Thursday, August 4, 2011
Total Eclipse of the Heart Glee
Guys, I need y'all so much. like a whore in heat. Right now, I'm pretty much a sorostitute. GLEE RACHEL BERRY FINN I DON'T KNOW HIS LAST NAME PUCK JESSIE DON'T KNOW LAST NAMES.
I just don't understand the human need for drama. Are we really so selfish as to be bored?
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Glee and other Adventures
I am officially a gleeek. I've watched 17 42-45 minute videos of the show--that's 12 hours of video (not counting loading time). Wow, BITCHES. Think of how much time you spend doing the mundane--eating, cooking, doing up the personal hygiene. Then think of how much time you spend sleeping. Like, seriously, 1/3 of your life is spent basically dead. WTF?
Ok, so bros, I'll now go into an analysis of some of the characters I've seen so far.
Like, first off, RACHEL BERRY (trying to get web hits... LOL). dah duh dah duh dah. Um, so far, they are showing her as the super-talented but annoying and socially inept dreamer singer. And uh, that's cool.
And like, KURT HUMMEL--super gay, bitches. It's almost not even acceptable how fabulous he wants to be. I love his role in the show, though it is intimidating that that is how many people might now see gay people. Like, we're not all that fabulous! Most of us are pretty simple--swimming in a sea of other simple people. It's just that our... PREFERENCES are more sophisticated.
HAHAHAHAHA FANFICTION WITH A CHARACTER THAT HASN'T BEEN INTRODUCED ON THE SHOW IN WHAT I'VE WATCHED SO FAR!!! http://kurtandblaine.com/ CHA BITCHES!!
So like, those are my two favorite so far. Baby drama is just annoying. I realize that the point of GLEE is to be way over the top about DRAAAAAMA but ya know, I can only handle so much. ESPECIALLY when I'm not habin no babies, brah! SOOOOOoooooo,,,,,........ . . . . . . . . . AHA I FEEL HYYYYGH!!!
Um, so like, I had my first drink of poison a couple weeks ago. Decided to call it quits at the equivalent of only 6 shots on my first go, though. The wine just started tasting terrible--LIKE MEGA-SUPER ULTRA-DUPER UBER TERRIBLE. In fact, all of it tasted horrible. But the wine was the worst. Here is a short list of my escapades:
Ok so like, school starts in what? TWO WEEKS? UGH summer, I'm almost going to miss you--though I can't wait to be stuck with my friends for hours everyday. MUAHAHAHAHA ITS THE SHY MAN'S PARADISE!!!!
THE WINE WAS SO NNNNNN - NNNNN - NNNNN - NNNNNAAAAASSSSSTTTTTYYYYYYYY!!!
Ok, so bros, I'll now go into an analysis of some of the characters I've seen so far.
Like, first off, RACHEL BERRY (trying to get web hits... LOL). dah duh dah duh dah. Um, so far, they are showing her as the super-talented but annoying and socially inept dreamer singer. And uh, that's cool.
And like, KURT HUMMEL--super gay, bitches. It's almost not even acceptable how fabulous he wants to be. I love his role in the show, though it is intimidating that that is how many people might now see gay people. Like, we're not all that fabulous! Most of us are pretty simple--swimming in a sea of other simple people. It's just that our... PREFERENCES are more sophisticated.
HAHAHAHAHA FANFICTION WITH A CHARACTER THAT HASN'T BEEN INTRODUCED ON THE SHOW IN WHAT I'VE WATCHED SO FAR!!! http://kurtandblaine.com/ CHA BITCHES!!
So like, those are my two favorite so far. Baby drama is just annoying. I realize that the point of GLEE is to be way over the top about DRAAAAAMA but ya know, I can only handle so much. ESPECIALLY when I'm not habin no babies, brah! SOOOOOoooooo,,,,,........ . . . . . . . . . AHA I FEEL HYYYYGH!!!
Um, so like, I had my first drink of poison a couple weeks ago. Decided to call it quits at the equivalent of only 6 shots on my first go, though. The wine just started tasting terrible--LIKE MEGA-SUPER ULTRA-DUPER UBER TERRIBLE. In fact, all of it tasted horrible. But the wine was the worst. Here is a short list of my escapades:
- Cinnamon WHISKEY (legit tasted like a fireball--the hot spicy gumball-like not-gum candy)
- Normal WHISKEY (blegh)
- Nasty-ass honey WHISKEY (blegh-er)
- White WINE (OMG had to have a cherry powerade chaser)
- BEEEhEEEhEEEhEEEEEEER (NOTE: drink dis-here d'after drinking da d'harder d'liquor--not before)
- I was told that the RUM was horrible
- And as a P.S. in the middle of the S., Some of the whiskey was downed in a limeade-sprite-whiskey mix
Ok so like, school starts in what? TWO WEEKS? UGH summer, I'm almost going to miss you--though I can't wait to be stuck with my friends for hours everyday. MUAHAHAHAHA ITS THE SHY MAN'S PARADISE!!!!
THE WINE WAS SO NNNNNN - NNNNN - NNNNN - NNNNNAAAAASSSSSTTTTTYYYYYYYY!!!
Friday, July 29, 2011
My father
I do not know if I have written on this subject before. It has been popping in and out of my head lately. I love the guy. Well, mostly. Sometimes, I hate him. But we'll get to that later.
My father is a general contractor--he builds stuff. He is presently somewhere in his late-forties, and he married my mother when he was in his twenties. They met in college. He was striving to become an engineer; she an educator. Only one is now what he/she tried to be. He could not complete his degree program and switched his major; she (eventually) became the director of a preschool and then a teacher of teachers. In summary, he did not quite live up to his college goal.
