Rut of Depression

It's been almost two months since my last post. Part of the reason it's been so long is that I've been busy but mostly it's because I logged out one day and forgot the password to log back in. Well, I remember it now, so I'm back.

My life currently sucks. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being suicidal and 10 being orgasmic, I give myself a 3.2. Well, I'm living in a city that I know longer get a thril from. I have 7 friends in this city. 2 of which I work with but after they leave next week, I may lose the only 2 people who have truly understood me. Some of my best friends who have known me for 5-10 years don't understand me as well as these 2. I have 3 friends that I typically see at least once a week. We go out for drinks, Friday or Saturday, so I'm thankful I have that but that leaves 5-6 days of isolation most nights. Then, there are 2 other friends. These 2 I see maybe once every couple months. Anyways, I need to get out and meet more people, but I don't know where to go. I'm not interested in just going to the bars. I want to discover real things to do, however with winter approaching, that limits a lot of possibilities. As willing as I would like to believe I am, I have doubts that I will find things to do. I'm just too busy somedays with school to get a hobby. Hopefully, I can just concentrate on my education, graduate in May '07 and then move out of this state. Either way, this is going to be a rather depressing 8 months ahead.

I'm in a relationship now but lately, things don't seem to be working anymore. I don't think he is putting in much effort and although he's a nice guy, it's probably almost over. Considerng I want to move next year, it's over anyways. I don't like breaking up with people. I don't like hurting the other person although the last 3 people I felt guilty about dumping, they turned right around and showed me their evil side which makes me wonder why I feel so bad now if this might be another one of those situations. Oh well, on a brighter note, Chirstina Aguilera's new CD is great and gets better with each listen.

I could continue this rant, talk about how dirty and slobbish my roommate is but I'll save that for another time. With any luck, maybe I'll move in with a friend around November and things will go from a 3.2 up to a 5.0. Let's wait and hope for the best.

Is 9/11 Overrated?

With less than 5 years between today and September 11th, 2001, the tragedy that occured in NYC, Washington DC and the crash of Flight 93, it seems the events just won't go away. It's still newsworthy and currently Hollywood has begun to release movies based on the events of 9/11. In a few weeks, Oliver Stone's new film tells the story of 2 firefighters trapped beneath the rubble of the world trade center. Although the film looks promising, it seems many people are outraged that Hollywood is trying to profit from the loss of life that occured on 9/11. Many innocent Americans died that Tuesday morning and like most Americans, I too was shocked that morning.

The devistation that seemed to unfold live on CNN and other networks covered nothing but 9/11 stories for the first week. I know because that first week, I became addicted to the news but looking back, I can't help but wonder why. The news footage seemed to loop the video of the Twin Towers on an endless cycle. What became a national tragedy soon turned into a media circus that earned CNN the highest ratings since the Gulf War coverage in the early 1990's. After all that attention, came the one year anniversary of 9/11. On September 11th, 2002 CNN reminded many Americans what a difference a year really makes. Even without Hollywood, 9/11 has become something to exploit. From George W. Bush's connection between 9/11 and Iraq, or the magnetic ribbons attached to practically every car on the highway, or even those idiotic "We Will Not Forget" t-shirts that people bought right afterwards. (Ironically,the remaining patriotic shirts were forgotten and then got marked down so low that it's difficult for me to believe companies didn't just decide to throw them in the trash) Do you remember the last time you saw somebody on the street wearing one of those shirts? Hmmmm, if so, you are one of the few. I'm assuming those who bought the shirt forgot em' and its hanging in the back of the closet right now.

Many innocent people died that morning and although I do feel bad for the families, most Americans need a reminder that we still have it better than others. How many people in this world starve to death while we eat more food than is humanly possible? Although the terrorism on American ground was terrifying, it's nothing compared to the poverty that the rest of the world goes through while our own government ignores it all.

Religion Must Die

How can the president (lower-case p) veto a bill that could possibly help so many people? Starting an unjust war that has killed so many American soldiers and innocent civilians in the Middle East doesn't sound like the man has any interest in life, so why is he so concerned with the false belief that stem cell research is the same as aborition or murder? I can not believe how idiotic grown men and women are when it comes to supporting the president.

