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How I feel..... [Thursday
August 28th, 2008]

jojo_from_idaho
Blue October - Do You Ever Wonder

You must be broken by a thousand ways of wasted time
Get to the point then off the hundred lines awake
No need to change my mind, that clean a shade of thinking time
But i seem to think more than i act upon those things

And do you ever wonder
How hard you hit you broke my thunder
And do you ever wonder

A scar was sewn a drop of blood was saved for making wine
Still no repent on how you crumble when i shake
A mental jaw was used to pry me from this wrecking barn
But the sad details or the promises that i make

And do you ever wonder
How hard you hit you broke my thunder
And do you ever wonder

I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead and i
I'm sick of living without you in bed and i
I've made mistakes that i wrote, that i read but now i
Just can't seem to be pre-occupied
But the heart was tossed with a black laced chain
And with these hands that i write with
and the ode that i live by you know i will never be with you

And do you ever wonder
How hard you hit you broke my thunder
And do you ever wonder

Cus God made this night for me
A silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking
Over and out
Over and out

But this year's the year i write to be
That silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking
Over and out
Over and out

And do you ever wonder
How hard you hit you broke my thunder
And do you ever wonder
How hard you hit you broke my...
You broke my...
You broke my...
You broke my thunder
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[Wednesday
August 27th, 2008]

lifetimemovie
Two posts in one day? You lucky bitches.

Me and my mum were having a conversation, and I think the findings we found could help all.

Rules on Dieting.
Broken biccies don't count, because the calories leak out.
Eating in the dark doesn't count, because if you can't see the food, the calories aren't absorbed.
Other people's food doesn't count (you can eat as much chips off of your friends plate.)
If someone buys you chocolate/cake/etc it doesn't count.
If you buy people a box of chocolate to share, and you eat some the chocolate is "free" and the other people take on the calories.
Birthdays and Christmas don't count.

Rules of sex.
Never sleep with a man who doesn't drink - He is taking penicillin because he has the clap.
Never sleep with a man who likes tights more than stockings (because he is a rapist pervert.)
Never sleep with someone who's eyes are too close together, because they cannot be trusted.
Sex isn't real if: You are drunk, asleep, you are doing it out of pity, they took you out for a meal and you feel obliged.
but danced in perfect time

[Wednesday
August 27th, 2008]

lifetimemovie
Big shot screaming "put your hands in the sky" says:
OH NO. EXEISTENTIAL CRISIS COMING
kellie says:
DON'T GO DYING YOUR HAIR PINK OR NOTHING BB!!
Big shot screaming "put your hands in the sky" says:
... I LOVE YOU



This is why I love Kellie. She quotes literature to calm me.
but danced in perfect time

I grew up... and took COCAINE. [Monday
August 25th, 2008]

lifetimemovie
So...

MSI on Wednesday.

IT WAS SO MUCH FRIGGIN WIN.

Okay, 24 hours with no sleep and making myself even more in debt wasn't great, but the rest of it was. Kellie found out I should never be navigator - directions and maps just confuse me slightly so we end up in the wrong place. And when we get to the right place, Norwich just puts giant roadwords in the way so we can't get there.

I made many, many enimies at that gig. I'm sure the girl that I threw into the pit for being annoying and fangirlish didn't like me all that much. When I say I threw her in I dragged her and threw.

The set list wasn't amazing, though it was fun being pretty gangsta when Bitches came on.

After the gig we met Kitty (who enjoys too faced), Steve (who is theatrical) and Jimmy... who is kinda boring and wears a jacket that looks like a flock of pidgeons shat on it. Also, Robots in Disguse came out, so we waited a while so Rosie could talk to them. Kellie shoved my scarf down my throat so I could not scream abuse at them.

We assumed Lyn-Zed would not be gracing us with her present, so we were going to leave after Rosie had finished urinating. Then BOOM she was there.

And she was so epic.

