It worries me slightly that I will do things while completely sober that most other people won't do unless they're at least a little drunk.

Of course one of those things is make out with other girls, so...
Prepare for random randomness from my day!



Professor Lubkowitz on his son: Jax came home last night and said "I learned how to count to three in Spanish today. Wanna hear?" Then he said "Buenos noches." It's the kind of thing you're not sure if you should correct or not.

Me on me: I really need to stop being interested in straight girls. And occasionally gay men. Clearly, I need to be a bisexual man. That will solve all my problems.
After reading a long article about abortion and pro-lifers vs. pro-choicers, in an old issue of Time today at work, I have come up with the perfect solution.

The best way to reduce the number of women seeking abortions? Promote homosexuality. If you're screwing another woman, you're not going to get knocked up. I guarntee it.

I'm therefore neither pro-chioce or pro-life. I'm pro-lesbian.






Disclaimer: This policy will not protect against HIV or other sexually transmitted diseases. Even lesbians need to practice safe sex.
I don't think it says anything good about me that I kind of want to make out with Hannah Montana.
Do you ever get the feeling that people only talk to you when they want something, and the rest of the time they can't be bothered to acknowledge your existance? I figure everyone must feel like that sometimes, but I seem to feel it rather often. I don't know if it's my obsessive need for attention, or if it's justified, but I don't like it.

It's the same feeling I had right around this time last year, that if I died in my room no one would notice for three days or so. Unless they wanted something from me. And it's not a nice feeling.


Also, I hate myself today because I didn't accomplish ANYTHING I had planned to. Ok, that's not entirely true, I did practice my clarinet and study Chem for about a million hours, but I didn't do any of my Ecology. Bah.



Now for the bi-polar bit (Heh... I am a bi-polar bi-sexual....Hahahahaha! Anyways,)

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS A MILD SPOILER ABOUT QUEER AS FOLK. IF YOU PLAN ON SOMEDAY WATCHING THIS SHOW AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW STUFF IN ADVANCE, THEN READ NO FURTHER.

All hail Justin, the King of Babylon!!! Heh. Oh, he showed Brian, and he showed him good.

Justin: A walking wet dream. At the diner where he works, his ass gets more compliments than the hamburgers. (His buns are fresh.) Even straight girls want to sleep with him. (And do.)

Ah, Justin is our king.


(I did not just throw in a Harry Potter reference there... Oh, who am I kidding, yes I did. I need to go to bed now, before I am completely overwhelmed by my own dorkiness.)


G'night kids.
So, we had another demonstration in Chem today. You remember what happened the last time we had a Chem demonstration? Yeah, well, so did my class.

Here's how it went down: Professor Findley gets Lex to hold a balloon on a string. Lex goes "Should I be afraid of this balloon?" and tries to keep it as far from himself as possible.

Then Findley sticks a birthday candle to the end of a pole, lights it, and gets Lex to hit the balloon away from the two of them. Findley then proceeds to put the lit candle next to the ballon, and the balloon explodes, in a small ball of fire and with a deafening bang. Because it was filled with Hydrogen gas. And I am sitting in the front row.

What is it with that man and making things explode in front of me? Has he not heard of the Hindenberg? Oh, and Lex shouldn't have been afraid of the balloon, he should have been afraid of the idiot with the candle. (Professor Findley)



Also, I had the nicest dream last night. I don't know why, but there was some girl that I really liked, and I wanted to make out with her. So I waited to surprise her, but she jumped on me and we ended up making out on a bed. The only problem is, I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WAS. I can't remember who the girl was, only I feel like it's someone I know.

I guess that's what I get for watching Queer As Folk (which is a FANTASTIC show, by the way) right before I go to bed.
HAPPY NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY!!!



And that's that.


There will be an update about the rest of my AMAZING Fall Break eventually, but see, I spent the break doing many things far more important than work....So, yeah, I now have lots of that to do.
Janeea, this post is for you. I hope you can figure out why.



Way, waaaaaaay back in 8th grade, I was OBSESSED with Batman Beyond. I was in love with Terry, yes, (And I couldn't find a good picture, but trust me, he was HAWT) but you know who else I really, REALLY liked? Inque. (pronounced 'ink'.)

She could change her shape, and she was all smooth, and she had mad seductress skillz...And he never did defeat her. She got away in the end. Like, she was "dead," but she really wasn't. Fucking awesome.


Yeah.