Good-bye gay marriage. Good-bye to the hope that anybody doomed to spend their lifetime in a wheelchair will one day walk again. Good-bye to the advantages that Clinton gave so many Americans, now being taken away again by the president. I just hope the next President brings back the unity that this country deserves.

Good-Bye Madison

Well it seems as if most of my friends in Madison have either left or are planning on leaving within the next year. I'm not sure if I'll be making many visits to Madison these days since lately my last couple visits have been spent either with my parents (not the greatest or most enjoyable weekend) or with my 2 remaining Madison friends. It seems that if I'm in town any time soon, I have a feeling practically nobody will know.

The fact that most of my friends have either left or plan on leaving making the decision to relocate myself after graduation easier. I've thought about a few choices, such as Seatle, Minneapolis, London, Essex, San Francisco or possibly someplace that has mild winters and tolerable summers. I guess I have a year or two left to decide.

Triple Date

For the past 5 months, I've been dating a guy named Scott and my friends have heard me talk him from time to time but they have yet to meet him. Well, 2 weeks ago, I was drinking margaritas with Dave, Warren and Jason and somebody had the bright idea to have a triple date. As much fun as this sounds, it also makes me wonder if they will like him as much as I do. I suppose in the long run, it doesn't matter if anybody likes him or not because I like him alot and I see this relationship working out for both of us.

Tonight will also mark the first time any of my friends have ever met someone I've dated. Usually the guys I date don't last more than a month so there isn't much time for introductions. They come and go, or they bore me to death and I show them the way out. In 5 months, I can safely say that Scott has never bored me and we have never found ourselves in a big debate/argument like some of my friend's and their boyfriends. I know it's important that couples argue in a relationship but it's not a good sign if those arguements happen too early in the relationship.

Well, I guess all I'm saying is that I'm happy where I am now and I hope it lasts a little longer.

Mountain Dew no more

I heard that cutting back on soda can help people loss weight. Although I don't think I'm fat, I do believe I drink way too much mountain dew. It has become an addiction for over 10 years. As of July 1st, I decided to stop drinking soda. As an experiment, I also decided to weigh myself. As of July 1st, 2006 I weighed 117lbs. In a month, I plan on weighing myself again to see if any significant weight loss has occured. Even if I don't loss weight, I'm sure I will save at least $10 a week.

The He-Man Chronicles

There is a new man in my life and his name is Skeletor. Skeletor is famously known as the evil villian of the He-Man cartoon but today he has a new career; blog master. I recommend everybody go to YouTube and search "Unemployed Skeletor." If you do, you will come across a new video blog of evil that details the life of Skeletor after He-Man. Time has not been good to him however. He is not as physically fit as he once was, but he hasn't aged much since the early 80's. Although he seems to have gained a few pounds, his appearance is just as youthful today as it once was. Very amusing stuff.

Anyways, watching Skeletor's Blog of Evil has rekindled my desire to go back and watch He-Man cartoons. Tonight I watched the very first episode, The Cosmic Comet, and the show seems to be as gay as ever. It is very possible that I am actively searching each episode for signs of He-Man's sexuality, thus taking even the smallest detail and turning it into something monumental. Well, I'll let you decide. I shall end this blog with a snippet of dialogue from the first episde of He-Man.

Zagraz: "Gather round, you must all touch it."
Teelah: "Eww, it feels so...evil."

Zagraz is an old wizard and Teelah, a female warrior that fights alongside He-Man. Basically, Zagraz was telling everybody to touch a meteor and help "heal" the meteor's heart. I'm almost certain if I mentioned that meteors have hearts in Astronomy, I would have failed.

Snakes On A Plane

Is anybody else out there feeling the excitment that Snakes On A Plane is generating? Only 2 more months until the movie event of the summer takes place!!

Another Mysterious Site

If anybody is a fan of the T.V. show Lost, you may or may not have noticed that the show is beginning to take its mysterious aura to a new level. Hidden among regular commericals, the show is now airing a fake commercial promoting a fake organization known as the Hanso Organization. The site doesn't seem to have any relevent information that connects Lost with these commercials but somehow they are meaningful. I posted a link last week which links directly to the Hanso Foundation site. This week, a new site was advertised. I'm still confused but intrigued.

Hanso Foundation

What can you tell me about this site?

Somebody, please explain this to me!

