Buh-Bye!

So, I'm quite excited because I'm finally done with this semester. Now, I still have five days worth of finals and stuff, but that's not even a problem, 'cause they're just tests. I've taken tests before.

So, I'm writing this blog; not only to tell you guys this, but also so show of my new sexy talent. I am a stud at making animated files now-a-days. YEAH! Nice, huh?

*Kisses*

New Endeavors

I'm starting to work on my new project. Specifically, I'm trying to make my break into some sort of writing thing. Anyway, I'm trying to work on a short story that will portray the future in two different ways. One in which society and technology are working together in harmony and the second in which society and technology are destroying each other and things have gotten out of control...

So, expect some excerpts shortly.

current music: My History Class Chatting About

Why's this crazy girl cryin'?

"What the hell?!" might just be the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you see my new blog-spot layout. Followed by, "Why is this crazy bitch cryin' all the time?"

Well, dear friends, I shall explain. I have recently created a play list on my Windows Media Player entitled "Girl's Gonna Cry" and it's amazing. I love it... period. I have redone all my different expressions to encompass this new play list.

Now, let me say, This Girl, a.k.a myself, is not crying. In fact, I'm a hell of a lot happier than I've been in a while. I've only got 2 more days of classes, and I'm super stoked about that. Then five finals, but whatever, after that, I get to go home. I'm gonna get a poo-load of money from selling my books and shit... (HAHAH... I just used poo and shit in the same sentence)... and with that money, I'm gonna transfer my sexy priest to my families WoW account to mine that way I can start Role-playing with her.

I guess the only thing I have to be sad about is the fact that I'm still not getting any. But, I look at Rachel, and I feel better -if not for the fact that she's getting less than I am-... (Ilu, gurl)

ANYWAY... In tribute to my sexy friend.

L8rz boi!

current music: It's In-Between Songs... It was: All Good Things (Come to an End)//Nelly Fertado. It will be: Hate Me//Blue October.

What Trumps Wants, Again?

So, I really wanna make some more icons, but I'm being really lazy and I've had tons of school work to do. I finished my telecom project earlier today, about 9'oclock, which makes me happy, but now I've got to finish reading my book. Oh well, I'll do it tomorrow while I'm selling shirts. 6.50 at Dehority fish bowl. Come get 'em...

Current Music: Breathe on Me//Britney Spears

The Pop-Culture Epitome of a Blonde Moment

I had fun today, not only because I completely pronounced Raleigh, Ri-lee... but also because I thought it was the capital of Virginia. Yes, today was full of those random blonde moments that causes people to look at me and say, "STFU."

Anyway, this is not why I'm writing this blog two seconds before I do my crunches and go to bed. I'm writing this because I finally think I know the solution to my boy problems. You see, I recently found it in me to look at myself and finally see a fault, which this is like the only one, so don't expect me to find any more. But my fault is, I'm sort of immature when it comes to romance, example: every try at a decent date ends in never speaking to said date ever again. I'd cry, but I don't care. So, I've learned I'm a bit naive, but that doesn't help me too much because I'm still physically frustrated. I want a cuddle buddy, god-damn-it. How do I fix this?! I think I may have found the solution... I'm going to date. That's it. I'm not going to expect anything other than a free meal and maybe some make-outing back at his pad. THAT'S IT. I can't handle any sort of relationship, so this seems like the best solution to both my issues.

But who knows... I could be stupid for thinking this. Which is why I want to know your opinion, readers. Lay it on me good.

Current Music: The sound of the damned vent thing across from my desk.

Something profound...

I want to write something profound here. Something that will poke at your brain and really make you think, but I can't think of anything. I'm supposed to be doing my Spanish homework. I guess, I'll leave with this profound sentence, to really get you thinking. I watch a movie the other day, "Pi" I dunno if you've ever heard of it, but I like to think "A Beautiful Mind" when I think of this movie, except the guy in Pi isn't afflicted with Schizophrenia. His mind is just to powerful for him to handle...

But yes, think of this:

What if the world is really just a bunch of numbers that form a giant pattern? Can life really be predicted, if someone were to figure out the numbers and pattern of life?

Homo-Thoughts

Until recently, I've been keeping the deepest thoughts inside myself, just because it wasn't as "popular" with the crowd I ran with. Even though I still run with that crowd, I no longer feel I have to keep that part inside of me, because it was truly itching me every time we talked about it.

There are a few stereotypes about myself that I'd just love to get a hold of and discuss. Firstly, there is a myth that all gay men want to be women and all lesbians want to be men. Obviously, this is not true, and I thank your chosen higher-power that it is coming out-of-style to think of something like that. However, since that stereotype has run out of juice, it leads to the trend that it is unpopular to dress or act effeminate because it would be proving the first stereotype.

-HOLD UP!!- How can I win?!

I understand that some and most gay men are perfectly happy with the masculinity that being male provides them. However, some men like the more feminine ways of life. I happen to be one of those men. My favorite colour, though I would never say before, is pink. It always has been and will forever be. I appreciate the feminine style of clothes. Granted things would look funny placed on a male body, but that doesn't mean I can't so appreciate for it. If something looks good, why can't I wear it?

Just because I appreciate and imitate the feminine way of life does not mean I want to be a female. No thanks, women can have that! I just want to be treated as a male who happens to dress and act effeminate, not as a woman in a man's outfit.

+Current Music: Don't Get It Twisted // Gwen Stefani

Wanted:

A cute boy with a cute earring... like so

So we can do this...

-The End-