(And let's disregard how I was in love with a cartoon...)
Oh, I give up.

Lance Bass is gay. And it's not that I mind, and it's not that I even really care all that much, it's just that he was the only member of N'SYNC that I was attracted to, and since I only seem to be attracted to gay men and creepy men, I give up.

Too bad I'm not attracted to gay women...
Some Quotes:

Cheers make girls do stupid cartwheels. Orgasms make people happy. - Grahm, But I'm A Cheerleader (Which is an AMAZING movie, btw.)


(The following is from someone who realized she likes girls and not guys so much, and is roughly paraphrased)

See, I can look at guys and find them good looking, but it's like... You can go into a museum and look at a painting and think "Gee, that's beautiful," but that doesn't mean you want to fuck it.



And besides two rousing games of Trivial Pursuit, that's all for today.

Anna's Post

Jun. 3rd, 2006 01:09 am
I just don't understand how anything done out of love can be wrong. I just don't.


And I don't mean crazy psychotic "I killed her because I loved her" love. I mean real "I would do anything to keep you safe and happy" love.

I'm so upset that I'm crying. I don't want to go to Hell, but I just can't believe that homosexuality is a "go straight to Hell" sin. I just can't understand it. I can't and won't believe that Matthew Shepherd is in Hell. I can hardly believe that anyone would even SUGGEST that.

God, I just don't understand.
You know there's something wrong with your mind when you misread "exotic metal bangles" as "erotic metal bangles" and immediately picture big metal bracelets with pictures of naked women in scandalous poses on them.
1. I love and appreciate you all, and your help with my ambiguous sexuality.

2. "Bisexuality is the potential to feel sexually attracted to and to engage in sensual or sexual relationships with people of either sex. A bisexual person may not be equally attracted to both sexes, and the degree of attraction may vary over time."

That sounds about right. Now I'm going to be like Janeea and introduce myself to people with my name and my bisexuality.


Kidding. Totally kidding. Love you Neea!



P.S. But I am going to change my facebook. It's time.
There was this bit (what's the real word..Oh yeah. Segment.)err...segment on the news tonight about the new books teenagers are reading.

It basically said that they were trashy smut disguised as novels. One was about a father sleeping with his daughter, one was about a bunch of girls planning an "oral sex party" (entitled The Rainbow Club, or something like that. More on that later.) and one was about a teacher seducing and screwing her student.

My first thought was "Wow. That's as bad as fanfiction. At least fanfic authors are fairly anonymous and not making money off their smut."

My second thought was "I wonder what the story'd be like if they found out the things teenagers read on the internet on fanfic sites? Ah, if only they knew. These novels are the least of their worries when it comes to corrupting teens, let me tell you."

And my third thought was "Well...Anything sounds bad when you discribe it like that. We even read some pretty scandalous books in English this year if you break them down into one sentence focused on the bad bits."

Observe:

Their Eyes Were Watching God: A woman has three husbands; one who makes her do all the work, one who is possessive and abusive, and one who gets rabies and whom she eventually kills.

Othello: Man thinks his wife is cheating on him, so he smothers her, only to find out she did nothing wrong; at which point he kills himself.

MacBeth: Man kills king, then hires men to kill best friend and enemy's entire family, then has head chopped off by enemy.

See? Pretend you know nothing about those stories and just read that short description. What impression do you get? Anything sounds bad when you condense it into one sentence.

Then I had to figure out how to NOT tell my parents why I laughed so hard at the cover of the Rainbow Party book, which showed various shades of lipstick in bright colors; the reason for my hilarity being that Kayla Bossi explained to several people once exactly what it meant to "make a rainbow" and then told me I should get some female friends together and do it for Phil. (Who I was dating at the time.) I think she may have even volunteered herself and Lauren.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

(Oh. Some of you don't know why that's gross do you? Allow me to explain. THIS NEXT BIT HERE IS A BIT R OR EVEN X RATED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! "Making a rainbow" is when a group of girls all put on different colored lipsticks, and then give the same guy blowjobs, thereby making a rainbow in a place where no rainbow should be.)

All together now: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

Current Mood: cold
May I just say, completely randomly, that I have learned more about sex through fan fiction than I ever did in sex ed class.

Of course, what I've learned are not the sorts of things you'd really expect them to teach in school, but they're far far far more useful.

And much more practical.

*Evil and lecherous grin*

Me

Aug. 8th, 2005 05:39 pm
I baby-sat again today.