I was watching late night television tonight, a rerun of Saturday Night Live that airs at midnight on E!, when the commercials began to run countless phone sex ads. Although I do not like phone sex, I can understand how some might find it fun. It can be very expensive if you're a straight man and want to speak with a hot supermodel, but it is free if you're gay and have access to the internet. As if phone sex wasn't enough these days, there is something new out there for the straight men whos wives refuse to touch them and that is text messaging flirtation. Now you can text message these hot girls and flirt for a small fee. Somebody, please explain how erotic text messages with strangers that claim to be the hottest women available works. Are these men that desperate? Don't they know that if a woman performing phone sex isn't that hot girl on the commercial, but probably a 40 year old trailer trash husky shit of lard then chances are whoever is sending you erotic text messages is almost definately NOT a woman. Probably not even a person, but an automated computer system. Anyways, I have no point with this but if you live in Wisconsin and you read my blog, make sure to vote NO on banning same-sex marriage. I see no reason why gay people can't marry just because the straight men in this state are doomed to a sexless marriage.

ROBOT SEX

WOW! Read this and be amazed. I can't wait for this technology to be as available as cell phones are today, but what will it look like? Cyber sex will take on a whole new meaning. I hope that the person on the other end of the cybersex gets to control the vibration and feeling that the "partner" experiences. Soon, we will all be as lucky as the Jetsons when our computers can stimulate us and no longer will we have to use our hands like a pathetic loser. Cleaning up will also be easier.

"Annie Sprinke, a former adult film actress, prostitute and author of "Spectacular Sex," said teledildonics are a logical outgrowth of improvments in pleasure devices."

The Things I Will Miss........

Graduation is approaching quicker than I expected. In December, I become a college graduate and once I pick up my degree I will be forced to make important decisions about my future. I have considered two options: move back to Madison for a year or leave Wisconsin for a warmer climate. I would like to leave Milwaukee for a better community. Although I have met some nice friends during my 2+ years here, I have also met a lot of forgettable faces that seem to disappear all too quickly.

As much as I look forward to leaving Milwaukee, there are a few things I will miss. I love the neighborhood I live in because it feels like a friendly community where people say hello on the streets. Although the homes are very gorgeous, and the lake view is nice, the best part of living here are the little oddities I've noticed on daily walks, such as guys pissing on the side of buildings just a few yards away from the sidewalk (in broad daylight). That strange crippled man in the wheelchair that can't even lift his head up. I haven't figured him out yet, but he intrigues me. A 60+ year old man that parks his wheelchair on the corner by the icecream shop during warm spring and summer days, sleeps and....well, I don't know what else but it is very weird. I've walked past him many times before and never heard him speak, so I doubt he's out there asking for money, but he's out there. I will miss the panhandlers asking me for change. This is remarkable! Homeless men standing just 2 blocks from a neighborhood of homes that cost $500,000 to $2,000,000 and they have the nerve to ask a college student for change. I have lots of change but I don't just hand it out. I would rather toss my $0.35 in the sewer than hand it over to another human being. I will miss the rich people in the neighborhood that take their dogs for a walk without a leash. They probably spent a lot of money just to have a professional train their dogs not to run away.

My first semester to UW-Milwaukee was an interesting experience. Transfering from Whitewater, I was just glad to be in a city again. I knew I wasn't in Whitewater when I saw a homeless man sleeping on a bench in the middle of the afternoon during my first week of classes. How bizarre but yet, it was like adding spice to a bland piece of meat. It just felt right for some reason. However, the UW-Milwaukee is looking to reshape its image and it pisses me off. The student associating on campus wants to change UWM to WSU (Wisconsin State University) just to seperate itself from Madison. BULLSHIT!!, I say. I want to graduate from UWM, not WSU. As tuition rises every semester, I see no reason to spend even more money on something so wasteful. Everything on campus with the letters UWM would have to be replaced and that costs money to reprint and replace it all with WSU. The funniest aspect of this whole name change is that students actually think that if the name was WSU, the university would distance itself from the U of W Madison. The only way Milwaukee could distinguish itself in this state is to remain UWM and realize that it will always be #2 in the state and that is ok.

I don't know

I tried to write in my blog tonight. Some kind of confession on how I have been feeling lately but I couldn't write more than a few sentences and nothing felt sincere. I have a lot to say, but I don't know how to say it and if I do say what I'm thinking, who is interested anyways?

