pics of last weekend. Fun times.
FOR THOSE OF YOU NOT IN SAINT LOUIS LAST SATURDAY. . .
(and one of my readers will forever be teased for not being at my ceremony, when I showed up to her's)
Anyway, here's a quick picture of the big moment. I don't know how long it'll be there, though, so take a peek while you can.
(and one of my readers will forever be teased for not being at my ceremony, when I showed up to her's)
Anyway, here's a quick picture of the big moment. I don't know how long it'll be there, though, so take a peek while you can.
SO WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?
Well, I've been partying like an undergrad. Went to the buckle of the bible belt this weekend to see Jaimee and a few other brothas graduate. Seriously, there's nothing like a weekend with the Reid family to make a boy feel loved, and sufficently fed. Here's some highlights:
Thursday night: Wonderful roast beef, mashed potatoes, and other scrumptious goodies, complimented by a dirty Grey Goose. What a way to start the night.
Remington's. Power Hour. The poor college student's answer to drinking on a budget. $5 cover, free drinks from 9-10 pm, $1 a piece afterward. 'Nuff said. Plus, I saw my friend Anthony from classes at Webster, as he was visiting some SMSU kids of his own.
Friday: You've gotta love a family that offers me a bloody mary first thing in the morning, after a long night of partying. Add some sandwiches and a few beers, and we're off to graduation. Hella crowded, as usual. President Keiser droned on about nothing, as usual. In fact, I think he's used the same speech for the past three years. More beer, then lots of Mediterranean food. Mmmm. We capped the night off with beer, wine, family stories, and folk songs.
Saturday: At this point, the weekend's becoming a blur, but there was more beer. Lots of beer. We finished off the beer with some thick steaks, some lamb cutlets, caesar salad, a nice shiraz blend, and more brownies and cake. Then we headed to the bars for more beer. Then back to Jessica's house for even more beer.
Sunday: Unpacked the house for the last and final time. Sadness. Drove home. Stopped at one of the "Adult Superstores" on I-44 to pick up some porn on DVD. (Apparently, pornography destroys people, so you might spontaneously combust when reading your Playboy)
Spent the evening not sleeping, per the norm, and instead watched lots of movies, courtesy of NetFlix.
Anyhoo, it's time for a shower, and the job search continues. . .
Well, I've been partying like an undergrad. Went to the buckle of the bible belt this weekend to see Jaimee and a few other brothas graduate. Seriously, there's nothing like a weekend with the Reid family to make a boy feel loved, and sufficently fed. Here's some highlights:
Thursday night: Wonderful roast beef, mashed potatoes, and other scrumptious goodies, complimented by a dirty Grey Goose. What a way to start the night.
Remington's. Power Hour. The poor college student's answer to drinking on a budget. $5 cover, free drinks from 9-10 pm, $1 a piece afterward. 'Nuff said. Plus, I saw my friend Anthony from classes at Webster, as he was visiting some SMSU kids of his own.
Friday: You've gotta love a family that offers me a bloody mary first thing in the morning, after a long night of partying. Add some sandwiches and a few beers, and we're off to graduation. Hella crowded, as usual. President Keiser droned on about nothing, as usual. In fact, I think he's used the same speech for the past three years. More beer, then lots of Mediterranean food. Mmmm. We capped the night off with beer, wine, family stories, and folk songs.
Saturday: At this point, the weekend's becoming a blur, but there was more beer. Lots of beer. We finished off the beer with some thick steaks, some lamb cutlets, caesar salad, a nice shiraz blend, and more brownies and cake. Then we headed to the bars for more beer. Then back to Jessica's house for even more beer.
Sunday: Unpacked the house for the last and final time. Sadness. Drove home. Stopped at one of the "Adult Superstores" on I-44 to pick up some porn on DVD. (Apparently, pornography destroys people, so you might spontaneously combust when reading your Playboy)
Spent the evening not sleeping, per the norm, and instead watched lots of movies, courtesy of NetFlix.
Anyhoo, it's time for a shower, and the job search continues. . .
5/14/2003
"THERE'S NO STRESS IN THE HOUSE ANYMORE. . ."
