I'll Have A Blue

It's the weekend
It's the squeekend
It's the gleekend
It's the mekand

I have big plans.

before we get to them WHO DRINKS SMIRNOFF ICE?!? only college freshman homosexuals (trust me i know)

back on track:
i'm going to finish paintin my room (it's looks like an unfinished womb, i want it to look like a finished womb) WOMB ROOM

i'm going to go to the tattie store on my street (it's just a few thousand blocks north of my apty) I wanna talk to my maaaaaaybe tattoo artist

going to a few holiday partayz

and maybe going couch hunting (and begging for money!)

i want sushi rull bad, i was just watching a Dollhouse (on friday night...i'm so cool) and this guy was eating sushi made from his own legs and i was like....i want some. NOT the leg sushi, but the regular kind.

whatever I have real plans.

oh heh, I went to the company holiday party. AND WE HAD A MOTHERFUCKING WALK-OFF.

Although i did show good face, i was inturn schooled, i took it humbly, since it was my first walk-off. it was fun PLUS free food and free booze and dessert i was in heaven.

[insert heaven <3333]

uh-oh

So.....last night was the season finale -slash- season hiatus of Glee, and it was FREAKING BRILLIANT.

Sorry, didn't mean to yell as loudly as I did
[insert oops]

That picture makes me giggle.

But it made my lil queer theatre lovin' heart go all pitter-patter in all the right ways.

First of all "And I am Telling You" was a power house. I love that it left Mercedes winded because that song, when done right, should leave anyone and everyone winded. And M when went Jennifer Holliday on that suckkkkkker. I swear there were moments when it looked like she was going to try to swallow the earth whole and still have room for dessert.
NOT A FAT JOKE.
Rachel had this weird mix of pride/loathing/shame on her face; proud that she is on the same team as this obviously talented singer, loathing for that said talent b/c to be completely honest and a lil racist no white girl can sang this song, not really, ya' know waddimean? and a lil ashamed b/c she dismissed M so quickly after she has repeatedly proved in other musical numbers that "the bitch can saaaaang" amirite? So yes that was awesome.

oh and by the way i lurrrv that Santana and Brittany sex it up and that Brittany kept a bird in her locker and had to speak to a counselor about it! 10000 points for Brittany.

Speaking of a ten thousand points, I would never ever want to be on the Sue Sylvester express to horror. Jane Lynch is a genius when she is playing Sue. I mean there was a tiny tiny moment (spoilerzzzzz) when she got kicked off/suspended from Cheerios/school that she faltered, but she totally rallied and is going to accidentally murder Schuester.
squee.

"Don't Rain on My Parade" was brilliant. I love that Rachel has been working on that number since she was 4, since she's made allusions to viewing Barbara Streis' as a role model. OBVI. she fucking banged that out. That's all. She did it and was like boom, "what now?????"

What now was, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" oh Finn, how I <3 your love of classic rox. It was good and poignant since at least he came back.
Isn't it funny that after repeatedly punching Pucker in teh fizzace, Puck had zero point zero bruises? nice.
Emm yeah it was an inspiration and Schuester always has the perfect eye's brimming with tears face. eyes so glossy.

Oh and Eve, please go back to acting school. Thrusting your hands at the people you are speaking to and speaking out, while a mildly annoying distraction, is not acting. Which I mean to say it didn't make me want to gouge my eyes out too terribly bad. Oh and deaf jox wasn't funny last week not funny this weak. BOOM WORD PLAY.

BUT what was funny, was the Haverford's rendition of "Don't Stop Believin'" honking indeed.

OH and True Bloods Mrs. Newlinnnnnnn! HI-YOOOOOOO <3 ;) :) :D and other emoticons that make no sense.


And what's gonna happen with the baby, and Quin, Finn, Puck n' Rachel (sounds like an ill conceived restaurant) Will, Terri, Emma(and I guess Tanaka <---Good restaurant name?)? Meh, I really could care. less. and that's what I am telling you.

Don't Make Me Over

It's a beautiful Sunday morning and I'm in my lil cave. My room is basically a cave with a window...that....looks into the livingroom and a sky light. New York!

I it was all drizzly and wet yesterday which was pretty annoying. But then it started to snow!
squeee! I'm a sucker for classic (re:cliché) moments. I had just gotten off of the train and was walking down Houston (How'sTon ;( stupiit New York) and the horrible sleet turned into thick clumps of fast falling snow and it was just a a really nice moment. Like the kind you see in those really dumb movies that don't reflect real life but rather a sugary sweet romcom. So it made it less meaning full, THANKS A LOT ROMCOMZ.

It was nicely topped off by a walk to meet Archivos since she was visiting from Baltimore. We went to this bar/lounge thing that was pretty ughh. I don't blame Archivos she's doesn't live herm but if i wanted to play Sex y la City with 30 year old women-I'll never want to play Sex und da City with anyone ever. But it was nice to hang and talk about adult things over adult drinks and adult material wiiiiiink (not suitable for anyone under 18 suckaz)

Then I finished the evening at home and was in bed by 12! YES! I'm so old, it was a Saturday night. evz.

Friday was a lil more age approps. Went out with co-workers, then found an open bar with some homosexuals...annnnnnnd let's just say the only thing keep me there was my desire to not spend money.
Lordy, did I want to rip out my eyes out of their safe warm eyeholes.

Then I went to bar that was more me approps, and I chatted up with a playwright. It was nice!

All I want for christmas is this:

Effortless Plenty

BACK IN BROOKLYN SUCKAS

Now, I'm not saying that Queens sucked but...queens sucked.

heh queens suck butt

DOUBLE MEANING.

DS7 and myself (it's bad grammar, whatever, we are playing by brooklyn rules now "biatch") moved into our new plizzace (I always thought that looked like a mash-up of pizza and place and now i want a pizza, THANKS A LOT PLAYED OUT SLANG). It took us about an entire day to move in all the stuff. The moving didn't technically start until noon and the moving in didn't technically start till 2:30 and then we weren't done until 2 A.M.

and it was a school night guyz! but for serious, we have all our shit in our place and I'm currently nestled in my pull-out bed. suck it sleeping on a nest on the floor. I'm now this close to sleeping on a real bed. can you imagine! I certainly can and do.

My last Wednesday in Queens I dreamed that I bought a bed for (well mattress) for 90 dollars!
I have big dreams.

and now there is this:

I'll Never ______

I finally finally finally sad goodbye to q-q-q-queeeen.

GOODBYE BABY GOODBYE.

it was a'ight will it lasted but it's time to get back on track. this means goin' back to brrrrrrooklyn. DS7 and I got out apartment. our american apty, if you will, or don't, whatever, FINE I DON'T CARE. Finally closer to friends and work. 30 minutes on 1 train: suck it commute.