Restless Night

Tonight, I am feeling very restless. I can not concentrate on anything. I have an important exam in 2 weeks, so the smart thing would be for me to study. However, everytime I sit down and review my notes or textbook, my mind begins to race. I have tried to study 3 times tonight, but each time my mind begins to go elsewhere and I put down my textbook after just 5 or 10 minutes of study time. It's as if I want to fail, but don't want to admit it. If there is any luck on my side, I will graduate in December (instead of May 2007), but I suppose the only way to graduate is to pass my classes and get the best grades of the last 4 years in the next 2 semesters.

I know a lot of college graduates that tell me I will miss this and getting a job out in the real world isn't all that exciting, but at least it will be a decent paycheck. I also can afford some luxaries that college students must put on hold, like a car and maybe a place of my own. Maybe that place of my own will be in a warmer climate too, like Florida or Arizona or London. Although London isn't any warmer, it would be a very exciting place to live.

But before I can get all that, first I must focus my concentration and learn about research.

Brokeback Mountain.......yet again.

I'm so sick of hearing about Brokeback Mountain. Before the movie came out, all I remember hearing about this film was that it was a gay lovestory and before anybody saw it, people already had a very negative reaction. Church organizations blasted the film for its positive portrayal of two gay men in love. Then, the film was nominated for Best Picture. When the film did not win the oscar, gay people seemed to blast the Academy for its prejudiced views. Jesus Christ!! 5 films were nominated and each year, only 1 film wins. I don't hear Capote, Munich or Good Night and Good Luck fans crying outrage.

And now this!! Randy Quaid is bitching that he deserves more money because the producers lied to him. Since when has Randy Quaid been an actor in demand? He should be thankful that he now has a film on his resume which is actually good. If he truly believes that the producers knew that a love story about two gay cowboys was about to make almost a hundred million dollars, then he's a fool. Not many gay movies get an audience as diverse as Brokeback Mountain did. And no gay movie has ever been seen as the lead contender for Best Picture. Randy Quaid, I suggest you be grateful and please don't do anymore National Lampoon movies. You're starting to make Chevy Chase look like good.

Higher Education is Overrated

Okay, so for reasons beyond my comprehension, a good ninety five percent of the adult population has somehow never been able to master that nefarious goblin of spelling basics: the difference between your and you're, and the differences between their, there, and they're. I really don't think it's that difficult of a concept, but I know far too many otherwise intelligent people who continue to abuse this particular corner of the english language, and it's time that I did something about it. So for those of you still struggling with fourth grade grammar lessons, here's a little refresher...

LESSON 1: your and you're

YOUR is a pronoun, the possessive form of you, and thus refers specifically to possession. For example, "it is YOUR hat." You possess the hat. "Let's go to YOUR house." You possess the house. "Your friend wants to talk to you." You possess the friend. Well, you probably don't *actually* possess your friend, unless you own your friend as a slave or you're into some kinky dominant/submissive shit. But, you know, grammatically speaking... You get the point.

YOU'RE is simply a contraction of YOU ARE, you being the pronoun of the second person, and are being the present indicative plural of the substantive verb "to be." So, for example, when you say "YOU'RE going to the park," that is the same as saying, "YOU ARE going to the park." Amazing, isn't it? Some examples of this include, "YOU'RE an idiot." "Watch where YOU'RE going." "Let me know when YOU'RE done."

Now that you see how easy it is, let's try a quiz. In the following sentences, fill in the blanks with either YOUR or YOU'RE. When you're done, check the answers below and see how you fared! I know this is stressful, so I've made it easier by creating some sentences that MySpace kids can relate to:


1. "I like ______ haircut, it kind of looks like the one I had three months ago when it was still cool."

2. "______ not going to believe the ironic, faux-vintage t-shirt I got at Urban Outfitters!"

3. "My list of favorite bands is way more informed than ______ list of favorite bands."

4. "I hope ______ going to post those out-of-focus digital pictures from the Bright Eyes show on ______ LiveJournal."

5. "I can't believe ______ still listening to those guys; they already have a video so it's kind of over."


