As I sit down to write this post, I have a dish of ravioli. This is good because I happen to love the ravioli that my mother makes. The good thing about it is that the cheese recipe does not include ricotta... which is god awful and gritty. I think a large portion of the cheese recipe is mozzarella and I happen to love mozzarella cheese in every way shape and form. Just saying.
Now, lately I've been really happy. Really excited, even. I'm starting college soon... not a moment too soon, either. I think I mentioned that before so I'll try not to dwell on it too much now.
The holidays have been good so far. I'm enjoying being home with my mother for the most part and we visited with Nicky's family a few times. His mother likes us being around so, that keeps us coming back, but his father doesn't so that keeps us away. It's strange that his father seems to have so little feeling for him, and yet he doesn't cut him off or anything. It's not like Nicky relies on his parent's for money; he makes his own and he barely ever uses his parent's unless something big comes up. But, like... he has a trustfund that I think they can still cut him off from. He get's it when he's 21? I think. I'm not sure, but like, it doesn't really matter. It's cool that he/we have a fall back if something doesn't go right in the future.
We've been rewatching a lot of films lately. Party Monster, Blue Velvet, Wild at Heart, Primer, Requiem for a Dream, among others. Nicky and I watched Requiem for a Dream together and I noticed that he seemed to really like it, so we started watching the others. We never seem to run out of things to do together, which is pretty rad. I mean, we don't get sick of each other or anything. Sure, sometimes we need time with other people or by ourselves but we still enjoy time together more than anything.
Now, with our baby, Liam... who is a kitten... it's even better. Nicky treats him like a child, which is adorable. He carries him around and feeds him by hand and plays with him. It's just like, aww, Nickyyyy. He's such a girl sometimes, it's great.
My ravioli is half gone now. Hmph.
My main concern for the rest of the holiday is New Year's Eve. Now, to be honest, I know it will be easy for me not to drink, not only because I have self control, but also because I have so many people around me who are willing to be sober with me, which is kind of cool. True, one is Alex and he has the same problem, but in a way that's even better because we can kind of lean on each other and stuff.
Speaking of Alex... I miss him. I don't get to see him like I did in past years. We're still best friends and we still talk all the time, but it's just not the same. We're both growing up, but I refuse to grow apart. Mentally and emotionally, we aren't. I mean, we still feel the same way about each other that we always have. I still love him as a best friend and I still want/need him in my life. He's told me that he feels the same way, it's just that we live in separate cities and we just don't get to be together all the time. We're both getting on, true, but it would be improved by seeing each other more often. I just miss him and I know he misses me and I know he wants to hang out with me and I want to hang out with him... it just has to be set up. So, we'll probably see each other for the New Year, which will be great.
Recently on deviantART, I was contacted by someone who asked me if I'd like to be included in a book that he and his friend are putting together of about 18 writers so far. It was so cool, because recently and in the past, I've questioned why I even bother with dA, but now I realize that it's for things like this. It's nothing huge, that's for sure, but it's still pretty rad, I mean... it's a legit book... and my writing would be in it with other writer's work. It's kind of interesting, you know.
Anyway, my ravioli is gone, so I'm finished writing. This is about all I have to say anyway.
-Peter
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Hooptydoo.
Eyyooo, errybody. It's been a little while since I reflected upon my life. Things are alright, I suppose. Therapy could be worse. My mom is pretty cool now, but she's all MRRRAWWWW because of that thing in her womb. If it's a boy she said she might name him Florean. I suggested it after Florean Fortescue. That was always one of my favorite names from Harry Potter. However, it kind of shows up my name. Florean > Peter. Just saying. So, it's kind of unacceptable. Maybe something lame like Mark. If it's a girl, I was going to suggest Claudette. Peter and Claudette sound cool together. Kind of like some run of the mill indie folk rock band.
Liam, my kitten, is good too. He's making Kat run around which is good for her. She was getting pretty sedentary before. They have their problems, but they're not big. A few hisses here and there.
I think that I should just have a Vlog. I mean, like, seriously. I can convey emotions so much better with hand gestures and inflection as opposed to just mere words; even though I think that I'm pretty good at this too. Maybe I think it would just be more fun than this. I'd WANT to do that. Rants would be great. I don't know; I probably won't but I'm thinking about it. No one reads this anyway, but if I just stopped, I'd be a bit sad about it.
I start school on the 12th of January. That should be fun, I'm looking forward to it. I missed most of the first half because of rehab and now I have to reorganize all of my therapy sessions around my classes but that shouldn't be too bad. Therapy is getting cut down to twice a week anyway, so that's good.
Now to talk about Nicky.
He's pretty good. He's all old now... 20. It's weird to think because he was 17 going on 18 when I first met him and now he's like, 20 which isn't much older but it just seems older because it's a new decade that he's beginning. Yesterday he told me that he would grow out his beard again which is exciting. I love his beard; it's so scruffy and my hair sticks in it. I'm also growing some facial hair. Mutton chops for the win. Nicky likes them so far, he said that they're cute. He likes petting them, haha.
Aside from that, I don't have much to say about my life. I mean, I don't do much other than hang out with friends. We just do random things, I guess. Baking cookies is an almost nightly occurrence though.
Ah, ok. I've got something to talk about.
Last night, Dildo and Kelly came over with their babies, Dillon and Liam. They're only like, 5 months old. Twins. Dildo and Kelly have their hands full... 3 kids. =.| They're like, 18 and they already have 3 kids. Technically Aiden isn't Dildo's, but he treats him like he is. He's a really good father, even though he's a little burnt out. He doesn't do all the shit he used to do, which is cool because neither do I, so we have that in common. Both of us have trouble hanging out with the people we used to because they all just smoke and drink and do all that other shit. Kelly was a big part of making him stop because she hated that about both of us.
So yeah. That's about it.
-Peter
Liam, my kitten, is good too. He's making Kat run around which is good for her. She was getting pretty sedentary before. They have their problems, but they're not big. A few hisses here and there.
I think that I should just have a Vlog. I mean, like, seriously. I can convey emotions so much better with hand gestures and inflection as opposed to just mere words; even though I think that I'm pretty good at this too. Maybe I think it would just be more fun than this. I'd WANT to do that. Rants would be great. I don't know; I probably won't but I'm thinking about it. No one reads this anyway, but if I just stopped, I'd be a bit sad about it.
I start school on the 12th of January. That should be fun, I'm looking forward to it. I missed most of the first half because of rehab and now I have to reorganize all of my therapy sessions around my classes but that shouldn't be too bad. Therapy is getting cut down to twice a week anyway, so that's good.
Now to talk about Nicky.
He's pretty good. He's all old now... 20. It's weird to think because he was 17 going on 18 when I first met him and now he's like, 20 which isn't much older but it just seems older because it's a new decade that he's beginning. Yesterday he told me that he would grow out his beard again which is exciting. I love his beard; it's so scruffy and my hair sticks in it. I'm also growing some facial hair. Mutton chops for the win. Nicky likes them so far, he said that they're cute. He likes petting them, haha.
Aside from that, I don't have much to say about my life. I mean, I don't do much other than hang out with friends. We just do random things, I guess. Baking cookies is an almost nightly occurrence though.
Ah, ok. I've got something to talk about.
Last night, Dildo and Kelly came over with their babies, Dillon and Liam. They're only like, 5 months old. Twins. Dildo and Kelly have their hands full... 3 kids. =.| They're like, 18 and they already have 3 kids. Technically Aiden isn't Dildo's, but he treats him like he is. He's a really good father, even though he's a little burnt out. He doesn't do all the shit he used to do, which is cool because neither do I, so we have that in common. Both of us have trouble hanging out with the people we used to because they all just smoke and drink and do all that other shit. Kelly was a big part of making him stop because she hated that about both of us.
So yeah. That's about it.
-Peter
Saturday, November 27, 2010
So, I've been curious about something...
As the title suggest, I have been very curious about something. This something is kind of like suicide, but it's more. It's more... masochistic and it's more passionate. Not that I'm saying that suicide itself isn't masochistic and passionate... but this FORM of suicide is more masochistic and passionate than most that I've come across.
The details are fuzzy, but essentially it involves a (male) person stabbing himself in the heart and bleeding to death.
Now, ok. I can imagine killing myself. I have and I've tried. I have also (clearly) failed. Several times... but the point it, I don't think I could do it by means of stabbing myself in the chest. That's a very personal thing to do, not to mention extremely difficult. All instincts are telling you that you can't do that and you have to fight each and every one of them. It's almost like getting the resolve to pull the trigger to blow your brains out... but perhaps a bit more. Because not only are you physically pushing the blade into your skin, but you're also doing it right into your chest. It's symbolic.
So, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that this is great or that I condone it or anything like that. I'm merely discussing a point that I find interesting, as this is my blog and I can do that. I just don't want anyone getting the wrong idea from what I'm saying, which I normally wouldn't care about so much in this environment... but, this is a very personal thing for me, and I take extra care when discussing it.
I feel like I'm going to get very personal from this point in. I've never had a problem getting personal... as much as I have a problem with how people react when one gets personal with them. It's annoying, yet understandable. It's difficult not to feel uncomfortable when someone shares something with you that takes them to a vulnerable point. It's almost as if accidentally walking in on them changing. It's slightly embarrassing and bluntly... it's awkward. I get awkward when people share extremely personal things with me... and I notice others reacting like that when I do it... or when others do it and I'm merely a witness. Though, often times you learn something you'd never learn otherwise when you step back and observe.
But, anyway, I'll get personal now...
I've attempted to commit suicide three times. The first time, I was 13. I wasn't trying to kill myself for any profound reason, I was merely curious about death. At that point, I'm not sure I even had a complete grip on reality enough to realize that I couldn't come back if I died. I had tried to drown myself in the bath tub... which, now... is laughable, admittedly. The second time I attempted, I was 15. I tried to overdose on painkillers after a bad break up. To sum up that story in a neat little package, he hit me, I gave him chances, then he broke up with me, and I was broken. I couldn't fix the situation in my own mind, and I was nothing. And, if I was nothing mentally and emotionally, I was determined to make myself nothing physically as well. So, I took the pills and woke up two days later in the hospital. I was found by me friend, he saved my life, and he got me back on my feet. The third time, I was 16. My friend died, I jumped out of a window. That's it. I failed on that mission, but I'm rather glad. Upon reflection, that would have been a mistake.
I don't think that, at any of these points, I was emotionally stable to the point where I could have the confidence to hold a knife to my chest and stab myself. I was always detached from myself at least a little. There's no wavering when you're stabbing yourself in the heart. None. Even a second thought, and the action would stop immediately.
The absolute resolve doesn't scare me. No, I've had that. It's just... the absolute resolve to be the taker. To be the one that makes the final action that does it.
I guess this is a strange thing to post about. Especially since my mind just wandered here... I mean, it's not something I was dwelling on... it just rested in my head and I had to think about it and I suppose discuss it on here. I'm not fully satisfied with what I've said, as I feel like there's more to say, I just cannot verbalize it at this time. It's an awkward feeling, you know.
Until.
-Peter
The details are fuzzy, but essentially it involves a (male) person stabbing himself in the heart and bleeding to death.
Now, ok. I can imagine killing myself. I have and I've tried. I have also (clearly) failed. Several times... but the point it, I don't think I could do it by means of stabbing myself in the chest. That's a very personal thing to do, not to mention extremely difficult. All instincts are telling you that you can't do that and you have to fight each and every one of them. It's almost like getting the resolve to pull the trigger to blow your brains out... but perhaps a bit more. Because not only are you physically pushing the blade into your skin, but you're also doing it right into your chest. It's symbolic.
So, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that this is great or that I condone it or anything like that. I'm merely discussing a point that I find interesting, as this is my blog and I can do that. I just don't want anyone getting the wrong idea from what I'm saying, which I normally wouldn't care about so much in this environment... but, this is a very personal thing for me, and I take extra care when discussing it.
I feel like I'm going to get very personal from this point in. I've never had a problem getting personal... as much as I have a problem with how people react when one gets personal with them. It's annoying, yet understandable. It's difficult not to feel uncomfortable when someone shares something with you that takes them to a vulnerable point. It's almost as if accidentally walking in on them changing. It's slightly embarrassing and bluntly... it's awkward. I get awkward when people share extremely personal things with me... and I notice others reacting like that when I do it... or when others do it and I'm merely a witness. Though, often times you learn something you'd never learn otherwise when you step back and observe.
But, anyway, I'll get personal now...
I've attempted to commit suicide three times. The first time, I was 13. I wasn't trying to kill myself for any profound reason, I was merely curious about death. At that point, I'm not sure I even had a complete grip on reality enough to realize that I couldn't come back if I died. I had tried to drown myself in the bath tub... which, now... is laughable, admittedly. The second time I attempted, I was 15. I tried to overdose on painkillers after a bad break up. To sum up that story in a neat little package, he hit me, I gave him chances, then he broke up with me, and I was broken. I couldn't fix the situation in my own mind, and I was nothing. And, if I was nothing mentally and emotionally, I was determined to make myself nothing physically as well. So, I took the pills and woke up two days later in the hospital. I was found by me friend, he saved my life, and he got me back on my feet. The third time, I was 16. My friend died, I jumped out of a window. That's it. I failed on that mission, but I'm rather glad. Upon reflection, that would have been a mistake.
I don't think that, at any of these points, I was emotionally stable to the point where I could have the confidence to hold a knife to my chest and stab myself. I was always detached from myself at least a little. There's no wavering when you're stabbing yourself in the heart. None. Even a second thought, and the action would stop immediately.
The absolute resolve doesn't scare me. No, I've had that. It's just... the absolute resolve to be the taker. To be the one that makes the final action that does it.
I guess this is a strange thing to post about. Especially since my mind just wandered here... I mean, it's not something I was dwelling on... it just rested in my head and I had to think about it and I suppose discuss it on here. I'm not fully satisfied with what I've said, as I feel like there's more to say, I just cannot verbalize it at this time. It's an awkward feeling, you know.
Until.
-Peter
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Well now, posting again.
I don't have much to say, I guess. I could go on forever saying absolutely nothing about everything. It's my claim to fame and my one and only skill. I think I just like the sound of my keys when I type. It's a ot like someone liking the sound of their own voice, I suppose, but as I don't like that I stick to typing out my thoughts and imposing them upon the internet where people aren't necessarily forced to read them... but boredom makes one come across some strange things. Who knows, maybe there's someone out there who wants Peter to just stop typing.
Today, I was presented with something like that. Apparently, I'm an asshole. Do I care? Not really. I fully acknowledge that I'm an asshole. The fact that the girl who thinks so couldn't tell me to my face, but instead her friend told me... is sad, at best. At worst, it's downright pathetic. I'm kind of surprised that it took so long for the conflict to arise, as I feel like I haven't changed so much in the last few weeks.
Actually, I feel like I've been more the same these last few weeks than any other time of my life. I'm not sure why that is, especially since it was the time of my life when I probably should have changed the most. It's just that the things about me that changed don't matter so much to me so I don't acknowledge them. I guess that's right. I'm not sure. I haven't fully analyzed the situation yet, so when I do I'll get back to you.
Maybe that's what I'll do now so that I have something to say.
Well, over the last few weeks/months I've gone into a depressed stupor that lead me to drink heavily on top of taking superfluous pain killers. Why did I do this? I would say that I did it BECAUSE I was depressed, but it's more that I was regretful. Which, is something that I hate to say but, is pathetic. The biggest reason I was regretful was that I had never told someone that I loved them, even though it was blatantly obvious that I loved them to the fullest extent of my or anyone else's heart. Before I could tell him, he passed away. I've mentioned this guy, Daniel, before.
This year, was strange for me. His mother contacted me and gave me a disk with my name on it that was among his possessions. She had spent the better part of a year and a half trying to find me. That was strange to me because I didn't realize that I would be that difficult to track down. ANYWAYS. She did and she gave me the disk which turned out to be a little film he was making for me. It started off with him acting goofy, sitting on his couch like he had just rolled out of bed with a cup of tea, a muffin, and his newspaper still next to him. It was like I was sitting with him. His cat even walked across the back of the couch from time to time. After he talked for a little while about things I don't want to talk about here, it cut to a montage of clips of us that he had filmed. Just... us being us and hanging out and being together. That's when I lost it, during those. Then it cut back to him talking some more... and he told me that he loved me and yeah. I watched that thing all day every day for almost a week.
That's when I started drinking. Ooh, fun fun.
Then I went to rehab... now, I admit that I do have my problems with drinking. I guess I could be considered an alcoholic, though I have far greater problems than that.
After I was in rehab and therapy, I came out taking more pills that I was supposedly addicted to as well as a brand new long list of things wrong with my brain. This... didn't surprise me, I guess. I don't know why, it would surprise any reasonable human being... especially since I don't exactly agree with all of it. But, whatever. I'm not the practitioner.
Among the already known Bipolar disorder and Clinical Depression, I was diagnosed with Hypersexuality, PTSD, and Narcissism. I wasn't aware that Narcissism was a mental problem as much as a personality type, but you learn something new every day. I go to three different therapists, three times a week. You would think this would change me. You'd think the mere knowledge of all this would change me. But, no. Apparently, the only thing that's changed about me is that I'm more of an ass than I was before? I'm not so sure that I am. I think that some people are just more sensitive than they were before, but it's not my judgment to call.