Quoth my dear drunken father. I guess now would be a good time to catch you up on what happened with Mom and Dad since the last time I spoke about it:
Here was the plan:
Dad would continue to drink until my graduation party on Saturday, because he "couldn't handle it." (I still can't believe Mom agreed/believed this, as it was just an excuse. There will always be "something," some social situation that he won't be able to handle.)
Dad would then start going to Alcoholics Anonymous, starting on Monday. (Which he didn't. Additionally, I don't think Dad will be helped by AA, as it is strictly a volunteer program. He needs to enter into a facility for at least 30 days, but I think 60 days would be more acceptable. I don't even know if programs are offered that long. However, because Dad's income is a major source of the household income, I don't see it happening.)
If things don't work out, Mom would leave for Springfield, MO in September, when she has another week of vacation planned. (Why Springfield, you ask, as I did? Because she's familiar with the town, the cost of living is cheap, and it's still only a three hour drive or so to my grandparents, in case of an emergency. On that note, if there were a major medical emergency that required hospitalization of my grandparents, they'd be med-vac'd to Springfield, anyway.)
So. . . Dad's theory is that since I've graduated, there's no more stress in the house. Nevermind the fact that I have no job, no idea what I want to do with my degree (if anything), I want to get out of this house more than life itself, I have no faith in dad's efforts of recovery, in addition to no faith in my parents staying together. Etc, Etc, Etc. But yeah, apparently now, there's no stress.
And I had such a good time with Bryan tonight. What a pissy way to end a perfectly nice evening.
BTW, this *still* isn't the rant that I'm planning to bitch about tomorrow.
Quoth my dear drunken father. I guess now would be a good time to catch you up on what happened with Mom and Dad since the last time I spoke about it:
Here was the plan:
Dad would continue to drink until my graduation party on Saturday, because he "couldn't handle it." (I still can't believe Mom agreed/believed this, as it was just an excuse. There will always be "something," some social situation that he won't be able to handle.)
Dad would then start going to Alcoholics Anonymous, starting on Monday. (Which he didn't. Additionally, I don't think Dad will be helped by AA, as it is strictly a volunteer program. He needs to enter into a facility for at least 30 days, but I think 60 days would be more acceptable. I don't even know if programs are offered that long. However, because Dad's income is a major source of the household income, I don't see it happening.)
If things don't work out, Mom would leave for Springfield, MO in September, when she has another week of vacation planned. (Why Springfield, you ask, as I did? Because she's familiar with the town, the cost of living is cheap, and it's still only a three hour drive or so to my grandparents, in case of an emergency. On that note, if there were a major medical emergency that required hospitalization of my grandparents, they'd be med-vac'd to Springfield, anyway.)
So. . . Dad's theory is that since I've graduated, there's no more stress in the house. Nevermind the fact that I have no job, no idea what I want to do with my degree (if anything), I want to get out of this house more than life itself, I have no faith in dad's efforts of recovery, in addition to no faith in my parents staying together. Etc, Etc, Etc. But yeah, apparently now, there's no stress.
And I had such a good time with Bryan tonight. What a pissy way to end a perfectly nice evening.
BTW, this *still* isn't the rant that I'm planning to bitch about tomorrow.
5/13/2003
5/10/2003
TOO. . .EARLY . . . TO GRADUATE. . .
Well, at least I got some sleep last night. I'm usually still up at this time of day.
Also, I've found a new toothpaste that is absolutely wonderful. However, just to warn you, it tastes like a combination of mint and orange juice. Surprisingly, not in a bad way.
Well, at least I got some sleep last night. I'm usually still up at this time of day.
Also, I've found a new toothpaste that is absolutely wonderful. However, just to warn you, it tastes like a combination of mint and orange juice. Surprisingly, not in a bad way.
OK, SO I'M A TEASE. DEAL WITH IT.
The rant so eagerly promised earlier this week isn't even close to being done. My random thoughts aren't organized, my research isn't done, etc. (Although, faithful readers will expect nothing less.) I've been hella busy today, with random housework/cleaning chores, a haircut, a few beers, and lots of family. Which, of course, means no time to myself. No matter. I graduate in nearly 6 hours, so there.