Okay, let's see how you did! Here are the answers: 1. YOUR 2. YOU'RE 3. YOUR 4. YOU'RE, YOUR 5. YOU'RE

If you got all five questions right, congratulations! You're ready to move on to lesson two! If not, I'd suggest going back and reviewing a few more times before you continue. This is pretty hard stuff, even for college-educated adults, so it's important that you feel really comfortable with these concepts.

When you're ready, let's do...

LESSON 2: their, they're, and there

This is a bit trickier, so pay attention!

THEIR is a pronoun, the possessive form of they. It serves the same purpose as YOUR, except it refers to the plural form of he, she, or it. Hence, a GROUP of people. So, when THEY possess something, it is THEIRS. For example, "it is THEIR hat." They possess the hat. "Let's go to THEIR house." They possess the house.

THEY'RE is the contraction of THEY ARE, they being the plural form of he, she, or it, and are being the present indicative plural of the substantive verb "to be." So, THEY'RE serves the same purpose as YOU'RE, except it refers to a group of people. When you use THEY'RE, it is the same as saying THEY ARE. For example, "THEY'RE having us over for dinner." "I don't know where THEY'RE going." "THEY'RE all playing basketball." Not too hard, eh? Well there's one more, and this is where it gets complicated...

THERE is an adverb, meaning "in or at that place." An adverb is a word that modifies a verb, which makes this very different from THEIR and THEY'RE. It is a place. Examples might be, "Let's go over THERE." THERE refers to the destination. "THERE is a dead kitten in the street." THERE refers to the place where the dead kitten is. "He's never been THERE before." THERE refers to the place where he has never been.

Simple enough, right? Let's have another quiz! Fill in the blanks with either THEIR, THEY'RE, or THERE. Good luck!


1. "Don't you think ______ song structure is a bit obvious?"

2. "______ always shopping at Diesel, but they can never afford anything ______ because ______ rent is so high from living on Bedford Ave."

3. "God, I can't believe you rent videos from Blockbuster, ______ exactly the type of corporate monstrosity that's killing off cinema as an art form."

4. "The Voice said Manhattan is the new Brooklyn, so I'm thinking about moving back ______ if I can pick up more bartending shifts and find six people to share a studio with."

5. "______ lyrics are so good, I can never narrow it down to just one part for my headline so I just put the whole song in my 'About Me' because it's like ______ describing my life SO perfectly in that song."


Okay, here are the answers: 1. THEIR 2. THEY'RE, THERE, THEIR 3. THEY'RE 4. THERE 5. THEIR, THEY'RE

Did you get them all right? If so, congratulations! You're finally catching up to a fifth grade education! Your LiveJournal friends are going to be oozing with jealousy over how sparklingly flawless your grammar is when you AIM them! If you missed a few questions, just keep practicing! And always remember, you don't really have to know how to spell to play derivative indie rock songs, so I'm sure you and your band still have a bright future in the music industry! Except that you're in it for art, so you would never want to be part of an "industry" anyway, right? My bad.


(I confess, I stole this post from another person's blog but it's such a great post I wanted to share it with others because I feel the same way). Demonbaby, April 12th 2004)

Cadburry is King

If you love the Cadbury creme egg, I suggest you sign the petition. I doubt it would do any good, but it's just nice that there are other people out there who share my ideas.

Thank You

I would like to dedicate this post to all the people who read my blog, especially to those I don't even know. It amazes me that anybody would want to spend their time reading my blog if they don't know me. To all those who are reading this now, I thank you and an extra thanks to anybody who doesn't live in the United States and considers my blog as topical as the New York Times or CNN.

p.s., I love reading your comments. Keep em coming and make sure you let me know where you are from. XOXOXO

Undecided

Tonight's post will be vague and vague for a reason. All I will say is that I am angry at some people, pissed at a few of my friends and in good spirit for other friends. Basically, I find myself at crossroads which leave me wondering a few things.