I feel like all this is wasted on me... more than anything because I cannot take my therapists or counselors seriously. 90% of the time, I feel mentally superior to them, though that just may be that pesky Narcissism. But, I am going to go ahead and say that they don't make sense and they tell me everything I already know about myself. It's disheartening to know that they seemingly have no help for me.
It's frustrating, I guess, but it's the revelation (albeit, a minor one) that I've come to. This isn't really an analysis of my current situation, but it's something, I guess. I don't really have too much more to say on the matter as I believe that I should probably go to bed. It's nearly two am. I do have some kind of things to do tomorrow, so that's it.
-Peter
Today, I was presented with something like that. Apparently, I'm an asshole. Do I care? Not really. I fully acknowledge that I'm an asshole. The fact that the girl who thinks so couldn't tell me to my face, but instead her friend told me... is sad, at best. At worst, it's downright pathetic. I'm kind of surprised that it took so long for the conflict to arise, as I feel like I haven't changed so much in the last few weeks.
Actually, I feel like I've been more the same these last few weeks than any other time of my life. I'm not sure why that is, especially since it was the time of my life when I probably should have changed the most. It's just that the things about me that changed don't matter so much to me so I don't acknowledge them. I guess that's right. I'm not sure. I haven't fully analyzed the situation yet, so when I do I'll get back to you.
Maybe that's what I'll do now so that I have something to say.
Well, over the last few weeks/months I've gone into a depressed stupor that lead me to drink heavily on top of taking superfluous pain killers. Why did I do this? I would say that I did it BECAUSE I was depressed, but it's more that I was regretful. Which, is something that I hate to say but, is pathetic. The biggest reason I was regretful was that I had never told someone that I loved them, even though it was blatantly obvious that I loved them to the fullest extent of my or anyone else's heart. Before I could tell him, he passed away. I've mentioned this guy, Daniel, before.
This year, was strange for me. His mother contacted me and gave me a disk with my name on it that was among his possessions. She had spent the better part of a year and a half trying to find me. That was strange to me because I didn't realize that I would be that difficult to track down. ANYWAYS. She did and she gave me the disk which turned out to be a little film he was making for me. It started off with him acting goofy, sitting on his couch like he had just rolled out of bed with a cup of tea, a muffin, and his newspaper still next to him. It was like I was sitting with him. His cat even walked across the back of the couch from time to time. After he talked for a little while about things I don't want to talk about here, it cut to a montage of clips of us that he had filmed. Just... us being us and hanging out and being together. That's when I lost it, during those. Then it cut back to him talking some more... and he told me that he loved me and yeah. I watched that thing all day every day for almost a week.
That's when I started drinking. Ooh, fun fun.
Then I went to rehab... now, I admit that I do have my problems with drinking. I guess I could be considered an alcoholic, though I have far greater problems than that.
After I was in rehab and therapy, I came out taking more pills that I was supposedly addicted to as well as a brand new long list of things wrong with my brain. This... didn't surprise me, I guess. I don't know why, it would surprise any reasonable human being... especially since I don't exactly agree with all of it. But, whatever. I'm not the practitioner.
Among the already known Bipolar disorder and Clinical Depression, I was diagnosed with Hypersexuality, PTSD, and Narcissism. I wasn't aware that Narcissism was a mental problem as much as a personality type, but you learn something new every day. I go to three different therapists, three times a week. You would think this would change me. You'd think the mere knowledge of all this would change me. But, no. Apparently, the only thing that's changed about me is that I'm more of an ass than I was before? I'm not so sure that I am. I think that some people are just more sensitive than they were before, but it's not my judgment to call.
I feel like all this is wasted on me... more than anything because I cannot take my therapists or counselors seriously. 90% of the time, I feel mentally superior to them, though that just may be that pesky Narcissism. But, I am going to go ahead and say that they don't make sense and they tell me everything I already know about myself. It's disheartening to know that they seemingly have no help for me.
It's frustrating, I guess, but it's the revelation (albeit, a minor one) that I've come to. This isn't really an analysis of my current situation, but it's something, I guess. I don't really have too much more to say on the matter as I believe that I should probably go to bed. It's nearly two am. I do have some kind of things to do tomorrow, so that's it.
-Peter
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Well, I haven't posted in nearly a month...
But, to be fair, I'm still getting back into the swing of real life. Also, I'm adjusting to managing having a legitimate social life with having none at all... which is what I call it when I'm on the Internet for more than 4 hours at a time... like today. Gah.
I've also learned that I hate almost all the music on my iTunes. Why is this? Because it's on shuffle. So, of course it never lands on what I WANT do desperately NEED to hear. ANYWAY...
I've been alright. I've been... going to this new place. It's called "outside". Apparently, it's not actually new. I just hadn't heard that it existed until recently; but, it's really great. There are people there. REAL PEOPLE! And things to do. It's quite a miraculous discovery. I feel like I may have heard of it a long time ago... but it was lost to me.
I'm also hungry. I want food. There is no food. This sucks.
Nicky's birthday is in 10 days, which is kind of cool. He's going to be 20. I'm not sure what we're doing or anything, but we'll see. Something great has to come up. Maybe we'll go skating again like we did over the summer when he broke me. Perhaps that's a bad idea... I don't know, we'll think about it.
Harry Potter tl;dr
We went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 at the midnight premiere. That was pretty rad. The movie, in general, was a lot better than some of the previous ones. It kept to the book for a lot of it, however, for being a "character driven movie" I did not understand why they decided to change Harry's character as in his mannerisms.
This observation can be noted from the scene when Hedwig is killed. First of all, they glorified Hedwig and her death. I'm not saying that I have something against her or anything, but that's not how she died. She didn't die a hero saving Harry's life. She died in her cage and then Harry dropped it out of the sidecar. She didn't give Harry away as the real Harry, though that is a viable explanation, it's just not the real one. The real explanation was that Harry was identified by the spell he chose to defend himself with. Expelliarmus.
The usage of Expelliarmus in duels of this caliber is almost unique to Harry. All the others use Stupefy or even Avada Kedavra; Expelliarmus has become a sort of signature spell for Harry. In the movie, he uses Stupefy. It's a minor point, but I think that it deserves to be looked at. One would think that it would have been easier for the director to keep that part the same... but, perhaps that's wrong. Who knows.
The effects were decent. I liked the gold sparks shooting out of Harry's wand to meet Voldemort's. Those were pretty rad. However, the Patronuses once again are a let down. Patronuses are NOT glowing orbs with weird tentacles. They just aren't. I don't understand why that is how they're portrayed in the movies. They're animals. Kingley's is a lynx. Kingley's is a lynx. Kingley's is a lynx. They used the doe patronus... why couldn't they use the lynx...? Who knows.
Dobby's death was done nicely. I feel like he was given the respect that he deserves, fictional character or not. I didn't like all the contrived speeches he made though. I felt like Dobby wouldn't have, especially the character of Dobby that the movies create. They don't even mention Dobby after the second movie, I believe... and now he's back and making speeches like he's the head of the mother fucking state. Hermoine was supposed to be unconscious for practically the last 20 minutes of the movie... and yet she wasn't. No one helped Harry with Dobby's grave in the book, unlike the movie in which he was helped by several friends, and I was kind of disappointed that he didn't carve a tombstone for Dobby reading "Here lies Dobby, a free elf.".
The directing in general, I felt, was not great. The movie went through events too quickly for comprehension. I myself have read the book 6 or 7 times and I got lost a few times. The movies generally tend to take place in the bracket of a year and this one was meant to be about half the year... but it felt more like 2 weeks, maybe a month, tops. It was awkward and the transitions didn't help. They shot from one scene to the other without flowing.
There was key information left out. Such as, the identity of the woman with the snake in her. Of course, those of us who've read the book would know it was Bathilda Bagshot, but what about people who hadn't? She's just a freak with a snake in her trying to kill Harry Potter with a painting of a handsome man in her living room.
There was odd information added in. Harry and Hermoine's dance... uhm what? No. Why was there a scene in which Harry and Hermoine seemed to consider being more than just friends? That never happened. In the book, after Ron leaves, Harry couldn't get as much as a smile out of Hermoine because she missed Ron so much and blamed herself for not going with him. She never loved Harry as anything more than a friend and they never had a moment in which they mutually did. It was superfluous and it veers off course. I'd like to point out that ONCE AGAIN, for having a character driven movie, they changed the characters a good bit.
A few other things I wondered about were why every serious line that Ron was supposed to have was turned into a punchline... in my theater, every time he said something serious hilarity ensued. It may have been the low-wit idiots in Theater 3, but I doubt that. I was also curious as to why no one really worried when George nearly died... though, I was glad he got to keep his "holey" joke. Now that I think of it, the movie was as if they took the criticism for the 5th movie (Order of the Phoenix) and applied it to this one.