So in a few months i'll be as close to being a human as i can possible be! which is saying a lot for me. meh, how wants to be human N E way?

in other news things at work are going swimmingly.

co-workers and i talk about our love for the GAGA. uuuuugh yesssssss. she's amazing. everything you would want in a pop artist Lady G's got it, and then some. i can go on on and on and on, but i won't because it's 2 MUCH 4 THIS BLOG 2 HANDLE


I'm in a good place. Yeah, and that is reassuring that i can type that and not feel like i'm lying.


neat!

manhands

I feel like I haven't written in this thing in forevz. And i feel like I've written that exact same sentence almost verbatim in previous posts.

At least I'm consistent!

I seem to only be able to write in this thing in spurts.
In spurts and squirts (souuuuuunds dirrrrrrrrrrrrrrty ;)) ermmmmmmm.

So i got a job that i can't really write about, but needless to say it is the gayest job that i've ever gayed. srsly the gayest gay this gay has ever gayed. gay.

but it's fun and the folks are nice and fun/funny and i'm glad i work there. well number one i'm glad i work anywhere. THANKS RECESSION.

NOT

i'm stop blaming the recession, i shout start blaming my idiocy. i fooled those employers! suckas (please don't fire me).

number two i'm glad i work in a place that does good work in such.

and number three i'm glad i work in a place where i can make a fool of myself and it's cool as long as i get my work done. what more can you ask for?

I'm still writing and i've moved past my first play, because it was super gimmicky and moved on to another play that is still sorta gimmicky but in a more obscure way. not too grounded on one current event and more talking about states of being and relationships and blah blah blah.
like my friend aubz said it's smart(?) people(?) writing stupid(!) things! so yeah that's furn.

i'm watchin gLee and i love it. i love it unabashedly and i get really excited talking about it and singing and dancing and glee glee glee glee!!!!!! yeah that's what happened there.


My bday is this friday and that'll be fun. i'll get to hang with people that i care about and i can be myself around with, which is all one can hope for on ones birthday, doesn't one? that can they can understand my laughable use of "grammar." PSSH grammar is for native english people. those fools. THIS IS OBAMA'S AMERICA. I dunno what that even means.


and in a weeks time it'll be halloween.
two
words

DISCO ZOMBIE

rooooooooound of applause

I started my new job/jorb/jizzy and it's pretty nice to have somethign to do during the day other than lay on a couch and "f" around on the enetz and jerrrrrrrrk-it.

plus i'ma make cash money millionairezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
[insert $$$]

nope
[insert psych!]


the commute ain't that bad, i'm just looking for ward to move myself back to brooklyn more like crooklyn AMIRITE?

I am.


Well i got nothin' else
oh WAIT

Glee started!
[insert squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

Roaming

the month of september is newly among us and it finds this genteel (and gentile) soul roaming the wilds of nueva york.
[insert current sleeping situations in everywhere new york]

As of the month of September I have found a prospective employer. AAAW HELL to the YES. and if I don't somehow manage to fuck everything up, my first day of work is the 15th

squeee central. I don't think i've ever been so excited to work for the man. but at least my jorb will be doing good on the mans behalf.

so there

[insert, i google imaged 'doing good' and this is what i got]

So things are finally coming up milhouse and if something should happen (G forbid) I'll take it as a sign the i need to ______

yeah there is no plan b (heh)

I also realized i dance like a freak, flailing; my body trying to disregard or break any and all of the natural laws of physics and propriety.

and you know what? i'm ok with that.


not like this lil' guy

it goes and goes and goes

I haven't been writing any of my recaps

because i suck and because no one will read them. and it's the whole tree falling in the wood things

if a tree falls in the woods it'll still kill and/or paralyze you if it falls on you.




I find this creepy/wonderful. plz marry me, I'll just act dumb most of the time but that's alright right?

Speaking of single queens

Once again I have found myself in q-q-q-queenz.

I really don't do anything while i'm in queens but eat n drank.
two of my most favorite things in the world
OBVI

Oh and i also get to hang out with my sister and brother-in-law. which is pretty cool too i guess.

Tomorrow is the girl talk concert. the waterfront is going to be packed.

i just want to dance a lil is that so wrong?

yes it is. dancing is for sinners.

Fie on't Fie

So this is about the same time and situation I was in whilst in chikago.
jobless
hopeless
___less

Somethings has to happen correct?

right?













right?

It's a candle with blood in it; it smells like soup

Well here we are again. In the woods of Bon Temp with a crazay sex partay.

Seriously?

Lord knows I lurv me a good orgy (what?) but after weeks n weeks of sexin' it up, a lil' break is necessary, no? Luckily, for us we also have murrrrrder! Or ritual sacrifice (which ever you prefer). Poor Sam, after finally having some freaky fun with your Doe eyed grrl, all she wants to do is lead you to the slaughter at the hands/claws of Maryann, her local Menaed priestess/devil's handmaiden thing or whatever, she has a bull head, that's actually a mask, does her head get transfigured into a bulls head?? I don't get it.
Luckily Sam remembered that"oh i have super powers" and flew on outa there. While everyone started screamin' their heads off, all black eyed and sexed up.

Sookie and Hugo are trapped in a church.
Sookie and Hugo and Godric are trapped in a church.
At least Sookie called out for Godric at least to see if he could hear her, which he most likely did since you know he has super human hearing, (I guess it's not super human since he's a vampire, so it would just be regular...vampire hearing...)

Well well well, and now we find out that Hugo is actually, a spy, look out secret squirrel, True Blood has a basically non-descript white guy to one up you! He does drop a few truth bombs on Sookie explainin; how the human-vampire relash, is a power play that has set dominant and sumbissive players that cannot be changed or challanged due to the fact that, they are immortal and humans....are not....
Sucks to your ass-mar Sookie says: "Bill loves me and I love him end of story, lalala I can't heaaaaar you," and with a telepathic super blast calls poor Barry Bellhop to get Bill to save her.
Because Sookie always needs saving.

Bill n' Lorena are hangin' out in the Hotel and having flashback to the good ole days. At first I thought the Lorena's acting was horrible, but now it's just bad like sad bad. Like in the flashback she was clapping like it was an imitation of what humans are supposed to do with the sacks of fles n bone that hang from their soldier blades. UNlike the last flashback where we see B n' L having sex n blood and on top of a dying girl in this lil flash we see Bill as we've always known him kinda boring. What upsets me most I think, is that we don't see the middle step of how Bill got to be a wet blanket, he just is and was sick of blood play and oh never loved Lorena. Well Lorena's pissed and isn't get let him go.
Oh and vampires bleed if they don't get sleep. Gross! Awesome!

Speaking of gross/awesome, Jason really does the perfect, what the hell did i just do, look on his face after he had sex with Sarah Newlin. What did you just do? You banged the Pastor's Wife, that's what. And now she's in rubba-dub love with you and will tell her husband and everything will be great!