Things I still need to accomplish in those six hours:
1) Shave
2) Shower
3) Press my robe (Unlikely, but it's still a goal)
4) Press my suit (see number 3)
In other news, I've got three fresh, steaming pics to start off my May Day Project. Granted, the day started out in my idea of gay hell (you'll understand when you see the pics), but at least I'm keeping up. Pardon the (hopefully) four-hour interruption, as I sleep.
The rant so eagerly promised earlier this week isn't even close to being done. My random thoughts aren't organized, my research isn't done, etc. (Although, faithful readers will expect nothing less.) I've been hella busy today, with random housework/cleaning chores, a haircut, a few beers, and lots of family. Which, of course, means no time to myself. No matter. I graduate in nearly 6 hours, so there.
Things I still need to accomplish in those six hours:
1) Shave
2) Shower
3) Press my robe (Unlikely, but it's still a goal)
4) Press my suit (see number 3)
In other news, I've got three fresh, steaming pics to start off my May Day Project. Granted, the day started out in my idea of gay hell (you'll understand when you see the pics), but at least I'm keeping up. Pardon the (hopefully) four-hour interruption, as I sleep.
5/08/2003
WHY FIGHT IT?
Apparently, I'm not headed to bed anytime soon. I slept for about an hour, and I've been up ever since. I guess now's a good as time as any to finish reading my book for Bob's class. The paper's due Friday :)
As a side note, after this weekend, I'm going to do some major detox to my poor body. For the past week, I've lived on not much else but caffeine and cigarettes. Add little to no sleep, lots of alcohol consumption this weekend, and I'll need at least a week to recover. Until next weekend, that is.
Apparently, I'm not headed to bed anytime soon. I slept for about an hour, and I've been up ever since. I guess now's a good as time as any to finish reading my book for Bob's class. The paper's due Friday :)
As a side note, after this weekend, I'm going to do some major detox to my poor body. For the past week, I've lived on not much else but caffeine and cigarettes. Add little to no sleep, lots of alcohol consumption this weekend, and I'll need at least a week to recover. Until next weekend, that is.
5/07/2003
I'VE GOT A FEW BIG 'OL RANTS ON THE WAY. . .
However, tonight, as with last night and today, I've got some school-type things to take care of. And just in case you were keeping count, I've got one exam left after tomorrow. Then, it's just waiting around for Saturday morning, preferably consuming large amounts of alcohol while waiting.
Oh, and IA, we hardly knew ye. Hopefully, you're so addicted to the blogging craze, you'll come back to your readers.
So to recap: BIG 'OL RANT ON FRIDAY, most likely. Unless I can't sleep tonight. Then we're all clueless as to what will spew from my mouth (or would that be fingers?)
However, tonight, as with last night and today, I've got some school-type things to take care of. And just in case you were keeping count, I've got one exam left after tomorrow. Then, it's just waiting around for Saturday morning, preferably consuming large amounts of alcohol while waiting.
Oh, and IA, we hardly knew ye. Hopefully, you're so addicted to the blogging craze, you'll come back to your readers.
So to recap: BIG 'OL RANT ON FRIDAY, most likely. Unless I can't sleep tonight. Then we're all clueless as to what will spew from my mouth (or would that be fingers?)
5/06/2003
WTF?
What does this conservative group expect? Complimentary hoods included with your membership to the Republican Party?
Also courtesy of The Village Voice, incest, doting dads that dote too much, and more whining from insipid children.
What does this conservative group expect? Complimentary hoods included with your membership to the Republican Party?
Also courtesy of The Village Voice, incest, doting dads that dote too much, and more whining from insipid children.
5/05/2003
ANOTHER GREAT FIND VIA IA's BLOG:
Fucking Hysterical.
And, thanks to Fat Free Milk, this quiz:
Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
Fucking Hysterical.
And, thanks to Fat Free Milk, this quiz:
Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
AGAIN, TOO FUNNY. . .