The criticism for the 5th movie was that it was dark and there was never a happy moment, not really anyway. The argument for that is that that is how the book is. There is literally never a happy moment, but it's the keystone to the series and is essential for sense making. The 7th movie is almost as if they knew it would turn out to be dark without a lot of happiness and then ending on a sad note unless they made everything a joke. This, to me is not a good methodology for movie making, but what do I know? I'm not a director. I just happen to know what works for me and what doesn't.
Anyway, I think I dweebed over the movie enough.
There's a squirrel in my wall... I've named her Rebecca. She makes Liam freak out and try to climb the walls... it's adorable. For those of you who don't know, Liam is my kitten. Nicky got him for me while I was in rehab. Also, for those of you who haven't heard, Midge passed away two weeks ago. It was a sad time for the two of us, but we're carrying on. Nicky was especially broken up. He's a sensitive little guy.
I think we're going to have a quite Thanksgiving just for the two of us.
That's all, for now, I suppose.
-Peter
I've also learned that I hate almost all the music on my iTunes. Why is this? Because it's on shuffle. So, of course it never lands on what I WANT do desperately NEED to hear. ANYWAY...
I've been alright. I've been... going to this new place. It's called "outside". Apparently, it's not actually new. I just hadn't heard that it existed until recently; but, it's really great. There are people there. REAL PEOPLE! And things to do. It's quite a miraculous discovery. I feel like I may have heard of it a long time ago... but it was lost to me.
I'm also hungry. I want food. There is no food. This sucks.
Nicky's birthday is in 10 days, which is kind of cool. He's going to be 20. I'm not sure what we're doing or anything, but we'll see. Something great has to come up. Maybe we'll go skating again like we did over the summer when he broke me. Perhaps that's a bad idea... I don't know, we'll think about it.
Harry Potter tl;dr
We went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 at the midnight premiere. That was pretty rad. The movie, in general, was a lot better than some of the previous ones. It kept to the book for a lot of it, however, for being a "character driven movie" I did not understand why they decided to change Harry's character as in his mannerisms.
This observation can be noted from the scene when Hedwig is killed. First of all, they glorified Hedwig and her death. I'm not saying that I have something against her or anything, but that's not how she died. She didn't die a hero saving Harry's life. She died in her cage and then Harry dropped it out of the sidecar. She didn't give Harry away as the real Harry, though that is a viable explanation, it's just not the real one. The real explanation was that Harry was identified by the spell he chose to defend himself with. Expelliarmus.
The usage of Expelliarmus in duels of this caliber is almost unique to Harry. All the others use Stupefy or even Avada Kedavra; Expelliarmus has become a sort of signature spell for Harry. In the movie, he uses Stupefy. It's a minor point, but I think that it deserves to be looked at. One would think that it would have been easier for the director to keep that part the same... but, perhaps that's wrong. Who knows.
The effects were decent. I liked the gold sparks shooting out of Harry's wand to meet Voldemort's. Those were pretty rad. However, the Patronuses once again are a let down. Patronuses are NOT glowing orbs with weird tentacles. They just aren't. I don't understand why that is how they're portrayed in the movies. They're animals. Kingley's is a lynx. Kingley's is a lynx. Kingley's is a lynx. They used the doe patronus... why couldn't they use the lynx...? Who knows.
Dobby's death was done nicely. I feel like he was given the respect that he deserves, fictional character or not. I didn't like all the contrived speeches he made though. I felt like Dobby wouldn't have, especially the character of Dobby that the movies create. They don't even mention Dobby after the second movie, I believe... and now he's back and making speeches like he's the head of the mother fucking state. Hermoine was supposed to be unconscious for practically the last 20 minutes of the movie... and yet she wasn't. No one helped Harry with Dobby's grave in the book, unlike the movie in which he was helped by several friends, and I was kind of disappointed that he didn't carve a tombstone for Dobby reading "Here lies Dobby, a free elf.".
The directing in general, I felt, was not great. The movie went through events too quickly for comprehension. I myself have read the book 6 or 7 times and I got lost a few times. The movies generally tend to take place in the bracket of a year and this one was meant to be about half the year... but it felt more like 2 weeks, maybe a month, tops. It was awkward and the transitions didn't help. They shot from one scene to the other without flowing.
There was key information left out. Such as, the identity of the woman with the snake in her. Of course, those of us who've read the book would know it was Bathilda Bagshot, but what about people who hadn't? She's just a freak with a snake in her trying to kill Harry Potter with a painting of a handsome man in her living room.
There was odd information added in. Harry and Hermoine's dance... uhm what? No. Why was there a scene in which Harry and Hermoine seemed to consider being more than just friends? That never happened. In the book, after Ron leaves, Harry couldn't get as much as a smile out of Hermoine because she missed Ron so much and blamed herself for not going with him. She never loved Harry as anything more than a friend and they never had a moment in which they mutually did. It was superfluous and it veers off course. I'd like to point out that ONCE AGAIN, for having a character driven movie, they changed the characters a good bit.
A few other things I wondered about were why every serious line that Ron was supposed to have was turned into a punchline... in my theater, every time he said something serious hilarity ensued. It may have been the low-wit idiots in Theater 3, but I doubt that. I was also curious as to why no one really worried when George nearly died... though, I was glad he got to keep his "holey" joke. Now that I think of it, the movie was as if they took the criticism for the 5th movie (Order of the Phoenix) and applied it to this one.
The criticism for the 5th movie was that it was dark and there was never a happy moment, not really anyway. The argument for that is that that is how the book is. There is literally never a happy moment, but it's the keystone to the series and is essential for sense making. The 7th movie is almost as if they knew it would turn out to be dark without a lot of happiness and then ending on a sad note unless they made everything a joke. This, to me is not a good methodology for movie making, but what do I know? I'm not a director. I just happen to know what works for me and what doesn't.
Anyway, I think I dweebed over the movie enough.
There's a squirrel in my wall... I've named her Rebecca. She makes Liam freak out and try to climb the walls... it's adorable. For those of you who don't know, Liam is my kitten. Nicky got him for me while I was in rehab. Also, for those of you who haven't heard, Midge passed away two weeks ago. It was a sad time for the two of us, but we're carrying on. Nicky was especially broken up. He's a sensitive little guy.
I think we're going to have a quite Thanksgiving just for the two of us.
That's all, for now, I suppose.
-Peter
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Now for a more indepth look at my life over the past few months.
Alright, well, let's start back in May. I'll get right into the action since my life seems to be more of a Greek Tragedy than a slow, drawling Romantic Comedy at the moment. Anywho. Nicky and I drove up to Massachusetts, stopping in New York, with Alex, my mom, Mitch, and Elena. We had a joint bachelor party... Which consisted of me getting uncomfortably close with a female stripper. Fortunately, it was buffered by the presence of blood in my alcohol stream. I've seen the pictures, but I don't believe them. I don't remember anything from that night. I woke up half naked next to a stripper who was also pretty naked. These facts do not sit well with me. But, that's ok. I know for a fact that no one else drank that night. Or got uncomfortably close with a female stripper... or a male one, at that. Except Mitch. He was happy that Elena left the room and he was free for once.
So, the day after that, we drove to this little place where this guy married us. We exchanged rings, kissed, the whole shebang. It wasn't that special. It wasn't profound. It wasn't life-altering. It was just the next step. We still count our anniversary from the very first day and the anniversary of the wedding will just be a day where we will have sex regardless of what happens. Since we're on the subject of anniversaries... it will be two years that Nicky and I have been together on Sunday. Now, back to the story. We got married, we had a first dance, which was cute. Then, we drove back home.
The next week after that, Nicky's brother, Mitch, got married. His bachelor party was great. Probably better than ours,but moreso because I got drunk again and so did Nicky. After their wedding, they went on a honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahitit. Yeah. It was a present from Nicky's father... but, Mitch, being the adorably dumb little guy that he is said that he wouldn't accept it unless Nicky got one too because it's only fair as he was recently married and their father hadn't even said congratulations to Nicky. So, he conceded and we ended up going to Orlando to the Harry Potter Amusement Park. That was rad, but on one day, we almost got kicked out for lewd behavior... which would have been a rad story, to be honest. Life should happen for people to tell about it in humorous anecdotal form.
While we were away, my friends Kelly and Dildo had their twins. I've recently learned that their names are Liam Joseph and Dillon Jaime. They're really cute and the Liam one is named after me because I was promised. Liam is cuter than Dillon. Why? Because Peter is better than Dildo. Yes. I miss them both, I should go home and visit soon. Perhaps the weekend after this one. I miss my mother too... which is strange to me because I never miss her. On the contrary, I'm usually thrilled to be rid of her. I don't know why it's changed now.