The Bestest Boyfriend in the Whole World

How many guys do you come across on a daily or monthly basis who brags about their great boyfriend? I'm writing this to all the single guys who feel so alone around this time of year. Valentine's Day (or singles awareness day as many call it) seems to be that time of year where couples celebrate being with one another. Although I admire anybody who is in a true relationship, say one that has shown staying power or 9 months or more, I am beginning to loath anybody who claims to have "The Bestest Boyfriend in the Whole World"
How do you spot these idiots? Well, it's pretty easy. Anybody who has dated for a couple months and says "I love you" might be a fake. OR, my favorite are the people who use their AIM away messages as a message to their boyfriend about how lucky they are to be together. If an away message is a message meant for just that one person, it is a safe bet that the away message's intent is to inform everybody and anybody that they are no longer single. It's like being freakishly hung and wanting to strip at any chance one gets. All it is, is a need to show it off in public. It's also a safe bet that these types of relationships are rather superficial.
So, to all those who did not celebrate Valentine's Day, I say take advantage of all the cheap candy that is now onsale. There is no shame in purchasing a heart shaped box of candy for yourself to enjoy on a Saturday night. Love means never having to say stupid shit like best boyfriend in the world because there can only be one best.

Website of the Week: NO MORE!!

Like the emails I have sent out in the past 3 weeks, I am noticing very little attention in return. I send an email to 90% of the people in my list regarding the polar bear plunge and I get no responses back. I've asked about 40 people if they would be interested in donating a few bucks to charity, or participating in the jump or just watching me jump and I hear back from less than 10.
I send out another email to about 20 people informing them of my birthday and I get just a couple responses back. If this is all I can expect, then I suppose it will be a rather lonely birthday. I do plan on going out, but maybe an intimate group is better.
As far as the websites of the week go, I think I'll stop that. I'll continue to post my thoughts and let my creativity shine through but if you want anymore weird links, I suggest you just be patient. If I like you, I might share them with you personally. :-D

Website of the Week

Do you enjoy reminiscing about all the great moments of your childhood? Do you just like to look back and laugh at how dumb some of your favorite shows were? Then I suggest checking out RetroJunk.com Some of the best shows from Nickelodeon that you probably forgot are here now. Click "80's TV shows" and enjoy.

Happy F*ck!n Birthday

My birthday is approaching and I have no idea what to do for the day. It's the 17th of February, which is a Friday night. The following morning is when I participate in the polar bear plunge. For those who don't know about the plunge, it's a large number of people who jump into a freezing lake for charity. Personally, I do it because I enjoy doing dumb things like jumping into a frozen lake, not so much about the "good cause" but it is for a good cause and so far, I'm up to $85 for my donations.

So, back to the birthday thing. I'm sure I'll be in Madison that night because I'll have to do registration for the jump the day before it all happens, but I don't have any ideas. I suppose I'll have a dinner with friends and then hit a few bars. I think the inferno sounds like a good place to start and then maybe head over to Shamrock or Club 5, but nothing is set in stone. I think at this point, I still need too be persauded to do anything special.

An Observation of the Day

Has anybody out there noticed an increasing trend in straight men who shave their legs? If you haven't notices this, I suggest you go to the gym more often. I am noticing more guys who workout are beginning to shave their legs. It makes me wonder what else these straight guys are shaving. :-) With the exception of that one guy I saw last week who had a really bad case of razor burn on his legs, most have mastered the close shave nicely.

Website of the Week

Here's a website that probably wasn't meant to be strange, but for some reason it just makes me wonder what the deal is with Chuck Norris. My favorite section is the "Christian" area. It's just a shame that the chat room isn't working anymore because I would have a lot of fun in there. If you would like to purchase any Chuck Norris merchandise, I would recommend "Chuck's Code of Ethics" poster. You can't go wrong with that!

Confessions on a Dance Floor

The other night, I broke one of my rules that I try to obey. I went to a club with a guy I had never met before. There have been many instances where I sit at home all day Friday or Saturday, doing nothing and feeling bored and isolated. It's usually when this happens when I will jump at any opportunity to go out. In the 20 months that I have lived here in Milwaukee, I have learned that these clubs can be just as boring if I'm not with friends as a night alone on the couch. I made the mistake and just as I predicted, I regreted it.

What made Saturday night so miserable was hanging out with a guy who practically ignored me 90% of the time. First, we went to his apartment for a pre-bar party with his roommates and some of their friends. Every guy at this party was a new face and every guy was a true fag. I probably had the deepest voice in the room and that even includes the fat fag hag. (By the way, fag hags are scary people. Something must be said about the single lone woman at a gay party, but perhaps I'll make that a rant for another day). I felt out of place for a few reasons:

#1. My hair wasn't spiked. In fact, the only product I had in my hair that night was hairspray that had been applied about 10 hours prior.