That is until Hugo reveals Sookie last name and Steve Newlin finds out that Jason is Sookie's bro and send Sargent scary to take out Jason. So that's not so great. And once Jason fights of Sarge, because Jason is awesome, Sarge goes to rape Sookie.

Did I mention that Mr. Newlin told Mrs. Newlin and Mrs. Newlin goes all crazy scorned and shoots Jason in the chest. Yeah, that happens too. (The gun was obvi either a dart gun or a taser, we're not dumbies Alan Ball.)

Back in Bon Temp. Poor Andy tries to tell the people that they are all turning into black-eyed sex zombies. And they're all like STFU drunk. (I secretly wish that they all retain the memoriez and are just playin' dumb to get away with the sex parties without being "those" people that go to sex parties, but you are, you are those people citizens of Bon Temp). I can't wait till Andy comes out triumphant, or horribly slaughtered on his way to expose the truth.

Sam, like Mrs. Newlin, gets all lover scorned and takes out his gun, it's deer season. Here is were we finally get an explanation for Maryann. She controls people through sex, violence and excess (duh) and sacrifices people to the Devil or Dionysus, which might be the same in this universe. Sams all "well shit" and that's basically it for him this episode.
Daphne on the other hand keeps swimming and then later on at night, she's still swimmin' and get's murder/stabbed by zombie Eggs will Maryann smiles benignly. And Daphne sorta smiles? or is that just the blood gurgling up through her mouth, you know I can never tell!

Meanwhile Isabelle, Eric and Cowboy hat vampire discuss whether it's an inside job that got Godric kidnapped in order to start a Vampire v. Human war in Dalles. Probably! Then Barry Bellhop shows up to tell Bill the telepath news, and of course he's snagged up by a Vampire. Durh.

At the end of the episode, we have Sookie being saved by Godric who is looking......not as good as he was looking in Eric's flashback......which is disappointing.


I want to end this recap with a NON-disappointing note:
squeeeeeeeeeeeee
Hoyt and Jessica are going to lose their V-Card (heh) to each other. Sure Hoyt is 28 and Jessica is dead, but it's the most real(realistic) relationship in this program. He put on "Bleeding Love" for chris'sake.

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The Vault-True Blood Online

mira hombre

non recap post because i'm lazay

It's summer and i just realized it, I guess?

Evz, KreativeKrisis et moi are totez hostin' a bbq.
LAST WEEKEND.
Sadly, our bbq'z got canceled because er'body was too into bbqin' and are not lazy lazy people like us and probably got up early, like 9,(how is 9 considered early? when you don't have to sleep off a hangover/are just to sleepy! it is, what a sad sad state we live in as young people). So we improved which is also what young people do! so we had a lil cookin' at our place but we hung out on our roof. so while we didn't technically BBQ we did have fun cooking, hosting, and more importantly drinking in the middle of the day in a socially acceptable environment.


After we had a sojourn to the waterfront and watched the Dirty Projectors. The waterfront was PACKED so we decided to be lazy (THEME), and just sit in the grass and listened to them.
They
Were
Awesome.



There's something nice about cooking out and watching a live show outside, it's tempting to wax all poetical about it. It just reminds me of my childhoods filled with park picnics and music playing loudly from the boombox. Even though that maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe happened like 6 times from the time i was born till now. And even then I'm probably just creating false memoriez from various televsion and movie picnic.
culture robot!

So that was last weekend.

THIS WEEKEND
lolc*nt, DS7 and I all hung out. We basically had dinner. They had burgerzzzz
I had a milkshake!

Needless to say it didn't bring any boiz to my yard. I don't even have a yard!
then we had some drizzies and had nice long chat at a bar. It was fun bar talk that took a turn for the sentimental, as many bar talks will turn into (I lurv u gu'zzzzzz ya the bes') but thank G, it went back to funny/snarky/snide, so it was a'ight.

The next day DS7, lolc*nt and I HAD ANOTHER BBQ
SQUEEEEEEEE
This time we used lolc*nt's momma's hizzy. we also had pie!

and on the seventh day warbles n' I went to the waterfront once again.
We say the Black Lips, but were jipped outa Trail of Dead Concert. Thanks a lot God! Right as they were done setting up there was lightening. See even God doesn't like hipsters
NO ONE DOES.



The Black Lips portion was fun. Near the end kids started to get stupid. Which is my favorite part of the show. lot's of stage diving and dancing. The lead singer did something like stage walking? He had peeps in the audy, hold his legs up and standing and playing the guitarrrrrr.
good for him.
And then the lightening came, and on the walk back to warbles apty, we got rained on. hard.

and now, now I'm filled with the crushin crushin monotony of the week.
great.

We Don't Need No Stinkin' School

Oye chico, son 6 méses, y now Sra. Botwin es living with Esteban. Yup.

We find the newly formed Reyes-Botwin, or would it be Botwin-Reyes? couple in the huge-ass bathroom. A visibly pregnant Nancy is taking a shower, and Esteban is reading a baby naming book, "What NOT to name your baby." Almost everything, down to the literature, about this baby is negative, this child, if he makes it, is going to need some serious therapy.
There's a kind of ease and comfort to their relationship, that, I assume, one can only get from living under the same roof in relative happiness for 6 months. They even cuddle!...With Esteban naked...? Sure, whatever works.

And now Nancy is engaged! Why not! Anything that will keep her tied to Esteban, keep her tied to life, she's willing to do. Not only for her own safety but also to have something over anyone really, she needs to feel power, especially when she is in a powerless situation; all her well-being depending on Esteban. She tries to bring the news to shame, I mean Shane, (who was conceived when Ms. Botwin was hammered btw, oh the joys of motherly revelations!). Pero, sorpresa, Shane cool as a cucumber, drinkin' his cafesito, is all, "duurh mom, Esteban and I totes had that convo". Oh teens, will you ever cease to be precocious? Oh lawd even Mr. Dreamy Ignacio knew. Maybe next time Nance.

Off Shane and Ignacio go to school. Psych! Off they go to the streets to get some real education. While Nancy is left to ponder, breaking the news of the engagement to El Andy.

Feeling equally powerless is blonde beauty Silas. Having to deal with a douchebag cop that, according to a school friend, is mildly retarded, (I'm beginning to agree), that is hanging around the shop much too much. Wanting to get "faded." Ugh, the only reason he became a cop was because he was too annoying to get invited to any parties so he decided, "if I become a cop, I'll have to get friends, especially if they don't want their parties busted." Smart?

Andy, Andy with a full beard and a lil, (substantionally, he was a thin guy!), more belly then when we left him. Remember the super adorbz outfit he had like 2 episodes ago when he was tryin' to be all sporty spice? Controlling the only woman in his life right now: Ms. Pacman. Ms. Pacman won't break up with Andy in a note and runoff to her Mexican druglord/Mayor/baby-daddy; Ms. Pacman won't force Andy to fuck her while a thousand hobos watch them; Ms. Pacman just wants to eat ghosts, and right now, that's all Andy wants to do as well. So Andy wasted all his money on toys, because if he had kept it, he would have been reminded how much he failed to get Nancy.
But guess which ghost won't stay buried? That's right! Nancy.