He is always doubting himself when it is not something that he knows--he knows building and sports. When it comes to writing, spelling, using any new technology, he is an intimidated puppy. He shields himself by hiding behind his lack of early school-training prowess, dyslexia, and his unhelpful parents. If he is not winning, he hides behind his spotty ignorance and occasional stupidity, and he will try to be the martyr. He will take on as much weight as he can, and when he fails, it is because everyone else gave him too great of a burden. Perhaps that is his biggest flaw. I guess he would be termed as lacking confidence and self-destructive.
He can be a kind individual. He socializes and can talk to people for hours. But he is also partly where I got my loner-ish qualities from. Think back to how he wants to be a martyr. He is large of girth and stuck in many of his ways. He likes to be funny, and he is the best person I know at putting words in people's mouths. He is known to quote people on things they've never said. But he means well.
He is flawed in a number of ways though. Certain members of my family are flawed in certain ways (what a universal statement: people are flawed). My brothers are bigots: they are racist against pretty much every race but their own (the white folks down south), they hate gay people, and they call themselves Christians. What a horrible combination. My mother is not too bad in the tolerance section of life, though I'm pretty sure she said that she would hate for one of her children to be gay. : / Poo. And finally, the man about whom this post is written.
My father is racist because two of his sons are racist and the other has given up on making his family politically correct. All the failed attempts condition a man to realize that some people are just not worth the effort. My father hates gay people and has said that he would either disown or kill his son if he had a gay one (I believe the latter threat was an exaggeration and a boast). He, too, is a Christian--a Methodist. Perhaps hypocrisy has trained me to hate the idea of Christianity as practiced by so many bigots and hypocrites.
My relationship with my father is one of ambivalence and secrecy. He is proud of me and yet disappointed--he would be almost hateful of me if only he knew about my sexuality. I love him and yet at once hate him--hate the ideals he stands for, the prejudices he holds, the fact that those prejudices can exist in a good man. I've cried because of the fact that he hates me for my existence, regardless of my qualities. It's irrational.
Of course, since I am not out of the closet and our relationship in that aspect IS one of secrecy, I cannot say for sure his actions. Perhaps he has lived in this need-to-be-PC world long enough to forgive me of my "inequities". Maybe his words are all just idle and subject to peer and familial pressure. I would like to think that he would still love me if he discovered I was gay. But I find that situation doubtful. If I was to tell my family, I honestly believe that I would not be allowed to live in this house anymore. And damn them, too, if that is how it would turn out. But it is quite possible that that would ruin much of my life--ruin what happiness there is left in it.
So, silence is golden. I will live my lie for a few more years and find solace in the fact that I am the martyr that my dad has taught me to be.
My father is a general contractor--he builds stuff. He is presently somewhere in his late-forties, and he married my mother when he was in his twenties. They met in college. He was striving to become an engineer; she an educator. Only one is now what he/she tried to be. He could not complete his degree program and switched his major; she (eventually) became the director of a preschool and then a teacher of teachers. In summary, he did not quite live up to his college goal.
He is always doubting himself when it is not something that he knows--he knows building and sports. When it comes to writing, spelling, using any new technology, he is an intimidated puppy. He shields himself by hiding behind his lack of early school-training prowess, dyslexia, and his unhelpful parents. If he is not winning, he hides behind his spotty ignorance and occasional stupidity, and he will try to be the martyr. He will take on as much weight as he can, and when he fails, it is because everyone else gave him too great of a burden. Perhaps that is his biggest flaw. I guess he would be termed as lacking confidence and self-destructive.
He can be a kind individual. He socializes and can talk to people for hours. But he is also partly where I got my loner-ish qualities from. Think back to how he wants to be a martyr. He is large of girth and stuck in many of his ways. He likes to be funny, and he is the best person I know at putting words in people's mouths. He is known to quote people on things they've never said. But he means well.
He is flawed in a number of ways though. Certain members of my family are flawed in certain ways (what a universal statement: people are flawed). My brothers are bigots: they are racist against pretty much every race but their own (the white folks down south), they hate gay people, and they call themselves Christians. What a horrible combination. My mother is not too bad in the tolerance section of life, though I'm pretty sure she said that she would hate for one of her children to be gay. : / Poo. And finally, the man about whom this post is written.
My father is racist because two of his sons are racist and the other has given up on making his family politically correct. All the failed attempts condition a man to realize that some people are just not worth the effort. My father hates gay people and has said that he would either disown or kill his son if he had a gay one (I believe the latter threat was an exaggeration and a boast). He, too, is a Christian--a Methodist. Perhaps hypocrisy has trained me to hate the idea of Christianity as practiced by so many bigots and hypocrites.
My relationship with my father is one of ambivalence and secrecy. He is proud of me and yet disappointed--he would be almost hateful of me if only he knew about my sexuality. I love him and yet at once hate him--hate the ideals he stands for, the prejudices he holds, the fact that those prejudices can exist in a good man. I've cried because of the fact that he hates me for my existence, regardless of my qualities. It's irrational.
Of course, since I am not out of the closet and our relationship in that aspect IS one of secrecy, I cannot say for sure his actions. Perhaps he has lived in this need-to-be-PC world long enough to forgive me of my "inequities". Maybe his words are all just idle and subject to peer and familial pressure. I would like to think that he would still love me if he discovered I was gay. But I find that situation doubtful. If I was to tell my family, I honestly believe that I would not be allowed to live in this house anymore. And damn them, too, if that is how it would turn out. But it is quite possible that that would ruin much of my life--ruin what happiness there is left in it.
So, silence is golden. I will live my lie for a few more years and find solace in the fact that I am the martyr that my dad has taught me to be.
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