#2. I didn't refer to the others as bitches, which seems to be the accepted choice of referral. No, instead I was thinking of something far more vicious than bitch that night.

#3. The guy who brought me to that party didn't seem to want me around. He barely spoke a word to me in the car and now that we were at his party, he didn't say much at all, except offerng me a drink.

One of the rudest moments of the night probably came when one of his roommates came over to him, whispered something in his ear about me. It could have been a compliment or a vicious remark at my expense. I'm guessing it was something along the lines of a compliment since an insult would have felt easier to speak in front of the whole group. During the party, i sipped my drink in quiet, listening and watching the people around me. I noticed a few moments when the guy began to text message the fag hag sitting across the room. They were only 10 feet away, but I guess texting each other made more sense since it would be more private. Hmmmmm, I wonder if it was something about me.

At this point, I was ready to leave but we then headed to La Cage. On our way there, the car hit a patch of ice and skidded about 10feet, turning sideways. There weren't many cars around and at no time during this spin did I feel nervous. My "friend" however seemed to be shaking and decided to call his roommate and bitch and complain about how we almost died. I tried to control my laughter. I could have mentioned that going 25mph wasn't nearly fast enough to kill anybody, but by saying that, it would have meant acknowledging him.

So, to make a long story short, we went to La Cage and I got myself a drink. For an hour, I sipped my drink and listened to the music. Once again, he didn't bother to say much to me but at this point I didn't care. We left La Cage at 1:00 because he wasn't having much fun and neither was I. He dropped me off at my apartment, we said goodnight and that is that. I suppose the next time I'm at home on a Saturday, doing nothing with nobody, I should feel grateful. However, I'm sure I'll break the rule again just hoping the next time will be different.

Website of the Week

Animal Defense Militia is an underground movement of covert operatives committed to preserving the autonomy and merriment of non-human vertebrates through any means necessary. I hope you enjoy!

Website of the Week

Every week, I will post an unusual link to an unusual site. It's not always meant to be funny, but it is meant for the viewer to respond "What The Fuck!?"

This week's link is a video called "ABC's of Sex Eductation."

Enjoy :)

The Story of Hagrid: Part Three

What happened the other night in Hagrid's cabin was not an isolated event. In fact, after that night it seemed to happen more often, and not just to me. Rumors of other students becoming victims of Hagrid circulated throughout the school. I have to be honest and admit I was a little jealous to find out other boys and girls were playthings for Hagrid. I was annoyed, filled with rage, whatever you want to call it, I felt used moreso after hearing I wasn't the only one. Rumor also told that one of Hagrid's favorite late night visitor was none other than Draco Malfoy. Was Draco gay? Was I gay? I decided to wait until dark, sneak down to Hagrid's cabin and see who tonight's boy would be.

Later that night, when everybody was sound asleep, I slipped on my robes and tiptoed out the castle and headed for Hagrid's cabin. The moon was hidden behind clouds. This made it even harder to see but it also provided the perfect cover from any potential onlookers. Already I could hear grunts and noise from the cabin, but I couldn't put my finger on it's origin but I heard Hagrid's voice.

"Just put it in your mouth and swallow. It should make you feel better," said Hagrid. At that moment, I decided to sneak a peak in through the window. I snuck over and quietly peaked inside. A boy I recognized as a Hufflepuff was sitting in the big armchair. What he said next was muffled by the heavy winds, but it sounded pretty repulsive. I saw Hagrid remove his heavy shirt, exposing his big meaty nipples. At this moment, one thought flashed through my mind. Who the fuck is this Hufflepuff bitch!?!?

