I bought a ukulele!

At the least, I am a greatly irrational person. On tumblr, everyone was taking pictures at Danny[!]'s video shoot. And that's well and dandy. I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there. But wait!

And keeps on appearing.

And is still appearing.

And is now having guest cameo's on Von's tumblr.

Shit, nigga, I can't get through the tall grass?!

Welp. Deleted them all. It's just the internet. I still love them and junk, but there is only so much of his face that I should be forced to stare at. I don't have the energy.

And to be honest, if he turns up at any point while I'm in Georgia, sorry people, but I will abruptly turn around and leave. Peace out.

@6:04pm: He's there? Hands up. I'm done. Have a nice day everybody.
@6:30pm: Stop it guize.
@6:44pm: Come on guize.
@6:51pm: Please, guize. Put it back in the box.
@6:52pm: Guize. I'm gonna delete you all if you don't stop.
@7:20pm: Bai guize.
@7:23pm: I wonder if I'll regret that later? Fuck it. This life ain't bout no regrets.

I feel like my point was made in the title, but let me elaborate for emphasis.

Sentient human beings with Y-chromosomes, commonly called men are fucks. It is generally something that should be learned very early as it is continuously taught. Every day, another Y-chromosomed individual is caught doing something fucked up. As a result, us without, should realize sometime around the 3rd day of kindergarten, that yes, they are indeed all fucks. However, due to our nature of enhanced estrogen, we forgive many a time for the benefit of the inevitable conclusion of penal to vaginal intercourse.

HOWEVER, I say, I am tired of my forgiving nature. In fact, here is a list of things I generally no longer care about:

• Men who claim they are shy and unable to express emotions to me. Fuck you.
• Men who claim they are shy and unable to express emotions to me in the view of others. Fuck you.
• Men who just "need some time to think." Fuck you.
• Men who are push me away because they are afraid to hurt me. Fuck you.
• Men who don't know how to even be friends with a person once another girl comes around. Fuck you x12.

• I joined the Navy about 2 months ago. I was in a life slump and hadn't even been writing, and couldn't get a job, or friends, or a sense of self, so there we have it. Life slump over. Now I have a job for the next 4 years. Fuck if I'm still in it after that. Get away from me government.
• I got a job. Fucking finally. It's nothing that I would want to have long term, but it suits my "job until March 20th" prospects. I'm going to be selling spa treatments to ladies. Rich white lady's. Who need to go to the spa. Obviously. Plus, it's commission based, meaning I probably won't be making that much money. At least its something to do.
• I was an extra on the Maury show today. One of the Man or Woman episodes. IT'S A MAN!

This is me.

I don't know how to be what people want me to be. They want me to be quiet and controlled and speak with elegance and grace.

I am loud.
I am crass.
I curse.
I do things that girls should not do.

I DO THINGS THAT GIRLS SHOULD NOT DO.

I don't know how to be what you want.

I don't think I ever will.

It has been requested by [mysteryman] that I remove some photo's from my blog.

Aside from the fact that I find it hilarious that anyone would even think to be wary of their picture on here (because aside from me... and maybe me, no one reads this) I will respect this persons wishes.

I'm not a douche or anything.

That big of a douche.

Ok, I'm a douche, but I'll take the pictures down anyway.

Anime/Manga Guests:

1. Hideo Katsumata - Ruroni Kenshin
2. Christopher Sabat [!!!] - Alex Armstron in FMA and Kazuma Kuwabara in YYH
3. Justin Cook  - Yusuke Urameshi in YYH
4. Sean Schemmel - Goku in DBZ

Nah, but, on the real. He'll never go home. He'll ask to come over to chill, but then he'll have a travel backpack filled with snacks for the long haul. He'll ask to stay for the weekend because it's closer to school but then he'll skip school everyday the following week. He'll ask to just hang out for a few nights, but a few weeks later he's still sleeping on the couch.

He. Will. Never. Leave. You.

This weekend I took a field trip to Baltimore. I went for Afia's birthday. And for the sheer joy of seeing Two Door Cinema Club for free. It was sooooooooo worth it. My dad fronted the money for the ticket, so I didn't even pay anything. Power to that.

At the FreeFest, I didn't really take any pictures of the acts, because I'm trying to teach myself how to live in the moment. You can't enjoy a concert through a viewfinder, you know. So I just sang and danced and was filled with bliss during Two Door Cinema Club and then afterward, we painted a Tardis on a wall. I need a life, haha.

After a rather extensive nap, we went to a warehouse party at one of Afia's friends' houses. Sadly, I didn't want to get mugged in Baltimore, so I left my camera in the car. I probably wouldn't have taken any pictures at the warehouse anyway, because I didn't know anyone and white people kind of scare me in packs.

I did meet this one boy named Jackson and his friend Gabriel, though. Gabriel is really funny. I made out with Jackson for like an hour. That was rather pleasant.


We climbed onto a roof and saw the entire skyline of Baltimore. Again, the camera was left inside as I did not want my bag getting wet on the roof. Or falling off the roof. Or me to fall off the roof taking pictures with my camera. Just a lot of things about the roof and death/moisture.

 

Thing I remember about our encounters and things you remember seem to be completely different things. Every time you talk about our first (only) time together, it sounds like something I wasn't there for. I wish I remembered all the wonderful things that you did like the feel and the sound and the bla bla bla that you love to remind me about.

We had sex.

...You're right. We did.

I jerked off the the thought of having sex with you the other day.

...Good to know.

You know what  I remember about our shining experience? The fact that when we were done and you were giving me the play-by-play of your performance, you refused to kiss me after. I'm not sure if my wonderful memory is serving me incorrectly at this moment, but I don't remember you kissing me before it happened either. It was pretty much a straightforward, well-we-might-as-well-hop-into-the-back-of-the-car-and-get-down-to-business, business transaction. I might as well have been the lady who does your taxes.

And don't think that I forgot about the fact that when I was still shy before I lost my virginity and refused to touch your strange looking penis (because, lets be real, I'm not supposed to look at it, it's just supposed to impale me... maybe with you KISSING ME before and after) and you conveniently refused to be anywhere near me for the rest of the week? Yeah, I remember that too.