In August, Nicky broke my wrist and tore my rotator cuff in my shoulder. We went roller skating and he said he could. Well, he can't. We were going on a straight path when he got out of control... and bumbled into me... knocked me down... snapped my wrist with his knee... and ripped the shit out of my shoulder... =.D I was in a cast for 6 weeks but my shoulder still is not the same. I will haunt Nicky with this every time we raise our voices, if that ever happens. In the last two years, it never happened once out of anger... which is strange and wonderful.
Also in August... my mother announced that she is, in fact, pregnant. This isn't awful... or bad at all, really. I actually think I might care for this child. She's about five months along now, but she's keeping the sex a secret until it's born. I'm trying to think of awesome names for it though that sound good with mine. Her boyfriend, Cristian, also proposed to her... and they're getting married next June, which is pretty swell. She asked me to be her "Man of Honor" and Nicky and a few other guys are going to be her "Bride's Men" while Cristian has a "Best Maid" and "Groom's Maids".
Now, the fun part. Mid August. I guess I was probably drinking a bottle and a half of wine a day, supplemented with whatever else I happened to have lying around. I was sad. I was thinking too fast. I wanted to slow down. So, I did. I've always taken a lot of pills. Well, not always, but since I was maybe 13. I'm clinically addicted to oxycontin. Still am, and will be forever, I guess. There isn't much to say about it, but it basically means that I can't take narcotics for anything, even if the doctor tries to prescribe them. I have to say no. I definitely did not hit rock bottom back in August though. Rock bottom was when I was 15, but that is not a useful contribution to this story, and if anyone cares, ask. I don't think I would just come right off and talk about it otherwise. But, yeah. I agreed with Nicky and Alex that I needed help and they shipped me off to rehab for six long weeks.It wasn't great. It wasn't horrible. I met a friend, Justin. He's pretty rad. I go to therapy three times a week now. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. All different therapists with different specialties focusing on different aspects of my life.
While I was going to therapy in rehab, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Hypersexuality (which sounds more awesome than it is), among other things like anxiety and whatnot. They reinforced the fact that I'm chronically clinically depressed and that I have Bipolar Disorder as well. They put me on 7 medications to see which I react to the best and they suggested other shit too, like hypnosis and shocks. I was just like, fuck yourself with your electro-shock therapy. I have a bad enough memory as it is. I did get an iq test though, and my iq is 171. Which is pretty fucking rad... but also, pointless and depressing. ANYWAY. Nicky got us a kitten, his name is Liam... Nicky also furnished the apartment that we leased before school ended. I had to fix a few things and move stuff around, but it's good now.
And this brings us back to the present. The land of Peter and Nicky. I start college in January, since I missed half of the first semester. I made all those arrangements, which was mentally draining... and, uhm yeah. That's about it. I went to the market this morning and bought some fruit... so, rad.
That's it, I guess. If I remember anything else of dire importance, I'll just say it.
But, until then,
-Peter
So, the day after that, we drove to this little place where this guy married us. We exchanged rings, kissed, the whole shebang. It wasn't that special. It wasn't profound. It wasn't life-altering. It was just the next step. We still count our anniversary from the very first day and the anniversary of the wedding will just be a day where we will have sex regardless of what happens. Since we're on the subject of anniversaries... it will be two years that Nicky and I have been together on Sunday. Now, back to the story. We got married, we had a first dance, which was cute. Then, we drove back home.
The next week after that, Nicky's brother, Mitch, got married. His bachelor party was great. Probably better than ours,but moreso because I got drunk again and so did Nicky. After their wedding, they went on a honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahitit. Yeah. It was a present from Nicky's father... but, Mitch, being the adorably dumb little guy that he is said that he wouldn't accept it unless Nicky got one too because it's only fair as he was recently married and their father hadn't even said congratulations to Nicky. So, he conceded and we ended up going to Orlando to the Harry Potter Amusement Park. That was rad, but on one day, we almost got kicked out for lewd behavior... which would have been a rad story, to be honest. Life should happen for people to tell about it in humorous anecdotal form.
While we were away, my friends Kelly and Dildo had their twins. I've recently learned that their names are Liam Joseph and Dillon Jaime. They're really cute and the Liam one is named after me because I was promised. Liam is cuter than Dillon. Why? Because Peter is better than Dildo. Yes. I miss them both, I should go home and visit soon. Perhaps the weekend after this one. I miss my mother too... which is strange to me because I never miss her. On the contrary, I'm usually thrilled to be rid of her. I don't know why it's changed now.
In August, Nicky broke my wrist and tore my rotator cuff in my shoulder. We went roller skating and he said he could. Well, he can't. We were going on a straight path when he got out of control... and bumbled into me... knocked me down... snapped my wrist with his knee... and ripped the shit out of my shoulder... =.D I was in a cast for 6 weeks but my shoulder still is not the same. I will haunt Nicky with this every time we raise our voices, if that ever happens. In the last two years, it never happened once out of anger... which is strange and wonderful.
Also in August... my mother announced that she is, in fact, pregnant. This isn't awful... or bad at all, really. I actually think I might care for this child. She's about five months along now, but she's keeping the sex a secret until it's born. I'm trying to think of awesome names for it though that sound good with mine. Her boyfriend, Cristian, also proposed to her... and they're getting married next June, which is pretty swell. She asked me to be her "Man of Honor" and Nicky and a few other guys are going to be her "Bride's Men" while Cristian has a "Best Maid" and "Groom's Maids".
Now, the fun part. Mid August. I guess I was probably drinking a bottle and a half of wine a day, supplemented with whatever else I happened to have lying around. I was sad. I was thinking too fast. I wanted to slow down. So, I did. I've always taken a lot of pills. Well, not always, but since I was maybe 13. I'm clinically addicted to oxycontin. Still am, and will be forever, I guess. There isn't much to say about it, but it basically means that I can't take narcotics for anything, even if the doctor tries to prescribe them. I have to say no. I definitely did not hit rock bottom back in August though. Rock bottom was when I was 15, but that is not a useful contribution to this story, and if anyone cares, ask. I don't think I would just come right off and talk about it otherwise. But, yeah. I agreed with Nicky and Alex that I needed help and they shipped me off to rehab for six long weeks.It wasn't great. It wasn't horrible. I met a friend, Justin. He's pretty rad. I go to therapy three times a week now. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. All different therapists with different specialties focusing on different aspects of my life.
While I was going to therapy in rehab, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Hypersexuality (which sounds more awesome than it is), among other things like anxiety and whatnot. They reinforced the fact that I'm chronically clinically depressed and that I have Bipolar Disorder as well. They put me on 7 medications to see which I react to the best and they suggested other shit too, like hypnosis and shocks. I was just like, fuck yourself with your electro-shock therapy. I have a bad enough memory as it is. I did get an iq test though, and my iq is 171. Which is pretty fucking rad... but also, pointless and depressing. ANYWAY. Nicky got us a kitten, his name is Liam... Nicky also furnished the apartment that we leased before school ended. I had to fix a few things and move stuff around, but it's good now.
And this brings us back to the present. The land of Peter and Nicky. I start college in January, since I missed half of the first semester. I made all those arrangements, which was mentally draining... and, uhm yeah. That's about it. I went to the market this morning and bought some fruit... so, rad.
That's it, I guess. If I remember anything else of dire importance, I'll just say it.
But, until then,
-Peter
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Back From Rehab.
That was beautiful, wasn't it? Rehab. Woo.
Well, now I'm back and I have a lot to say... Back at the end of May, Nicky and I got married in Massachusetts. that was pretty great, haha. We also went to the Harry Potter Amusement Park for our Honeymoon which was even better. Then, hm. Nicky and I leased an apartment... and I broke my wrist, but that healed now... and I went to rehab. And now I'm back. My mom is pregnant. I can't think of anything else.
-Peter
Well, now I'm back and I have a lot to say... Back at the end of May, Nicky and I got married in Massachusetts. that was pretty great, haha. We also went to the Harry Potter Amusement Park for our Honeymoon which was even better. Then, hm. Nicky and I leased an apartment... and I broke my wrist, but that healed now... and I went to rehab. And now I'm back. My mom is pregnant. I can't think of anything else.
-Peter
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Farmer's Market
Before I get into describing my trip, I shall mention by friend Zach because he reads these because he cares about my feelings unlike everyone else who doesn't read these because they don't care about me.
./waves to Zach
Oh my god. Nicky and I drove two hours… to this place. The was full of inbreeds and immigrants.