Before we can get to that! Isabelle is stuck with the disgusting job of giving Doug the cheapest, fakest tan; worthy of New Jersey. Isabelle somehow keeps whatever she might have in her stomach down, I think it was mostly through the power of snark. There are moments when you see flashes of both Celia and Nancy in Isabelle, understandably since they are, God help her, the biggest role models she has. Are you there God it's me Isabelle. After sassin' her momma's lazy ass to walk to the bus stop to get to work in the mall, Hodes goes back a'sprayin'.

Now for your main event. Andy, lost in his the arms of Ms. Pacman get's a phone call from she-who-must-not-be-named. Ignoring her like he has been for the past 6 months he let's it ring. But of course with news like this Hurricane Nancy will not be stopped. Like gale force winds in swoops Nancy into her old haunt. Andy ignores her. Nancy monologues about how he hasn't been there for her, srsly? Nance, you left him, dumping him with the dumping plan he came up with. So I'm glad he ignored for as long as a did. This once again felt Nancy probably feeling a lil powerless. Didn't even need to tell Shane, Ignacio, fuck even Silas and now, well her lil puppy El Andy has grown a beard and didn't give you the reaction you expected. So off she goes.
What saw you El Andy?
Fuck.

Doug is talking about how George Hamilton screwed his step-mom, lives off his rich friends and is basically boss in every way and that gave him the idea to stand up to the idiot cop and kick him outa the store. But Idi-cop tried to hit him, swing an' a miss! and down goes tubby and boom! knocked out thanks to the counter. Well, fuck. Silas, your local clown just screwed you like G-Ham screwed his step-mom.

In prison, Nancy finally gets what she wants. She tells, Guillermo that not only is she still alive and pregnant but she's gonna stay alive and pregnant now that's she's going to become Mrs. Reyes or Botwin-Reyes or whatever. The thing about Guillermo and Nancy is that they can push each others buttons so well and they lurv seein' each other squirm. Guillermo with the knowledge that Nancy's boi'frien killed a DEA and he might be getting out soon; Nancy with the certainty that if she asked she could probz get Guillermo capped. Soooooooo finally a round goes to Nancy and her kickin' baybay.

A quick pit-stop at the links, where we see Shane enjoyin' thug life con Ignacio. Taunting white people is fun. It's a well kept secret in the P.O.C. community and I really shouldn't be saying it but it is. So Shane got to pretend to be all under-privileged, ummmm you live in a manse with the Mayor of Mexico, and heckle whitey playin golf, possibly one of the whitest sports evah, I don't care what you say Bagger Vance. Then Shane saw Ignacio go APE-SHIT. See that's anger that's crazay. Shane has a while to go before he get's there.

Back at the house Nancy complains that she's fat, ermmm no. Even for a preggo, still pretty thin. Shane never wants to go to a sporting event with Ignacio. Ever. And Ignacio is fine and just bounces somewhere, maybe to go see milo and otis. Esteban goes to fence. Enter El Andy, after some light saber moves that would put George Michael Bluth to shame, El Andy and Esteban start to duel. It's kinda hot in that misogynistic way that they are basically fighting over Nancy. Of course Esteban wins. He's a winner/tool. And besides El Andy had lightsaber moves against a guy that has a personal fencing trainer.
At least El Andy get's a some good words in with Nancy. 1(Judah), 2(Peter), 3(maybe Esteban, since all her husbands seem to die....pretty quickly) times a widower. Have you guy's forgotten about Peter Scottson DEA? Andy hasn't. With that El Andy breaks free from Hurricane Nancy (for now).

Celia, while waiting for the busy, meets the woman she will now cling to as hope to build herself up. An Avon-Lady type woman. Yeah poor Celia, life hasn't turned out great for you has it? Now you'll aspire to be an Avon-Lady. Sigh, everyone should have a dream.

In true Weeds fashion, an ending isn't an ending without a cliffhanger. Enter Mysterious Woman. MW, not only shoots amazing eye dangers at Nancy, but basically tells Esteban, white lady got to go. Then leaves. That's power Nancy, you should take lessons. With that the weddings off.

Isn't life fun?

Mickey is a stuck up whore that let Chase finger her in the church

Oh, welcome back True Blood, 4th of July weekend was not the same with out you.

Jason just how I like him, confused/scared/angry, all due to the prank is church bros played. Not funny dudes. Then he get's all Jesus-y. This is really only because that was the last thing he heard. He's kinda like a parrot or a puppy.
So parruppy got all war n' light n' vamps aren't funny guys seriously, and it made everybody uncomfortable, including him really, he's just too dumb (by choice? I dunno) to figure it out.

Back to Bill, being Mr. Mom and tryin' to stop Jessica from gettin' her swerve on with Hoyt. I thought Hoyty-toyty and J where super cute together and then realized she is like 17 and he's, what? 22-24? then I was a lil skeeved, then I thought, it's The South, so I'm back to it being cute. Plus she's dead, so evz. After Hoyt is adorable and leaves being a gentleman, because that's how he rolls, Bill once again get's all stern fathery to Jess, but she ain't buyin' it. Good for her. She can kiss all the boyz she wants, she's dead n' lovin it. Oh and I'm so happy that she still had her vampboner, and was a like giggle giggle giggle, this is probz how boys/Hoyt feels.

Sookie, shut up Sookie. you are likes those girls that nobody really likes but only hang out with b/c they have a hot sibling/boyfriend (or in Tara's case b/c they are less annoying than their alcoholic mother and hey you have a house! and a supah hot supah dumb bro!) and they eventually just become your friends. Initially they think your sad but pretty and are trying too hard. but that's just who you are. You try to be smart and cute and mature, when in reality you still have no idea how the real world works. I hate you.

Anyway they are planning a lovers getaway/mission to dallas. At least we know now how vamps travel. Night Coffins! So long to Dallas!

Hello naked Sam n' Daphne, the great thing about Bon Temps is that everyone can be naked all time. Just some quick exposition, exposing the audience to the fact that we know nothing of Sam's past other than he fucked some witch/mythical Greek thing when he was a puppy. Oh and he hates the citay. Oh and that Daphne wants his dong, and she is also probably a monster. I'm not sayin'...i'mjustsayin.

Speaking of monsters! Tara, the face contorting camera monster told Maryann the awesome sex drugs and dancing monster that she is leaving to live with Sookie the self-righteous monster. I guess if I was a more moral person I'd be happy, but I'm just kinda sad for Tara because she's giving up free rent, food etc etc to live with Sookie, ugh.