I'm curiously trying to count all the "blogging trends" mentioned here that I'm guilty of. Leave it to John Dvorak to hit the nail on the head. He was one of the reasons that I was a subscriber to PC Magazine for so long.
Kudos to The Barrister for the linkage.
I'm curiously trying to count all the "blogging trends" mentioned here that I'm guilty of. Leave it to John Dvorak to hit the nail on the head. He was one of the reasons that I was a subscriber to PC Magazine for so long.
Kudos to The Barrister for the linkage.
YOU TASTE LIKE BACON!
I'm so proud of "The Karen," as I was first formally introduced to her. She won Gamma Phi's Service Key this weekend! I wish I'da been able to be there. Scorpions rock! (well, they sting, too.)
I'm so proud of "The Karen," as I was first formally introduced to her. She won Gamma Phi's Service Key this weekend! I wish I'da been able to be there. Scorpions rock! (well, they sting, too.)
MAY DAY, MAY DAY!
This saturday, the day of my graduation (!), The May Day Project will be going on. I'm *definitely* gonna do it, because I'm sure there will be lots of interesting pictures from that day/night. Join me, won't you?
Kudos to Jared for the linkage. BTW, Jared, you never write, you never call, what's the dealio? ;)
This saturday, the day of my graduation (!), The May Day Project will be going on. I'm *definitely* gonna do it, because I'm sure there will be lots of interesting pictures from that day/night. Join me, won't you?
Kudos to Jared for the linkage. BTW, Jared, you never write, you never call, what's the dealio? ;)
HEHE. OK, THIS ENTIRE POST IS FUNNY, BUT THE LAST LINE IS THE KICKER.
Bad Samaritan, you're worth having insomnia for.
The post I'm currently reading talks about my friend Brian's favorite TV show, Beverly Hills 90210, among other things. At the end, is an Olive Garden comment, that if nothing else, I know Jaimee will appreciate, as we've already discussed that horrific commercial in detail.
Hey, I can have inside jokes, it's my blog.
Bad Samaritan, you're worth having insomnia for.
The post I'm currently reading talks about my friend Brian's favorite TV show, Beverly Hills 90210, among other things. At the end, is an Olive Garden comment, that if nothing else, I know Jaimee will appreciate, as we've already discussed that horrific commercial in detail.
Hey, I can have inside jokes, it's my blog.
5/04/2003
*SIGH* IT'S RAINING. . .
For some reason, I always associate rain with good times, especially in the summer. It brings back memories of things like:
The last day of the "Babes In Arms" run in High School, where we spent the time playing in the rain with the cast, instead of breaking down the set. Getting drenched under a broken drainpipe, and not feeling cold.
My 16th birthday party, that same year, when I fell in love with Tia, but knew she'd never be mine, playing on the swingsets.
Those times when you're so intent on kissing a loved one, that the rain seems to fall around you, never on you.
The sound of the rain on the tin roof of my Grandparents house, when the lightning scared me, but the raindrops lulled me to sleep. It sounds cliched, like some bad "boy-coming-of-age movie," but moments like that were great.
On a side note, I'm watching one of my favorite "college romance" movies of late, Down To You. Even though Freddie Prinze, Jr. is a total putz, and makes entirely too much money playing the same goofball over and over, it's a tad more realistic than most of the genre. It discusses pregnancy scares, marriage jitters, pot, and the highlight, the dreaded ohmigodshehadherfingerinmyassdoesthatmakemegay? fright of one of the supporting characters. Despite all the requisite "teens-in-love" sap, it's a bit more adult than American Pie and the like.
For some reason, I always associate rain with good times, especially in the summer. It brings back memories of things like:
The last day of the "Babes In Arms" run in High School, where we spent the time playing in the rain with the cast, instead of breaking down the set. Getting drenched under a broken drainpipe, and not feeling cold.
My 16th birthday party, that same year, when I fell in love with Tia, but knew she'd never be mine, playing on the swingsets.
Those times when you're so intent on kissing a loved one, that the rain seems to fall around you, never on you.
The sound of the rain on the tin roof of my Grandparents house, when the lightning scared me, but the raindrops lulled me to sleep. It sounds cliched, like some bad "boy-coming-of-age movie," but moments like that were great.