Basically, is she was a man, I would be in love. Waistcoats, Buffy, comics, Dr Horrible... it's everything I love. When I asked her on how she lost weight she told me she "grew up." Growing up = taking a shit load of coke? Apparently they all love Mighty Boosh and Skins. The only reason she likes Skins is because it's so unrealistic. So suck that people who go "ZOMG SKINS IS BASICALLY MY LIFE" - you lie.

She didn't even get mad when I flashed her (big shirt + loose buttons = Lyn-Z seeing my lovely Primark bra.) It's why she wears her (dashing) waistcoat, so she does not flash!

Yes, I just did a massive edit. And I will do so again.
7 painted crooked linespainted crooked lines but danced in perfect time

Snzflkeizkgjkewkjdfjjsk. [Friday
August 22nd, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | achy ]
[ music | The Eagles - Greatest Hits ]

Bleh.

So, I'm in Chatham right now. Finished moving all my stuff into storage in KW at around 8:30, had supper and then headed here. Leaving for Detroit tomorrow afternoon, and then flying out to the West Coast again, this time for the Alaska thing. You know, my Grandma's Big Ass Family Vacation to Alaska v.1.0, or BAFVA, as I've started calling it. It should be fun. My mother is freaking out about all the little airline things (luggage size/weight/carryons etc.) and I'm just all shruggy.

Srsly.

It's not like I'm Mr. Experienced when it comes to travelling, but there's no point going ape shit about it. If you're gonna get dicked and get an oversize charge, then it's going to happen. Deal with it.

Ugh, I'm so dehydrated right now because it was ridiculously hot today and super humid too (smog warnings all over SW Ontario, even in the country), and yet all I want is to slug back a couple beers before I pass out in bed from sheer exhaustion.

Okay. Beer. Now.

Night.



Michael.

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Counter-confession. [Friday
August 22nd, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | geeky ]
[ music | The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is ]

I also have a real-life crush –sorta, kinda– on the temporary replacement for the microbiology teaching lab technician. He's kinda cute, but damn does his ass move in an interesting way when he walks, lol. I'm such a dumbass. I need to start dating again, or something. Nope, no time for that.



Michael.

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Confession... [Friday
August 22nd, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | silly ]
[ music | The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is ]

So, I've been watching this girl's youtube channel, and I have to admit I have a bit of a crush... I get a little giddy every time she posts something new.



Lol, I'm such a 'tard.



Michael

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Shout out. [Monday
August 18th, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | relaxed ]
[ music | Wilco - Live in Chicago - Kicking Television ]

Hey peeps.

I just wanted to thank all of you who replied to the question buried in that long recent post. My intent had been to generate conversation more than anything else, and I guess it worked. I didn't mean to sound too green. Though, I guess I can be sometimes. It's that whole internalization problem I have, perhaps.

I'm away from KW at the moment, but I'll be back tomorrow. I'm feeling guilty about taking the weekend away, but I needed the relaxation. Or did I?

I dunno. I wonder at times about what is and isn't necessary in my life. How much 'stress' is really there, and how much is just expectation that I should be defining certain things as 'stress' that needs some form of release and relief. I worry that I'm taking time off to relax and see people who are important in my life because I *feel that I should*, not because I *need* too do so. Or that I'm breaking or being weak or something. Lazy.Thanks Mom.

Mostly, I just wish I didn't have all this packing to do. I can't believe it's the end of August, that I'm moving at the end of this week (my stuff into storage, for now), and that on Sunday I'll be back on the West Coast again for my grandmother's Big Honkin' Family Trip v.1.0. I also wish I wasn't feeling torn between getting things done in the lab and this trip. My entire fucking life is entropy until I die, so what's another week thrown to chaff?




Michael.

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Something to chew on. [Thursday
August 14th, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Madonna - Vogue ]

This is an excerpt of a mediocre, self-stereotyping essay that can be found here, that I found more interesting than the rest of the drivel, shock-speech, and stereotyping about online cruising.