On the way there, we passed this farm. It had these humongous cattle. They were at least twice the size of your average cattle. They were ridiculous. On the ride back, I had Nicky stop at the farm so we could ask what they were. the nice old man said that they were Simmental Cattle and they were from Switzerland. He also invited us in for something to drink, and to be polite, we did seeing as we just barged in on him… even though he said he was pleased for the company. He’s 83 and he lives with his 86 year old brother. they take care of the entire farm by themselves. I was amazed.
At the actual Farmer’s Market… oh my god. It was horrible. It was like a Hick-Mall. Everyone was clearly inbred and/or an immigrant. Some of the stores were rad though. There was an old school vinyl store and they had all these sick records from 60’s… Steppenwolf, The Doors… it was awesome.
Then there was this… hippie store. It had so much tie dye. haha. And Grateful Dead. Can’t forget that. That store is where I got my slippers! They’re really warm.
I wanted this sweater but it was like, $70 so I was like HELL NO.
Then we stoped at this little place that had a glass case… and I was looking. It was NativeAmerican inspired craft and was generally pretty sweet. There was a lot of turquoise and silver and I got to looking for something in particular. The didn’t have it. HOWEVER, across the aisle was another case and I went to it and looked and my dream came true. I was so shocked. I called Nicky over right away and pointed and hopped and it was cute. I was like ZOMFG NICKY ZOMFG LOOK LOOK THERE IS IS ZOMFG THE HAVE THEM. Them refers to a four winds ring.
It’s amazing. Turquoise set in silver, and it’s actually two rings, but the one is set in the other so it rotates freely. Around the edges, it’s etched with Hebrew lettering which translates to “Father of the four winds, fill my sail across the sea of years”. I’ve wanted one ever since I heard the song Four Winds by Bright Eyes and researched the song. I would wear it on my ring finger but that is taken by my engagement ring, so I’m going to put it on a chain and wear it as a necklace. While I was telling Nick about it, the sales woman came over and started reiterating what I just said. I felt smart for knowing already and being able to identify it. It was such an obscure chance that they had one too.
We bought a sody and stood by the produce for awhile… and then, I just hear this inbred bitch across the aisle from us say “anorexic prostitute” and then “transvestite” and she kept looking at me. Obviously I did not like this. but, instead of getting mad, I got bitchy and I looked at her, and then at Nicky and I said loudly, “Nicky, How do you think I’d look with tits?” and he looked confused and then I said, “I should ask that girl over there where she got her tits done… so I know not to go there. They’re lopsided and look fake.” and the got this look on her face and Nicky and I just walked away. He was still confused though. I had to explain.
I was disgusted by some of the shops. One in particular made me want to throw a hissy fit. It advertised a “real live ‘gator” so, Nicky and I went to go check out “Wally the ‘Gator”. Low and behold, we see a 6 foot long tank with this poor creature sitting on astro turf with a landscapiing pond for a pool. It was sickening. I teared up out of sheer anger that someone would do such a thing to the alligator. As we were leaving, there was an announcement about how they were going to do the show of feeding Wally some chickens. I didn’t understand how it was even allowed. It’s disgusting.
Then we left and we drove back to the farm as I said that had the cattle. Then, we went to Barnes and Nobles and I got a book and Nicky got a book. Then we both got coffee and we got back in the car. Then we drove a little ways and Nicky was holding my hands and he pulled the car over behind the scenic overlook… and we had some fun… =.) After that, we came home and now Nicky is making himself a hot pocket.
Now I’m sitting in my room with my slippers on glancing through my book and finishing my coffee and my tea. Yes, I do sometimes have two drinks like Shelby does. We’re soul mates. Anywho, stay classy,
-Peter
./waves to Zach
Oh my god. Nicky and I drove two hours… to this place. The was full of inbreeds and immigrants.
On the way there, we passed this farm. It had these humongous cattle. They were at least twice the size of your average cattle. They were ridiculous. On the ride back, I had Nicky stop at the farm so we could ask what they were. the nice old man said that they were Simmental Cattle and they were from Switzerland. He also invited us in for something to drink, and to be polite, we did seeing as we just barged in on him… even though he said he was pleased for the company. He’s 83 and he lives with his 86 year old brother. they take care of the entire farm by themselves. I was amazed.
At the actual Farmer’s Market… oh my god. It was horrible. It was like a Hick-Mall. Everyone was clearly inbred and/or an immigrant. Some of the stores were rad though. There was an old school vinyl store and they had all these sick records from 60’s… Steppenwolf, The Doors… it was awesome.
Then there was this… hippie store. It had so much tie dye. haha. And Grateful Dead. Can’t forget that. That store is where I got my slippers! They’re really warm.
I wanted this sweater but it was like, $70 so I was like HELL NO.
Then we stoped at this little place that had a glass case… and I was looking. It was NativeAmerican inspired craft and was generally pretty sweet. There was a lot of turquoise and silver and I got to looking for something in particular. The didn’t have it. HOWEVER, across the aisle was another case and I went to it and looked and my dream came true. I was so shocked. I called Nicky over right away and pointed and hopped and it was cute. I was like ZOMFG NICKY ZOMFG LOOK LOOK THERE IS IS ZOMFG THE HAVE THEM. Them refers to a four winds ring.
It’s amazing. Turquoise set in silver, and it’s actually two rings, but the one is set in the other so it rotates freely. Around the edges, it’s etched with Hebrew lettering which translates to “Father of the four winds, fill my sail across the sea of years”. I’ve wanted one ever since I heard the song Four Winds by Bright Eyes and researched the song. I would wear it on my ring finger but that is taken by my engagement ring, so I’m going to put it on a chain and wear it as a necklace. While I was telling Nick about it, the sales woman came over and started reiterating what I just said. I felt smart for knowing already and being able to identify it. It was such an obscure chance that they had one too.
We bought a sody and stood by the produce for awhile… and then, I just hear this inbred bitch across the aisle from us say “anorexic prostitute” and then “transvestite” and she kept looking at me. Obviously I did not like this. but, instead of getting mad, I got bitchy and I looked at her, and then at Nicky and I said loudly, “Nicky, How do you think I’d look with tits?” and he looked confused and then I said, “I should ask that girl over there where she got her tits done… so I know not to go there. They’re lopsided and look fake.” and the got this look on her face and Nicky and I just walked away. He was still confused though. I had to explain.
I was disgusted by some of the shops. One in particular made me want to throw a hissy fit. It advertised a “real live ‘gator” so, Nicky and I went to go check out “Wally the ‘Gator”. Low and behold, we see a 6 foot long tank with this poor creature sitting on astro turf with a landscapiing pond for a pool. It was sickening. I teared up out of sheer anger that someone would do such a thing to the alligator. As we were leaving, there was an announcement about how they were going to do the show of feeding Wally some chickens. I didn’t understand how it was even allowed. It’s disgusting.
Then we left and we drove back to the farm as I said that had the cattle. Then, we went to Barnes and Nobles and I got a book and Nicky got a book. Then we both got coffee and we got back in the car. Then we drove a little ways and Nicky was holding my hands and he pulled the car over behind the scenic overlook… and we had some fun… =.) After that, we came home and now Nicky is making himself a hot pocket.
Now I’m sitting in my room with my slippers on glancing through my book and finishing my coffee and my tea. Yes, I do sometimes have two drinks like Shelby does. We’re soul mates. Anywho, stay classy,
-Peter
Thursday, April 22, 2010
partyhardy.
Today was pretty sick, actually.
I am genuinely pleased with 99% of my day.
Ok, so, this morning… I didn’t want to go to school. However, Nicky literally ripped me out of bed and made me. Mean, huh? Yeah. But whatever, I doubt I would have enjoyed my day otherwise.
Then, we got to school about 20 minutes early… and we were just talking… and then I crawled onto him and we had a nice, long kissie. He commented about how lovely I smelled too, so that’s a plus.
Then school was just school in the morning. I started drawing this rad caterpillar-inspired extra terrest. Second block I slacked… and did nothing except mat my charcoal still life. Lunch… well, I’m going to say I was glad I didn’t get any food. Dildo and Kelly are… disgusting… in a cute way. Allow me to explain, our table is very small and we have a large amount of people. We combined two tables but it’s still too small for all of us. Three tables makes it impersonal. So, we stack up. today I ended up with Lauren on my lap across from Dildo who had Kelly on his lap. Now, this was fine… until he got frisky. Then, I just see his hands move from her waist… up to her shoulders… the down to her tits momentarily… and then down under the table. Lovely. Even better when she stood up though. His hands both went around her leg and then traced up to her stomach, pushed her shirt up, and then he put his mouth on it and moved his hands back down to around her leg. As I said, disgusting but cute.