There was no more mention of sexiness, homosexuality, or anything else from yesterday.

But Austin and Nathan did try to kill each other once again.


I took them for a walk to the playground up the street, and who should drive by us on the way back? Aaron Mack.

Me: *Waves*
Aaron *Waves back. Looks amusedly at gaggle of children*
Gaggle of Children: Who's that?
Me: My friend Aaron.
Gaggle of Children: We like his car!
Me: Aaron! Aaron!
Aaron: *Leans casually out of car, now parked in Teddy's driveway* Yes?
Me: They like your car.
Aaron: Thanks!
Me: *Smiles, waves goodbye*
Aaron: *Waves goodbye*
Me + Gaggle of Children: Meander off up street.

And that was that.
The seven year old boy I was babysitting today told me I was sexy.

After he oogled my Padme action figure, and told me she had "big boobs."

His six year old sister made all the action figures make out.

And their ten year old brother lamented the fact that his girlfriend had dumped him. Then he told me all the friends he has who have kissed girls. When I told him I didn't kiss a boy until I was 14 years old he was shocked.

A few hours later I had to explain to them what it meant to be "gay", after Austin (the ten year old) called Nathan (the seven year old) gay, and I informed him that that was not appropriate.

I really didn't kiss a boy until I was 14. I couldn't even think the word "sexy" without giggling until at least 8th grade. I don't recall knowing the definition of the word "gay" until they accused the purple Tellitubby of being so when I was in 7th grade.

What happened?

Current Mood:
surprised
I forgot to mention what happened the other day at the Friendly's in West Leb.

Well, nothing really happened, exactly, but it was memorable.

My mom and I were sitting in our booth, pretty much done with lunch, (I had some sort of delicios barbecue chicken thing that came with three or four side dishes...I like side dishes) when these two men with a baby were seated across from us.

Now, two men out to lunch with a blonde baby girl is not something you see every day, (especially when said girl is yelling quite loudly) so naturally Mom and I looked over at them occasionally.

They ordered a hot dog and macaroni and cheese to appease the little girl, and while they waited for the food to arrive, they just...It's hard to describe really, they were just so...compatable, I guess, and...comfortable with each other. They just talked and moved and existed like they'd been together their whole lives, and were meant to be that way.

In short, they exuded coupleness. A sort of relationship that is neither plutonic nor family related, but made up entirely of love. (And they both had on weddings bands...But on their right hands. That was a cute touch.)

Anyways, the food came quickly (I suspect they rushed the order...She was not a quiet baby) and one man cut up the hot dog and placed a piece in front of the girl.

Whereupon, she immediately wacked it off the table with a strength that one would not expect from such a small being. It was the cutest and funniest thing I have ever seen.

That lunch made my day really. It was just...nice. Cute. Normal. They weren't very attractive men, they certainly weren't flamboyant; if you saw one or the other alone you would probably pass him by without a second glance. They were just two people, in love, with their daughter, having lunch. Normal. The very essence of humanity.

I defy anyone to tell me that is wrong.

Current Mood:
determined
Erin and Renee and I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith last night.

Holy fucking shit.

You know what I want to be when I grow up? Angelina Jolie.

Renee and I both agreed that we'd do her. I think Erin would too, as long as she whipped out those handcuffs.

Then we went in the hot tub in the rain, which was interesting because my head was cold but the rest of me was hot.

Then we had pie. Mmmmmmmmmm Pie.

If I could remember any good quotes from Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the moment, I'd post them.

Current Mood:
groggy

Ok Chitlens

Jan. 5th, 2005 11:59 pm
So...Finals. Well they went rather better than expected. I am excited. Done with half of physics, and I never have to see Mrs. Costello again after tomorrow! Yippiee!

Now, I want to tell Heather and Janeea and any other concerned friends that no one specifically said to me that I was a prude...I think my words were a bit misleading... they just said that people who wait until marriage and are still virgins at 17 are prudes...and I took it personally. So there is no person you can punch, and she goes to another school anyways. And I only see her at the hospital on Tuesdays.

And the movie. I can't believe I stumped you guys! That's not even the hardest quote in my arsenal! But I suppose any quote is hard if you haven't seen the movie... So I will give you a hint. It involves mutants. Lightning STORM and a TOAD... "What happens to a toad when it gets struck by lightning? The same thing that happens to everything else." Then she zaps him. BAM! Ray Park and Halle Berry. I cannot be any more obvious. Heh.

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