Hagrid turned on his smooth operator charm. Placing his huge hand on the boy's head. "I just thought you'd be hot sitting so close to the fire. How about you take off your shirt." The shirt came off and my cock became erect immediately. My emotions were raging and exploding and my dick leaped up like a bottlerocket on the forth of July. POP! Once again, Hagrid seemed to take pride in stripping down to his golden thong but this time, he looked different. This time, it looks as if he tried to conduct a hair removal charm, but not very sucessful. Patches of hair were gone, but red marks were left behind on the skin. I couldn't help myself. I unrobed right outside the cabin and started to wank it. "Ooooh!" i moaned. I licked my lips and began to speed up the motions with my wrist. I came very close to climaxing before I witnessed something more horrific than Voldemort himself. Hagrid bent over (he didn't even bother to remove the thong, which was the most confusing part), took his hands and began to spread each butt cheek. Brown shit began to ooze out, like that kid's play-doh machine I had as a kid, the kind that makes spaghetti from the play-doh. The shit almost covered the boy all the way up to his shoulders. The aroma of a fresh Hagrid dump filled the night air, causing my gagging to echo over the empty grounds.

I covered my mouth and nose with my free hand, hoping to muffle the sound of the cough and prevent anymore of the smell to reach my nostrils. It did no good! The door flung open. I was caught with my dick in my hand. It was just as strange a sight as seeing a giant in a gold thong, with flecks of crap clinging to the hairs on his leg.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN IN MAH BUSINESS? WHY THE FUCK YOU HERE AND NOT UP IN YOUR BED?" screamed Hagrid. I never knew Hagrid could get so mad, and it scared me some. I could see the rage in his eyes. He already trapped one student tonight in a pile of his own feces. What would he do with me, I wondered.

My fascination with He-Man

How many people out there remember The Masters of the Universe? He-Man became a phenomena during the 1980s and it's coming back! Stores such as Best Buy, Barnes & Nobel and the evil Walmart are beginning to see the series on dvd.

I'll stop for a few minutes so everybody reading this right now can get a few tissues to clean that wet spot forming on your pants.

Well, prepare to grab that whole box of tissues because what I'm about to say just might end your civil union. I am the owner of the entire series of He-Man and no folks. It's available on ebay and it's worth every cent. My childhood love has been rekindled and I'm very tempted to hold a He-Man party. He-Man cartoons, a little wine, maybe even a circle jerk if things get really wild.

All kidding aside, a strange sense of realization comes over us all when we revisit things from out childhood. In the case of He-Man, I think I'm starting to see why muscles and blond hair are always apart of my fantasy men. Not to mention his cute fuzzy red briefs, bondage chest gear and hooker boots. Who else thinks a He-Man party is genius?

:) One more thing about He-Man, Hollywood has hired John Woo to bring back He-Man in a new live action film. Hopefully coming out this year, but 2007 seems reasonable too.

The Story of Hagrid: Part Two

He stood overtop of me and I stared up at him from my seat. Like a single shining star in the blackness of space, that golden thong twinkled like a diamond in the sky. I felt my curiosity gain control over my inhibitions and with a single swift move, my hand reached for the precious golden jewels. It was velcrow (well, actually it was something entirely different, but to those muggles reading this now, we will just refer to it as velcrow) that concealed everything.

At that moment, the engorged vessel seemed to grow in size way beyond any natural possibilities. Why Hogwartz didn't bother teaching the students this nifty magic trick seemed absurd. I have to admit what happened next was rather disappointing. I didn't even have time to open my mouth to express my feelings for the moment when I was thrown on the bed and on my back. On my back, on my stomach, and laying in positions I would have thought would have broken my own back, the screams of pain seemed to echo all the way into the forbidden forest, with the cries of the wolves answerng me back.

I gazed up at Hagrid, who was holding a three pronged device in his massive hands tenderly. He stroked the grey device on the hind quarters and it made a noise that only "it" can make when it is stroked. Hagrid chortled, guffawed and then began......humping, but not without the machines assistance. In fact, Hagrid must have used some unknown spell because the sensation that the crack in my butt seperated and became two was all too apparent. I buried my face in my hands and began dry heaving. The display that was going on was like a strange nightmare that became a wet dream before I even realized what was happening. I took a firm grasp of my wand of love and began to tickle Hagrid. His moany-groany noise was all my doing and I sure answered that. I moaned in reply, beating it like it was my job.

I left Hagrid's cabin that night dripping with four different substances, some liquid and some halfway between a liquid and solid. I found out three valuable lessons that night that were far more important than any examination.

#1. Whenever anything that large is put in a place not accustomed, stains are likely to become an embarressment over the next few weeks.
#2. Teethmarks can be good in some places, but not in sensitive areas or areas that can tear skin off.
#3. The pubes of a giant can get stuck in your teeth for weeks.