English… was… sad. Pathetic sort of sad. Ms. T was leaving the room a lot… and when she did, this asshole net to me would talk to the kid in front of him and say things like “Would you eat her out for a million dollars?” “You think she takes the time to flip up her titties to wash under them?” “Would you rip her nose hairs out with your teeth for a million dollars?” “You could motorboat her and lick her pussy at the same time!” AND THEN THE BEST LINE EVER. After one guy said, “Would you date her for a billion dollars?” another guy said no. then, the first guy said and I quote, “But a billion is a million dollars times a million.” I was sitting there like, buddy you better hire an accountant. >.>
Then, during English, I got called away to my first anger management meeting… it was actually… really… rad. I never met the group leader. He’s fucking awesome. The whole time, he’s there like, preaching being free and loving and peace. It’s just so… not what I expected. He put on The Doors and all this other sick music from the 60’s to “burn off our negative emotions though positive jams”. Needless to say I wish it was every day.
That lasted about an hour then, and I wen to ceramics… I attempted something but it failed so I squashed it. Then I stayed after school until like, 2:30. Mitch picked me up and drove me to Nicky’s job. Nicky got out early, like 3 ish.
Then he told me something interesting… his mother called him… and told him about how for awhile now they have been installing a hot tub and since it was done, he should come over. He said it was clearly bribery. But, lest, we went and though I hate water and hot tubs and everything that correlates between them, it was fun. Like, a lot of fun. It was like a little date. I refused to get my hair wet though. We only hung out there until like, 5.
After we dried off and left his house, we went to go get a drink. As we went to go get a drink, we also went to Target and I got three killer cardigans and a pair of tights and I found two sweaters for Nicky and some cute little socks. After Target, we went to the craft store and bought some watercolor paper, illustration board, and these cute little plastic kitties that we are currently playing with. We left there and then we went to McDonalds because i had to pee really bad, but we didn’t buy any food.
Now we’re home and like I said, we’re playing with the kitties. Nicky keeps making his hump mine fiercely.
So, yeah. Like I said, 99% enjoyable. I’m still happy too, even after logging onto aim. That’s a bloody miracle. Anyway, stay classy.
-Peter
I am genuinely pleased with 99% of my day.
Ok, so, this morning… I didn’t want to go to school. However, Nicky literally ripped me out of bed and made me. Mean, huh? Yeah. But whatever, I doubt I would have enjoyed my day otherwise.
Then, we got to school about 20 minutes early… and we were just talking… and then I crawled onto him and we had a nice, long kissie. He commented about how lovely I smelled too, so that’s a plus.
Then school was just school in the morning. I started drawing this rad caterpillar-inspired extra terrest. Second block I slacked… and did nothing except mat my charcoal still life. Lunch… well, I’m going to say I was glad I didn’t get any food. Dildo and Kelly are… disgusting… in a cute way. Allow me to explain, our table is very small and we have a large amount of people. We combined two tables but it’s still too small for all of us. Three tables makes it impersonal. So, we stack up. today I ended up with Lauren on my lap across from Dildo who had Kelly on his lap. Now, this was fine… until he got frisky. Then, I just see his hands move from her waist… up to her shoulders… the down to her tits momentarily… and then down under the table. Lovely. Even better when she stood up though. His hands both went around her leg and then traced up to her stomach, pushed her shirt up, and then he put his mouth on it and moved his hands back down to around her leg. As I said, disgusting but cute.
English… was… sad. Pathetic sort of sad. Ms. T was leaving the room a lot… and when she did, this asshole net to me would talk to the kid in front of him and say things like “Would you eat her out for a million dollars?” “You think she takes the time to flip up her titties to wash under them?” “Would you rip her nose hairs out with your teeth for a million dollars?” “You could motorboat her and lick her pussy at the same time!” AND THEN THE BEST LINE EVER. After one guy said, “Would you date her for a billion dollars?” another guy said no. then, the first guy said and I quote, “But a billion is a million dollars times a million.” I was sitting there like, buddy you better hire an accountant. >.>
Then, during English, I got called away to my first anger management meeting… it was actually… really… rad. I never met the group leader. He’s fucking awesome. The whole time, he’s there like, preaching being free and loving and peace. It’s just so… not what I expected. He put on The Doors and all this other sick music from the 60’s to “burn off our negative emotions though positive jams”. Needless to say I wish it was every day.
That lasted about an hour then, and I wen to ceramics… I attempted something but it failed so I squashed it. Then I stayed after school until like, 2:30. Mitch picked me up and drove me to Nicky’s job. Nicky got out early, like 3 ish.
Then he told me something interesting… his mother called him… and told him about how for awhile now they have been installing a hot tub and since it was done, he should come over. He said it was clearly bribery. But, lest, we went and though I hate water and hot tubs and everything that correlates between them, it was fun. Like, a lot of fun. It was like a little date. I refused to get my hair wet though. We only hung out there until like, 5.
After we dried off and left his house, we went to go get a drink. As we went to go get a drink, we also went to Target and I got three killer cardigans and a pair of tights and I found two sweaters for Nicky and some cute little socks. After Target, we went to the craft store and bought some watercolor paper, illustration board, and these cute little plastic kitties that we are currently playing with. We left there and then we went to McDonalds because i had to pee really bad, but we didn’t buy any food.
Now we’re home and like I said, we’re playing with the kitties. Nicky keeps making his hump mine fiercely.
So, yeah. Like I said, 99% enjoyable. I’m still happy too, even after logging onto aim. That’s a bloody miracle. Anyway, stay classy.
-Peter
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Today... suuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked.
It started out as good. There was a chick fight… and it wasn’t a stupid little hair pulling thing. This girl punched the other girl in the back of the head and she went flying into a desk and then the girl who punched, jumped on the other girl and just kept hitting her and shit. Then, this kid like, bear hugged her from behind and pulled her off the other girl, but she still had a hold of the girl and she was kicking and screaming and then… it was over. Short, clean, concise.
THEN IT GOT SHITTY.
I was in English talking to Dildo and this other girl. I said, and I quote myself, “That bitch should have smacked the shit out of her.” Having said that, the girl’s sister is sitting right behind me. Ok, whatever. she gets up and gets in my face and starts screaming at me. I laughed at her and told her to get the fuck out of my face. Then, she started with her hands in my face, so I put my hands on her shoulders and shoved her back so she would get the fuck away from me. So, she decided to be a bitch and comes at me like she’s going to slap me and I grabbed her hand and smacked her and then she stepped back, came at me again screaming and I pushed her again. then that was over AND THEN I get in school for a day and she didn’t get shit. Lovely. That’s cool too.
So, I sat in the office for… maybe two hours. After I got out of the office, I was supposed to go to class, I guess but I just found Dildo and we left. There was only like, 20 minutes left of school anyway and he has pegs on the back of his bike so I cols just ride along.
I smoked the first cigarette I’ve had in months today because of this.
However, yesterday was good. I was in a lovey mood when got home from school. Then, when Nicky got home from work, he was lovey too. So, we just spent time together playing Adorable Couple. It was fun.
We watched Adam and I cried like I did the first time when they kiss. We were just cuddled up on the couch with a blanket and tea. It was nice. Then, we went out to dinner, but I didn't really eat much though. Then we kissied in the car for a really long time... and then we drove home... and kissied on the couch for a really long time... and then we went upstairs... and kissied on our bed for a really long time... and then we cuddled and just talked about things and kissied some more and cuddled.
It reflected the lovey mood nicely.
But, that's all I have to say now, I guess. Stay classy.
-Peterrr
THEN IT GOT SHITTY.
I was in English talking to Dildo and this other girl. I said, and I quote myself, “That bitch should have smacked the shit out of her.” Having said that, the girl’s sister is sitting right behind me. Ok, whatever. she gets up and gets in my face and starts screaming at me. I laughed at her and told her to get the fuck out of my face. Then, she started with her hands in my face, so I put my hands on her shoulders and shoved her back so she would get the fuck away from me. So, she decided to be a bitch and comes at me like she’s going to slap me and I grabbed her hand and smacked her and then she stepped back, came at me again screaming and I pushed her again. then that was over AND THEN I get in school for a day and she didn’t get shit. Lovely. That’s cool too.
So, I sat in the office for… maybe two hours. After I got out of the office, I was supposed to go to class, I guess but I just found Dildo and we left. There was only like, 20 minutes left of school anyway and he has pegs on the back of his bike so I cols just ride along.
I smoked the first cigarette I’ve had in months today because of this.
However, yesterday was good. I was in a lovey mood when got home from school. Then, when Nicky got home from work, he was lovey too. So, we just spent time together playing Adorable Couple. It was fun.
We watched Adam and I cried like I did the first time when they kiss. We were just cuddled up on the couch with a blanket and tea. It was nice. Then, we went out to dinner, but I didn't really eat much though. Then we kissied in the car for a really long time... and then we drove home... and kissied on the couch for a really long time... and then we went upstairs... and kissied on our bed for a really long time... and then we cuddled and just talked about things and kissied some more and cuddled.