Back at the Light of Jesus will Kill all Vampires Super Happy Funtime Summer Camp, or whatever, Jason and the boys are talkin' bout vampires. Lazarus, Jesus (drink my blood it'll give you super powers!) and Cain, all possible/plausible(?) vampires. And Lukez becuase he is scared of women, after the one time a girl was a lil disappointed over his size, and that other time he just couldn't because he was "too drunk," blames all evil on Eve. Jason, in a brief moment of intelligence calls him a dick. And he is; Luke. Is. A. Dick.

And then Pastor Newlin called Jason outside so he could show Jason his cock, I mean gun. His gun. Then they go around being manly and not all homoerotic, shootin' lil cut-out vamps. Ah, there is the rub; killin vamps, talkin bout bullets of silver and wood. Pastor Newlin totally got a bonerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr when Jason talked about Eddy dying. When Jason, Pastor and Mrs. Pastor/Sara, all have a lil BBQ, Jason has a beautiful /gratuitous montage about Sara bein' all sexy n slutty, it put Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" to shame. And then they gorge on meat. SRSLY JUST HAVE A THREESOME.
After some bating by Luke, sayin' that Jason is just a sex toy for them, after they invited Jason to live in the Newlin Residence, Jason was all like psssh naw, but secretly thinking "I'm gonna bang a preacher wife" but then he get's all confused because he likes Sara as "pure"

Speaking of threesomes! Actually nothing, transitions are hard! It's Tara's birthday and guess who isn't there, Sookie, Tara's bes'frien' in the whole wide world. So Tara is crying on her birthday, like we all do, right? right??...? I mean no not me ever...what? And right on que enter the super fun orgy gang! complete with cake! Tara says fuckit, let's party. As anyone that's always had a miserable b-day and is all alone would say. Let's get drunk and dance.

Oh and in case you forgot Miss. fakewitch got her heart ripped out. juuuust in case you forgot, it was also probz maryann, nice scene placement. Andy is drunk n' talkin bout pigs. What a crazy!

At Merlottes, er'body bored. And again like most people get when they're bored, let's get drunk n dance (right? only me? ok!)! Daphne is givin' ole Sammy-pup the google-sex eye. To which I and, Thank G, Arlene both go "psssssh pur-lease." I fell in love with the red-headed murder marryin'(almost!) vixen. Tara's sad mom gives a a gifty to Sam to give to Tara. What a great excuse for a prude to go to a orgy, I mean party party.

Then it's the partay! Or how Tara got her groove back. Get her groove back indeed. So, did everyone, even Sam! annnnd oh snap! Daphne know's he has an all too spesh connection with dogs. Then they all start fucking basically. With bodies, with cake, with booze, with dirt, with fists, what a great eyes turning black party!

In Dallas, Sookie is annoying drunk as she is sober, you ain't an adorable drunk sooks you are inane. Then they capture a would be kidnapper. And Bill takes of the training wheels and let's Jessica glamour him. That's what's great about having like a character like Jessica, you get to see the mechanics about the mythology of vampires in this reality. As she learns; we learn. Plus Jessica is awesome. While Bill and Sookie are at the Hotel, being all couply and dumb, Jessica is just playin with her human/doll, like any slightly emotionally stinted anybody would do. Plus Mickey was probz a totez whore. And Bill n Sookie go to there room but at least Eric interrupted them before we had to deal with another gross sex scene.
Eric and Bill talk about v-politics and wtf are they gonna do if hu-mans can take such an old badass vampyre like Godriv? They dunno!

Jessica then orders some man-meat. Sookie is part scandalized, part wishing she could be that ballzy and awesome. Now the writers think that Sookie needs more plotine! The waitstaff(is bellboy offensive? bellhop?) that delivered said man meat, is also telepathic! Sookie runs after him like a lil girl that just found a brand new toy.

I haven't written about Lafayette. Blerg, Lafayette has to deal with some serious psychological shit. But Eric came with some vampire blood and everything is a'o-kay!(??) We went from post dramatic stress to hump dancing a couch!

Oh and Maryann is some kinda minotaur thing?

just one of those

So i tried my first hand at recaping an episode of a teebee show and i'ma try to do it again. Because, well, that's how i roll...or something. eh?

[insert show's i'ma start out with]


Are these poster sexist? If i didn't create them but am still posting them sexist? what if i'm a feminist? IT'S ALL SO CONFUSING.

eh? eh???? ok

as long as we're still on the same page.

Previously On

Weeds, is one of those shows that slowly drags you in like quicksand or the prospect of meeting an old boy/girlfriend. Much as you struggle to escape it's easier to just slowly get pulled in. Right?

Right.

Nancy and Andy are waiting in waiting room, it's seems as if the past four episodes have been Nancy and Andy waiting in a waiting room. Waiting for love, for escape, for death, for Godot. While, Nancy get's all uppity white privileged lady (nitrates! heaven forbid!) on a some grrl about to get hovered (thank you Andy), Andy is doing what Andy does best being a payaso...science. Yet, in his inner/outer monoramblings the seeds of ill-fated plan come to bloom.

Nancy finally get's some lady2lady time with Alanis Morrisette, I mean her gyno. Alanis does a really good job in this lil' scene. It wasn't all....I'm alanis morissette.....look at me, tryin' to act. It was oh I'm an gyno, i like pancakes, you can trust me. And trust Nancy needs some laday frienz, even if she has to pay to get them. Nancy leaves feeling somewhat rejuvinated in that not at all kinda way, finding her salvation (at least olfactory) in herbs. While Andy, like most clown/jester, will seemingly spouting nonsense is trying to give her some semblance of wisdom, abort the gopher and head to Copenhagen. (I have a friend whose mom is from Denmark, and i would head to Copenhagen in a second. Skoll! or however you spell that) But like a good and scared mommy she is, she'll stick to the herbs. Gophers be damned!

Shane and Isabelle, are doing what teens/tweens(?) do best, getting angry at the world and fucking shit up. Srsly, we've all been there, am I right? That's why it's so embarrassing to watch/enjoyable to watch since at least Shane as some real issues; dead dad, drug dealing mom, mexican mafia, some asshole ginger jacked his weeds; check, check and double check. But luckily(?) he has a Ignacio, the foxy, in a dangerous crazy way, bodyguard. Not to be all creepster on ya'll but Ignacio is kinda hot? Whatever he has a charming smile. Even when (especially when?) he's shooting that gun freakin' er'body out and givin the kids hope for justice. Old school eye for an eye justice that tweens love.

Meanwhile in the batcave, Nancy finds the Joker, I mean Celia hiding between the manure and the Coldspot. That's where I left her! As Nancy freaks out and Celia begs and threatens in that self-depricating/aggressive way, you know how she do. Nancy out of the goodness of her heart(maybe it's the Mexican baby growing insider her)/not needing to deal with this shit, let's her stay. But soon our Celia, our precious Celia, soon discovers DEAD MEXICAN. I always knew that Celia was a big ole racist, but it's still endearing? And to be completely truthful this show has done nothing to dispell any mexican stereotypes. (I'm pulling for Ignacio to do that, fingers crossed!) Nancy lickity-split rings up daddy mexi-bucks(it' not racist if i'm latino, right?...right?) aka Esteban. To handle it.