On a side note, I'm watching one of my favorite "college romance" movies of late, Down To You. Even though Freddie Prinze, Jr. is a total putz, and makes entirely too much money playing the same goofball over and over, it's a tad more realistic than most of the genre. It discusses pregnancy scares, marriage jitters, pot, and the highlight, the dreaded ohmigodshehadherfingerinmyassdoesthatmakemegay? fright of one of the supporting characters. Despite all the requisite "teens-in-love" sap, it's a bit more adult than American Pie and the like.
WELL, AT LEAST WE KNOW WHAT MY *DEAL* IS. . .
Hehe. Narcissistic? Yup. Histronic? OK. But AntiSocial? That just seems wrong. But at least I'm only moderately Dependent, despite what others have said about me before. *smirk*
Hehe. Narcissistic? Yup. Histronic? OK. But AntiSocial? That just seems wrong. But at least I'm only moderately Dependent, despite what others have said about me before. *smirk*
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Low |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | Moderate |
| Antisocial: | High |
| Borderline: | Low |
| Histrionic: | Very High |
| Narcissistic: | High |
| Avoidant: | Moderate |
| Dependent: | Moderate |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Moderate |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- | |
SALON.COM WEIGHS IN ON THE DEMOCRATIC DEBATE:
I wish I had been able to see this last night. Luckily, it's being re-broadcast on C-SPAN at 5:30 (CDT). Check it out, and see how these nine candidates stack up.
I wish I had been able to see this last night. Luckily, it's being re-broadcast on C-SPAN at 5:30 (CDT). Check it out, and see how these nine candidates stack up.
WOW, AND I THOUGHT THE RULES FOR THE PSP POINT SYSTEM WERE CONFUSING AT TIMES. . .
(Disclaimer: of course, the "unofficial" PSP point system.)
Now, the entire country/world is playing the points game.
Kudos to Electric Bugaloo for the linkage.
(Also, via EB: Dirty Whore Diary. Even *I'm* not that forthcoming about my sex life in this blog. But more power to you, girl!)
(Disclaimer: of course, the "unofficial" PSP point system.)
Now, the entire country/world is playing the points game.
Kudos to Electric Bugaloo for the linkage.
(Also, via EB: Dirty Whore Diary. Even *I'm* not that forthcoming about my sex life in this blog. But more power to you, girl!)
5/03/2003
SWEET JAYSUS . . .
My horoscope is right on target, as usual. Susan Miller never fails to surprise me.
My horoscope is right on target, as usual. Susan Miller never fails to surprise me.
TLC, WHY MUST YOU BE SO ADDICTIVE?
TV will be the death of me. I'm watching this show, Love U, where a group of psychologists pick apart a couple and their relationship habits. Could you imagine if this happened to everyone? No one would ever stay with anyone they dated, I think. (Jaimee, maybe Cory and her man need this show)
TV will be the death of me. I'm watching this show, Love U, where a group of psychologists pick apart a couple and their relationship habits. Could you imagine if this happened to everyone? No one would ever stay with anyone they dated, I think. (Jaimee, maybe Cory and her man need this show)
5/02/2003
OMG. JOY-GASM!!!
X2 fucking rocked. The action: Phenomenal. The special effects: Outstanding.
The eye candy? Amazing.
Daniel Cudmore. Mmmm.
Kelly Hu. Hotttt.
Rebecca Romijn-Stamos. Uncle Jesse's a lucky, lucky man.
I'm sure I'll definitely be seeing this one again.
X2 fucking rocked. The action: Phenomenal. The special effects: Outstanding.
The eye candy? Amazing.
Daniel Cudmore. Mmmm.
Kelly Hu. Hotttt.
Rebecca Romijn-Stamos. Uncle Jesse's a lucky, lucky man.
I'm sure I'll definitely be seeing this one again.
HEHE.
This is funny. Although I don't approve of the habit (stiffing a tab, not smoking), it did make me chuckle. Ok, time to hit the showers. Steph and I are going to see X2: The X-Men Sequel at 7. Huzzah!
