I'm going to make a resolution (even though I have never done a resolution, because white people do those and in the eternal wisdom that is my mother "you don't want to be like white people do you?"), I'm going to attempt and possibly (re:probably) fail to write in this thing every day. My excuse that is that maybe by writing something inane everyday perhaps it'll inspire me to right something inane and hopefully entertaining IRL (that's in real life to you, yes I'm looking at you old man Hidgins). So yea. boo-ya.
[insert what I got when I google imaged "old man hidgins (NO I WASN'T MISSPELLING HUDGENS K THNX)]
This goes along with my attempt to exercise (please I can barely spell exercise (w/o spell check)), as well as my attempt to work on my budget, and eat better. HAHAHA psych!
So yeah, this blog will get even more dumb as the year goes along! get ready!
Oh, I also had a dream last night that I got my lighthouse tattoo (that I'm currently saving up to get, suck it budget!), instead of just the outward face of the lighthouse it was a cross-section of a lighthouse and it looked cool in my dream so maybe when I talk to an artist we'll play around with that.
[insert image that I really liked but it might look too much like a dong]
Well here I am again in the verge of shame disgust and arousal (a state that I'm beginning to find myself over and over again).
DS7 and I bought two armchairs, and by DS7 and I mean only DS7. He's got the cashmoneymillionaires. No he doesn't.
I finished my room and it looks very nice and messy which was the aesthetic I was going for and our living room is feeling very homey and comfortable. All I need to do now, is everything: Shelves Frames Bed Dresser Everything everywhere in the entire world.
I also need glasses and go to the doctor and go to the dentist and things and things and stuff and spending and spending ugh everything is stupid.
I don't go to work until noon tomorrow, which is the only reason I'm awake.
This is the first post of the new year I spent the first three days of the new year going to sleep at horrible times. So eaaaaarly in da moh'nin'
I've also met a fOtOgrapher and "i'ma get my pitcher takin'" So that'll be weird and something that I've kinda always wanted to do since I'm kiiiiiiiiiiiinda narcissistic (don't tell anyone what am I thinkin' no one reads this!) but also something that I've never thought I'd have the b-a-l-l-z to do it. So I'm kinda nervous/excited/aroused/shamed (see how I worked it with what I wrote on top?) writing!
I've also been trying to write the play, but this damn writers block is cock blocking my writins'. Well, I'll take my time I'll put it back I'll touch myself till I'm on track. (masturbation reference to writing and music)
LADY GAGA, who, bee tea dubz, yours truly is going to see in about 2.5 weeeeeeeeeeks
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