Handling their own bizznazz is Botwen and Hodes, (I smell spinoff! a la Laverne and Shirley but with drugs and ass-kicking). They bust in on Ginger being incredibly lame playing his theremin along to smooth jazz, something he undoubtedly does every Tuesday after he get's stoned, Wednesday and Thursday is reserved So You Think You Can Dance, (the costumes the music! what's not to love, right?) After some quips by Ginger and bravado from Botwen/Hodes, enter Ignacio with a powerful kidney punch, (so hawt rite?), and Ginger is down! Botwen/Hodes give teach. a lil lesson of there own, where they humilate him, steal his shit (zune! that's how lame he is, a fucking zune.), and kill his bird (heh). Pobresito Ignacio was visibly shaken, (so adorable).

Visibly shaken, as anyone should be when going on a date with crazy in order to get your hands on money that isn't yours was Andy. El payaso, has found himself in a role playing date. With a Mage. This sad women only has one dream one fantasy; fucking Judah. Fucking Judah forever and ever, well at least in between WOW. One get's the feeling that she thinks that if Judah stayed with her she'd be able to cope with the real world. Sorry sweety, once a gaming nerd always a gaming nerd (ain't nothing wrong with it). Mage, having spent most her time in an imaginary world finally gets the chance to live out a real life imaginary scenario! Does that make sense? sure! Getting to fuck Judah one more time, even if it is only with his gay brother. But her imagination/lunacy being strong enough, she was even able to make a hobo ridden pier (complete with shitting, crotch scratching, coughing possible vomiting) the perfect "lovemaking" spot. Andy visibly gagging, thinking about copenhagen, nancy, and probably the fact the "fuck judah, he's dead and look at me! I'm taking care of this family/nancy," goes through with it.

Back at chez Botwen, everything Nancy holds dear is falling apart. Botwen, Hodes and 'Nacio are enjoying the fruit of their labor. Nancy, peeved and wide-eyed, as she will, said something something right and wrong, (seriously? srsly.), Ignacio bless his him kinda put her in her place, not in a misogynistic way but in the, I'm going to tell you the truth b/c you've been lying to yourself long enough kinda way. Shane was happy, Nancy was pissed and Isabelle was just grateful to be with a family that wasn't hers. Nancy dragged Shane to give the shit back to Ginger. Then Nancy goes all bad-ass when Ging' tries to give her son an F. (An F? that could keep him from getting to a good school!) Anyway Nancy, finally having power over someone weaker and more vulnerable, relishes the moment and does some great baseball bat choking and wisdom giving. How she misses season 1! then peaces.

Having returned home Nancy finds Celia happy as a clam, with her blackmailing photos of Sucio being decomposed with acid in Nancy's garage. Check and mate you cunt! Celia thought. I'll get my Ikea! And with that Nancy is stuck with Celia and her toxicity, (where's alanis, nancy is thinking where is my layday frien). More bad news. All her herbs n shit are dead. Yes, Nancy no matter how hard you try Renmar is poison. Good thing you moved there! Andy on the other hand is trying to forget the dirty dirty dirty things that he was forced to do and remember that it was all for Nancy, (it's all for you Damien, all for you). His finally plea, go go go! Van Nuys Copenhagen anywhere. Nancy is too self-involved Armegedon on me! Thank G, Andy finally finally told her it's you, you do this. And Nancy shuts down. Andy once more pleas, break it off with Esteban, a note, a letter and Ambien, all things that will buy them time. But Nancy in her world already has another plan. Goodbye Andy, your crazy fucking and viewing of hobo diarrhea was all for naught. Sucks to be you.

So Nancy and Shane are off to join Esteban. Andy are Celia are now living in house together. Fuck.

Oh and Silas an Doug had their own plot line. The only thing that matters is that Doug is like a Shakespearean clown that continues to fuck everyone over and poor Silas has the (un)fortunate luck of being blonde. But they have a cute moment, after Doug screwed things with the pot agent, (samuri's had to be brought in) where Silas punched Doug in the face! (flashes of momma) then they have a good cry. Because well Doug is a replacement for Judah and Silas is a replacement for Josh. So hopefully their plot will get less boring.

The End.

Feliz Quatro de Julio

Like any red-blooded 'merican, i spent the 4th of July hanging with my frienz on the roof bbqin'and drankin' beerz.

This is literally what being an American is. It's written in the Declaration of Independence (this Declaration of Independence was written by me when i was sitting my livin room all alone...b/c i have no friends, well no friends other than the crew of the uss starship voyager)

I digress!

I went over to lady gabgab's apty and grilled and conversed and drank and laughed and watched fireworks and danced and danced until everything become swirls of light and sound; direction became meaningless, the music, conversation and firework booms, a cacophony of sound that were melded together, creating the illusion that this is what it means to be young and carefree.

or

we listened to journey and talked about the merits of mariah carey and corn husking.

Either one sounds good to me, no?

I've gotten to know lady gabgab's roomie solidgolid better and that grrrl is fun. I also like that at this party there were plenty of Latinos.

Subsequently, i feel more comfortable using more spanish saying and embrace some of my latino-ism (is that a thing?) in conversation.

So that was fun and liberating, everything america is about. And now once again i'm in my livin' room and it's hot out, most likely it's cooler outside than in here but i'm a lazy lazy creature, written in my blizzy (blog) and thinkin' 'bout how totes awesome 'merica is.

eh?

oh and here's this:



best.

I will see you e.ven.tualyyyyy!

So yesterday my apartmentmates (apartmates? that kinda sounds like primates)

N E WAYZ

my monkeymates and I had a v. productive day yesterday of going to Prospect P. and watching youtube videos.
and no NOT at the same time, if that's what you're thinkin',(well actually we might have watched part of a youtube video but, whatever you don't know me/us)

after Kreative Krisis and I were done mackin' on all the kyute boizzzzz at the park we decided to head back to the apt. That is when the real fun happened. j/k we didn't have fun. J/K ya'll we did have fun, we just didn't mack boiz.

back at the ole steam room that is our apartment K.K. and I started the youtube adventure that began with whitney houston and mariah carey and the under appreciated When you Believe



There are certain moments in the video where you can tell these two bitches hate each other. like H8. srsly, it's fun to watch their pained nice/smiley faces.

We also watched all the most memorable musical moments (alliteration! squee!) of the movies Sister Act and Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit and we found out that one of the kids, the one that sang oh happy dizzay, was in the group City High that sang this song:


Try to see if you can spot Kendra from season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer! hint! she's a stripper/momma.