This is funny. Although I don't approve of the habit (stiffing a tab, not smoking), it did make me chuckle. Ok, time to hit the showers. Steph and I are going to see X2: The X-Men Sequel at 7. Huzzah!
NOW THAT'S PROFESSIONAL . . .
I was watching the weather on Newschannel 5, our local NBC affilliate, and the meteorologist just uttered the words: "You can just see a little spit." (referring to low precipitation on the doppler radar)
I shit you not. Fucking hilarious.
UPDATE: She just said it again. Too funny. And now a weak high front is a "dirty" high. Jesus. Cindy Pressler must have been drinking before her shift or something.
I was watching the weather on Newschannel 5, our local NBC affilliate, and the meteorologist just uttered the words: "You can just see a little spit." (referring to low precipitation on the doppler radar)
I shit you not. Fucking hilarious.
UPDATE: She just said it again. Too funny. And now a weak high front is a "dirty" high. Jesus. Cindy Pressler must have been drinking before her shift or something.
WELL, MOM CAME HOME AFTER WORK TODAY. . .
And right now, the prognosis isn't looking good. (Well, good and bad, you know how it goes.) I came upstairs to get some water, and all I heard was Dad say, " . . . And you think that's going to solve all our problems?" Mom's response: "Most of them, yeah." I put Doofus outside, then came back in, and there was silence. Not a good sign. I can feel my body getting tensed up as we speak. . .
And right now, the prognosis isn't looking good. (Well, good and bad, you know how it goes.) I came upstairs to get some water, and all I heard was Dad say, " . . . And you think that's going to solve all our problems?" Mom's response: "Most of them, yeah." I put Doofus outside, then came back in, and there was silence. Not a good sign. I can feel my body getting tensed up as we speak. . .
I WANT, I WANT. . .
I want this. Among other things. But that'd be a pleasant surprise. It's the CD by the guys who make the utterly-hysterical video, Weeeeee! And to think, there are so many momentous occasions coming up:
Graduation: May 10th
23rd Birthday: May 30th
Hehe. Apologies for the shameless plug. If nothing else, just watch the Weeeeee!!! Video, and you'll have a happy smile on your face.
I want this. Among other things. But that'd be a pleasant surprise. It's the CD by the guys who make the utterly-hysterical video, Weeeeee! And to think, there are so many momentous occasions coming up:
Graduation: May 10th
23rd Birthday: May 30th
Hehe. Apologies for the shameless plug. If nothing else, just watch the Weeeeee!!! Video, and you'll have a happy smile on your face.
WHY DO PEOPLE CONTINUE TO LIVE IN DENIAL?
Now, it just seems a naive to think that college kids don't have sex. And an informational festival promoting safe sex is a great idea. It doesn't promote premarital sex. It proves that college is about education. Not just book learning, but social learning.
Now, it just seems a naive to think that college kids don't have sex. And an informational festival promoting safe sex is a great idea. It doesn't promote premarital sex. It proves that college is about education. Not just book learning, but social learning.
5/01/2003
SADNESS. . .
I'm only 67% snob. Maybe I should start alienating more people.
Kudos to "Dinner Mike" for the link.
I'm only 67% snob. Maybe I should start alienating more people.
Kudos to "Dinner Mike" for the link.
WATCHING CELEBRITY JEOPARDY
I'm hoping that Lauren Graham or Paul McCrane kicks Chris Matthews' ass.
I'm hoping that Lauren Graham or Paul McCrane kicks Chris Matthews' ass.
OK, SO GUESS WHO COULDN'T SLEEP, AS USUAL. . .
I tweaked with the template a bit tonight. Lemme know if you have any trouble viewing it.
I tweaked with the template a bit tonight. Lemme know if you have any trouble viewing it.
GOOD LORD, I DIDN'T THINK I WAS *THAT* EVIL. . .
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eighth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
I chalk it up to the same sex thing, and the indulgent Gemini that I am.
Kudos to Jen for the linkage.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eighth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Extreme |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Extreme |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
I chalk it up to the same sex thing, and the indulgent Gemini that I am.
Kudos to Jen for the linkage.
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