Jim Foster, a leading gay activist in the 1970s, often said, “What this movement is about is fucking.” We are defined by our sex drive -- and our political goals amount, essentially, to ensuring that we are in no way legally penalized for it. In our personal lives, even now, almost 40 years after Stonewall, coming out requires a painful exertion of energy to rout the puritan fear that gay sex is bad. To vanquish this fear, especially when first coming out, many of us become preoccupied with the pursuit of sex.

Periods of promiscuity can help us make up for lost time and can be a healthy and meaningful part of our development as gay men. “When we were teenagers, when straight people were learning how to connect, we didn’t learn that,” explains Robert Weiss, a Los Angeles psychologist and the author of Cruise Control: Understanding Sex Addiction in Gay Men.

Yet as cruising migrates to the virtual world, the challenge of integrating desires for sexual and emotional connection can become much more difficult. As teenagers, Weiss continues, “we learned that we had to survive on our own. That means inside ourselves, many of us don’t have an innate belief that other people can meet our needs, which means that we don’t believe we can connect with them. Which means I have to rely on myself, I have to live on my own.



Of course, like so many other things, this article is written from an fairly uninclusive gay male perspective, so you have to add context in your head while reading it if you don't fall into the target out.com audience. Anyway, the part that was the most important to me was that last part: the sense of disconnection and isolation that perhaps derives from the delay of emotional development when one is (self or socially) restricted from something (be it dating, talking, fucking, whatever) as a teen.

My own personal moment of self-admission came quite late, and I hadn't really done much opposite-sex dating during high school for a few different reasons (mostly self-imposed due to worries about my mental health). I mean, even now I still don't date very often. And that's fine, I guess. Regardless of my own personal anecdotes, I wonder how much of that (and that essay) applies to modern teens.

Kids these days are growing up in a very different environment, at least in Canada, even compared to what I had 10 years ago and onwards. Those entering their late teens now, who are about the same age as my youngest sibling, can't remember a time without the internet. Half of them have trouble understanding the concept of not having a cell phone. Actually, my brother's girlfriend keeps text messaging my family's home line and my parents keep picking up the phone and getting these bizarre robo-voice readings which can be pretty indiscernable when the gf doesn't bother writing words properly (which is often).

At any rate, I wonder how much of the 'bad' of the psychophysical isolation caused by the 'net is counterbalanced by growing up in an environment much less hostile to being queer. I'm not saying things are anywhere near perfect; I'm quite certain that even today, coming out in Chatham or Napanee or Timmins as a teen is not easy and probably not totally safe in comparison to the situation a teen in KW or in Toronto sensu lato would face. But perhaps there are a few more supports and understanding on the side of their peers.

I dunno.

Emo 'made it fashionable' to be sexually fluid, and these kids saw that while growing. The 80s had some of the interesting things Madonna and some of the rockers were doing (Queen comes to mind, among others). But those of us who hit our stride in the 90s didn't have much of that. We had alt-rock and boybands, the decline of 'dance' music and the ascent of hip-hop to mainstream dominance, all of which were somewhat detrimental to the visibility of teh gey in the media. I'm not saying things weren't there, as I'm sure they were, but they were subliminal and fleeting at best from my perspective.

I do wonder, though, about differences in emotional development and coming out stages between more strictly homo sexualities and those that fit more into the grey areas. Is it easier to grow up gay than bi/pan/genderqueer/whatever? I guess what I'm asking is, do these barriers that exist for queers in general that create psychological isolation etc. grow even larger when one throws in the added uncertainty of a less specific sexual orientation or non-cis gender identity?

I need to take a shower and then go to work. Sigh.



Michael.

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I want! I want! I want!! [Thursday
August 14th, 2008]

lux_apollo
[ mood | giggly ]
[ music | Korg DS Synth Demo ]



I'm already using my DS to learn Spanish, as an alarm clock, and as a source of general entertainment. Now I can make music on it too? With more control than Elektroplankton?! YES!!!

...too bad I have to wait until October for it to be released here.



Michael

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