This was only a few highlights. We also heard the Finnish version of the Ducktails song, a Russian Rap in a commercial to join the Russian Paratroopers, bananaphone cartoon, be prepared from the Lion King in german.
I'm not sayin' you should youtube these videos, but you should youtube these videos

Ok, full-disclosure? (besides that I had to google check how to spell disclosure)
I still remember all the words to When you Believe no only all the words but also all the lil trills/runs/vocal acrobatics that BOTH Whitney and Mariah did.


oh and also John Malkovich and Hugh Laurie are in Annie Lennox's video to Walkin' on Broken Glass

Don't believe TAKE A LOOK FOR YOUR SELF

srsly.

Long live the king

R.I.P M.J

The king of pop is dead




[insert pun]


get it? eh? eh.....?


But srsly, no matter how much of a creepster M.J. turned into, ya'llz can't deny the contributions that he's made to the musak n kulter scene. i mean the 80'zzzzz helllloooo!

hello.



So who is the new King?

Timberlake? Will there be a coranation?

ef that.....he can cry me a river!(get it?) i should really stop.

R.I.P. Farrah

You were more than hair to me.






R.I.P. Ya'll

R
I
P

C'est la vie

So for the past whatever i've been feelin' whatever.
[insert whatever don't talk to me]

But now i'm feeling whatever! and hopefully that'll last for whatever
[insert whatever please talk to me!]


what a great way to start livin' in a new citay, being sick. but you know what? now that i feel better i can start working on my life to make sure it doesn't suck. I mean i got a job in chikago i can get a job in new york right?

right??

....right.....?
[insert not a again]



on the plus side i have been hanging out with friends that i haven't seen in like a year.

one. whole. year. some for two years. two. whole. years.

i almost wrote hole years (heh hole)

I've been doing things like having dinners and going to parks and going on roofs.
roofs! i'm so urban! eh? also eating ribs. and mac n cheese and potato salad and sushi and lamb and chips and NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM
but the only time i eat is when i'm wit friends other than that i can't afford to eat. so there's that.

well something will happen. because i guess it has to?

here's this



do you remember the secret world of alex mack? i do. i rly rly do.

P.S.

fuck you california

going an.y.where

So I'm talking a midnight train to anywhere/georgia/i'm not taking a train i'm flying to NYC.

Which one is the right answer!?!?!?!?!?!?

the last one.

I"ve been havin a gay ole time my last week in chikago. emphasis in the gay. iffff you knowwhatImean. am i right? eh? gay? ehhhhh?

I went to IML (that's international male leather for those of you not in the know, which usually includes me, but not this time.)
and it was intense seeing all the guys in leather and latex, costumes and gear. it wasn't too overwhelming since i had my frienz around. and we danced in the ballroom in the Hilton and it was like prom for the leather/fetish community. BEE TEA DUBZ i saw Dan Savage. squeee.

it was a lot more fun than my prom.

then artzkewl bit me on the cheek. hard. it....wasn't fun.
the end.

Sunday, I played kickall wit a some new frienz. what the ef is with me makin new frienzz the week before i go nueva york. this is bull crap. Evz. it was fun playin kickball wit a bunch-0 queerz.
queer control.

Our team won, but that's only because we were last up. oh and we all got drizzy so we all one in the long run.

Then i met up with m&m to get our collective grove on.


and now i'm not workin and getting read to move and i have laundry to do and errands to run and thing and things and things and things and things to do.


well, no to the way to the jose

but i'll need to talk it out before i walk it out

(QUOTES!)

So Nice

The weather is so nice. and i'm inside because, well:
1. i'm a loser
2. i'm lazy
3. i'm too busy watchin ANTM (in know i know, evz the 1st season was hellsa good hellsa good i say)
4. i'm just really sleeepy
5. i have swine flu (probably no joke a case of the pork pandemic [is that right? i don't care it's alliterative (sp??)] was found in Rogers Park
:(
;(


Friday I went with specs and a new friend artzkewl to the MFA art show at the SAIC. And there was some amazing work there.
one of my favorite pieces was a taxidermied hog back (HOG THEMED BLOG POST) with a video installation inside of it the was a scene of innards spliced with a running in the woods scene with a woman breathing heavily.

Of course my summary is lacking since i'm totez in articulate.
<3 art suk suk suk my arthole oh i found another of my fav pieces b/c sometimes i like kinda of gawdy art


Then specs, quarter-rican, our friend abfab (they met up with specs n i) and artzkewl all went out for a drizzink.

Once we parted ways artzkewl and i hug out a lil more then the night (knite?) ended.

Yestah-day (saturday) writer and i went ot hte hippity hoppity leavez we were joined by exaboo later
AND WE HAD MAD BEERZ YA'LL


Then ezaboo and i went to some other bar and then we went hommmmmmmme!

Today, as i wrote earlier i did nothing. Oh wait i did go to the grocery story and while i was listening to my ipodz i started doing this dancing thing AND THEN I REALIZED I WAS OUT IN PUBLIC AND NOT IN MY APT
oh lord

oh and also there is a b-day party going on outside of my window, they are having fun and cornholing :(

GOOD
NIGHT

he'll look at me and run jump, I'll understand

I'm sitting on the couch on this stupid sunday.
stupid you ask?
how could it be stupid?

Well I'll tell you reader. It's because it's been raining all day yesterday and today.
after the weather told us it's was going to be windy and 80's

FUCK YOU WEATHER PEOPLE

We had Chip Club yesterday and it awesome. like it always is.
ChipClub4lyfe


I've also been watching Blossom. The last episode was a very special blossom when she got her period. and she became a woman. Claire Huxtable also plays her dream mom. It's funny because she's on a different show AND because she's black and Blossom is white!

lololololololol interracial relationships are fun-e :P


I also bought jeans


here is something that i like:

cuff their collars

Well, frak (is that no longer cool to say now that BSG is over? (was it ever cool to say? i don't thinkg so)) I 've written in this piece in forever.

Like a month! what the what?
[insert no you don't oprah]

right at night; left in the morn

So sweet so melancholy. That poem written by my friend...writer....is a sweet and bitter light poem about darkness and the power of loss and gain in life, and about her cat getting her thyroid medication.


you see dear readers (all of one of you) I am housesittin' for writer (obvi)(?)


and now it;s sunday.

styxxx n i just had couchies.

and i'm watchin cable

checkmate

so like you know, whatever!

I remember watching the Simpson's episode where the family goes to Ned Flanders beach house and Lisa tries to be cool.

"it's lisa with her new friends and she looks like blossom!" is one of my favorite lines.
ever.
Because I want to look like blossom. I do, and I'm not going to hide it n e more!

Well the St. Patrick's (St. Patties/Paddies) parade has come and gone
and has left my body begging for _____

BUT I ALSO GOT MY TATTOO, FOOLS!
SUCK IT NERDZ

Clich-HEY

Get it?
It sounds as if a gay d00d was saying cliché...
is that homophobic?
internalized homophobia?
Is that even a thing if i'm postin' dis totez ironicalize?

Well I'm back to 3 down 2 to go

So I have une bouteille de vin

and i'm going downtown (psych!)

I have nothin to say.

Nighttime? Anytime.

This weekend was a weekend like any other weekend...well, that is, until she walked into my office. Or something.

That's how stuff starts right?


You have to start with an event that it outside of the ordinary. Some might call it the extraordinary or even X-traordinary or even XXXtraordinary
(this isn't that kinda blog: so get ya mind outa the gutter, metaphorically speaking, or literally speaking if, you had some kinda of medical procedure that went horrible wrong[grey's anatomy!!!!]).


Yesterday I took my first real step to get my tattoo (or tatty as i like to call'em). I have my image, I have my artist and I have my appointment.
So after Thursday, I'm going to take my journey into KEWLNEZZ. right? eh? eh?


Today writer and I went to Tweet for brizzunch (brunch) It was good. DUH.
And writer helped my writing that i let her read when i finished writing what i was writing. (how's that for a sentence?! suck it T. Kutchner!!)
The feedback was good (OBVI) b/c she is writer and I am not. So that is good and i have to start in my 2nd draft.


That hand is white. I am not.

I am the Rake

I'm excited for the next coupla months.
Some of my fave bandz r "droppin" new LP's (is that how you say it?)

Decemberists
Grizzly Bear
Matt n Kim

eeee! So excitin ya'll.

quarter-rican and are meetin up with a friend and going to house-warming party. It should be kinda fun! right! maybe!

Ya'll I just wish it wasn't so far away (far and away, that's a movie. I think)

I finished the thing I was writing. It's pretty...pretty dumb. But i gave it to some friends so they can read it and judge me.

Once they read it they will knowingly shake their head and make their mental pic of me a lil smaller; sadden by the fact that they now know i'm a lil st00pid


just a lil though. right? I'm just j/k lulzing with ya'll.

It Must Be

Well it's the weekend once again.

I'm plannin on gettin some SUSHI tonight (2knight!) with quarter-rican, bbs, writer, specs and ezaboo.
It's a party!
The whole gang is invited!
Except for you! You are reading this! or maybe not! i dunno!
¡¡¡¡¡exclamation pointz!!!!!

"¡" i like to call those mexclamation points! b/c i like to boil down several different ethno-social people from different countries, social histories and experiences in the U.S. into one simple catogory! (J/K LULZ)


It's grey n snowy out.
:)
;(

It was for Freedom

From myself and from the land.

Ezaboo and I have come back from our mini vay-cay into unreality.
[insert what do you do with a B.A. in ____?]


Like I've sad before it was blurry and thrilling and sad.

I talked to Prof. Moustache and that was weird. He said it was like "I never left" But that is the opposite of the truth. I didn't/don't belong there anymore.

It's one of those thangs that sound supah melodramatic (melodramz) and unrefined and arrogant to think that in the span of one year (ugh actually less than a year ya'll) I could have changed so much or that the school could have changed so much.

so whatevah.

When ezaboo and i stayed with Prof. Fabulous and his hubby at Mr.'s Fabulous awesome house, we ate crazy good southern cooking. and watched the Oscars.
And of course er'body was happy when s. penn got the golden bastard for being MILKed
and I was too and the speech was thoughtful and inspiring since you know the gheyz are people too.
[insert ya milked!]


This year it was like the Tony's (so much singin n dancin) except with more money and probably more viewership....and relevence....
;(

It was nice to be there. But it's nicer to be back, to my own special new nonreality.
[insert we ain't going to the town we're going to the city]

That Means No Where I Come From

After a 2 night stay here at Directorix hezzy (is that right?) ezaboo and I are headed to our former professors (the Mr.'s Fabulous) house to finish up our tour of our old stomping grounds.

Some might even call it our old haunts

spo0o0oky

All Things Go

So far I've had 2 conversations bout blogz.

Takin over the world (taken ovah teh wurld?)

Ezaboo and made a trip to ____inshirehilltownsvilleburg

and it was and has been weird/exhilarating and a lil annoying (just kidding ya'll! <3 ya'll, psych!) walking around and feeling like, feeling like, there is a constant need to move in order to not feel out of place. The more one moves the more things don't get awkward or I don't feel like a geezer. (totez old-timey srsly)

I met up with old friends. I met up with one friend, and it felt so comfortable to be around him and nice and good and a lil spesh(special, abbrevs duh!) That I'm sitting here wasting time writing about some1/one that....

N E WAYZ

This was about to cross over into something this blizzog was neverrrrrr supposed ta be!

So I ate and ate and ate and ate some more (just for a change of pace)
I saw people I don't recognize and instantly loathed their existance and their obliviousness. because i am that much of a jerk. and i saw those that will always remain the same with a shiny veneer of the new and it was beautiful and it was sad and it was infuriating because no one should change.

Even if Barry Bam Bam is Prez change ain't always good
[insert hope is futile]

NERDZ

I'm doin' somethin that only nerdz do:
I'm watchin L O S T
and using my retainer
while having an asthma attack
becuase i'm
worrying about my adult acne
and probably getting and ear infection

other then that
[insert I'M TOTEZ KEWL]


That's all i've got i've been trying to write on my blizzog more since I've taken the cheap gimmick of pictures.

I GOT MY OWN CHEAP GIMMICK YA'LL I DON'T NEED PIX

Everybody's got the Right

Or as I like to say it Er'body's or even Ey'body's or some combination therein most likely adding superfluous z's or x's or BOTH.

see what i did there? Eh? cool.

I'm getting tired of my music and i deserve to be happy with my music that is a priv-nay! A RIGHT that i have.

Yes the new animal collective is off the hook (hizzook?) (i think i actually meant what i wrote when i wrote off the hook.) Something is wrong with my brain wiring. But i want more. more new sounds to invade my earholes. 

NOT 

A

SURPRISE

Well, as I wait, wait for something, wait for the world to end (fingers crossed), wait for spring (the world ending is mostly like happening first) wait for inspiration (don't know what that even means n e moor) wait to hear back, wait for godot, 

I've been writing. A novel about a sad little ferret that gets its wish to be a sad little eagle. Then that sad lil eagle (his name is eagly the exoskeleton, did i mention that the sad lil eagle is inside-out? well he is but that's not why he's sad, so don't even bring it up!) goes on a big adventure! On this adventure he meets (heh meats) many jerks and then with his hollow, boney, inside-out wings he flies to a tree where he wishes that everyday was thanksgiving (he hates turkeys and pigs and cranberries but not yams incidentally) but that wish never comes true. THE END.

I've been doing some thinking, actually i find myself no longer thinkin about anything.

I just want to be thinking

thinking my thoughts. 

that ain't gonna happen.

at least not tonight

maybe not EVER. 

i also just want to dance (gay!)