It reflected the lovey mood nicely.
But, that's all I have to say now, I guess. Stay classy.
-Peterrr
Sunday, April 18, 2010
bum diddle iddle iddle dum diddle ah.
Well, last night was… uhm… interesting. Waking up this morning was even more interesting.
Last night, I met this really nice guy on omegle, Randy. He’s pretty cool. We talked for a few hours and then like, we had to go to sleep. Not that I could go to sleep easily… I mean, I had to push Alex down the hall to the guest room and tuck him in. That is not an easy task. He’s very heavy to push and there’s a lot of him to tuck in. Let alone his grabbing at me and poking and untucking. >.> Then I tucked Nicky in and then I tucked myself in and we went to sleep. I woke up at 8:30 to find Alex squeezed into out bed wrapped around me to the point where I was like, not breathing… which is probably what woke me up. Of course Nicky found it hilarious. >.>
Then we made breakfast and ate and watched a movie and blah blah blah. Alex left… 20 minutes ago, and he just called me to tell me he’s home safely, so that’s good. He should come over more often, I like when he visits, even if he and Nicky are meannnn to me. >.>
This is what I had to say about last night, posted on my Tumblr here.
Last night, I met this really nice guy on omegle, Randy. He’s pretty cool. We talked for a few hours and then like, we had to go to sleep. Not that I could go to sleep easily… I mean, I had to push Alex down the hall to the guest room and tuck him in. That is not an easy task. He’s very heavy to push and there’s a lot of him to tuck in. Let alone his grabbing at me and poking and untucking. >.> Then I tucked Nicky in and then I tucked myself in and we went to sleep. I woke up at 8:30 to find Alex squeezed into out bed wrapped around me to the point where I was like, not breathing… which is probably what woke me up. Of course Nicky found it hilarious. >.>
Then we made breakfast and ate and watched a movie and blah blah blah. Alex left… 20 minutes ago, and he just called me to tell me he’s home safely, so that’s good. He should come over more often, I like when he visits, even if he and Nicky are meannnn to me. >.>
This is what I had to say about last night, posted on my Tumblr here.
Nicky and Alex are so mean to me. Really. I am objectified like the token fem fem at a Super Bowl party. >.>
What is it with bi guys and tender cuts of meat… Nicky says sexy lamb chops, Alex goes on about Filet Mignon… I’m just like, whoa now. Cannibals.
I also have a To Watch/RE-watch movie list about a mile long… MI:1,2,3… From Paris, With Love, Seven, Adam… gah. I’mma die.
And… I’m so stressed about this college stuff… like, I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth it. Like, I know it is… but… it isn’t… and I just want to get there and experience it instead of going through all this garbage to get there.
It also feels like I’m buried in kittens. If you know me… you know that my dream is to be buried in kittens… so… that’s one good thing coming from Nicky + Alex. Alex’s head is like, on my stummy and it feels like a kitten… and Nicky is on my shoulder feeling like a kitten… and Kat is on my legs… doing the same.
Earlier… I had a weird experience. Something that makes me think that I’m fucked up in my head, but not really but I don’t know. Alex got here and he greeted me with a kiss like he always does… and then… he greeted Nicky with a twin kiss which was new. Now, history has been made with nicky and Alex and me, but as I said, history. Nothing really since. A neck kiss is as far as it went… but today Alex kissed Nicky and instead of being mad like I would have with anyone else besides him… but, in this case, I liked it and it intrigued me.
Great. And Nicky is flipping a shit because of the Mets game. >.> 16th inning with no score? I guess. I think that’s what he said. I don’t know. I don’t care. He doesn’t even like the Mets. He likes Baltimore. Because he’s from Maryland.
Finally, I’ll wrap this up with my need to buy list.
-Peter
What is it with bi guys and tender cuts of meat… Nicky says sexy lamb chops, Alex goes on about Filet Mignon… I’m just like, whoa now. Cannibals.
I also have a To Watch/RE-watch movie list about a mile long… MI:1,2,3… From Paris, With Love, Seven, Adam… gah. I’mma die.
And… I’m so stressed about this college stuff… like, I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth it. Like, I know it is… but… it isn’t… and I just want to get there and experience it instead of going through all this garbage to get there.
It also feels like I’m buried in kittens. If you know me… you know that my dream is to be buried in kittens… so… that’s one good thing coming from Nicky + Alex. Alex’s head is like, on my stummy and it feels like a kitten… and Nicky is on my shoulder feeling like a kitten… and Kat is on my legs… doing the same.
Earlier… I had a weird experience. Something that makes me think that I’m fucked up in my head, but not really but I don’t know. Alex got here and he greeted me with a kiss like he always does… and then… he greeted Nicky with a twin kiss which was new. Now, history has been made with nicky and Alex and me, but as I said, history. Nothing really since. A neck kiss is as far as it went… but today Alex kissed Nicky and instead of being mad like I would have with anyone else besides him… but, in this case, I liked it and it intrigued me.
Great. And Nicky is flipping a shit because of the Mets game. >.> 16th inning with no score? I guess. I think that’s what he said. I don’t know. I don’t care. He doesn’t even like the Mets. He likes Baltimore. Because he’s from Maryland.
Finally, I’ll wrap this up with my need to buy list.
- The Outsiders
- Watercolor board
- Pens
- New tights
- Socks
- Undies
- Shorts
- V necks
- Cereal… A lot and badly.
-Peter
Monday, April 12, 2010
Orly.
Today was interesting. I found out a lot of things. On Friday, after school, Dildo broke up with Antoinette and now he's going out with Kelly because, if I understand correctly, they "have a thing for each other". Which is all well and good, seeing the situation. However, Kelly was not in school today. I guess she told her parents on Saturday night and they got a doctor's appointment for her for today. So, I spent the day with Dillydooper.
In first block, there was literally nothing to do at all. So, I just skipped out and met up with Dildo in the bathroom.We chilled there and he seems kind of... like, upset about the situation at large. Completely understandable. I'm just trying to be there for him and give him someone to talk to when he needs it and someone to lean on. Then, when second block came up we went to that art class which was the same situation as the first. However, this class got to order food from a deli and this girl brought doughnuts too. So we got food and I traded one of my penguin rubber bands to this girl for a dinosaur rubber band. It's pretty sweet.
After we ate, we all just sat around in the empty art room and skipped a half hour of third block/lunches. After lunch, Haylyn saw me and bitched me out because I "think I'm cool because I skip classes". I was like, uhm, not really. I just think that the classes suck and I'd rather not waste my time. But, whatever. She can go pet her pussy.
English went fast just being in class. We have a test tomorrow. >.> then Dildo and I skipped the first half of Ceramics and we sat together in the new hallway they made. They haven't installed cameras yet, so it's ideal. I did what Peter does best. Comforted someone with cuddles and kissies. There was slight redness on his neck when we were done. ;3 It's good to know that even though now that he's going to be a dad, he's still not completely straight and neither of us will truly be taken.
I got home... and I ate an apple... and I came up to my room... and there's jizz on my bed. Ugh. Sloppy. I washed it out as best I could with a wash cloth. Nicky and I have to be more careful. Last night was fun though, jizz or no jizz.
And that was today, and this is the other day:
In first block, there was literally nothing to do at all. So, I just skipped out and met up with Dildo in the bathroom.We chilled there and he seems kind of... like, upset about the situation at large. Completely understandable. I'm just trying to be there for him and give him someone to talk to when he needs it and someone to lean on. Then, when second block came up we went to that art class which was the same situation as the first. However, this class got to order food from a deli and this girl brought doughnuts too. So we got food and I traded one of my penguin rubber bands to this girl for a dinosaur rubber band. It's pretty sweet.
After we ate, we all just sat around in the empty art room and skipped a half hour of third block/lunches. After lunch, Haylyn saw me and bitched me out because I "think I'm cool because I skip classes". I was like, uhm, not really. I just think that the classes suck and I'd rather not waste my time. But, whatever. She can go pet her pussy.
English went fast just being in class. We have a test tomorrow. >.> then Dildo and I skipped the first half of Ceramics and we sat together in the new hallway they made. They haven't installed cameras yet, so it's ideal. I did what Peter does best. Comforted someone with cuddles and kissies. There was slight redness on his neck when we were done. ;3 It's good to know that even though now that he's going to be a dad, he's still not completely straight and neither of us will truly be taken.
I got home... and I ate an apple... and I came up to my room... and there's jizz on my bed. Ugh. Sloppy. I washed it out as best I could with a wash cloth. Nicky and I have to be more careful. Last night was fun though, jizz or no jizz.
And that was today, and this is the other day:
Nicky and I went to buy envelopes, not stamps as I earlier misunderstood. Envelopes. Why? I’m still not sure. Nicky was vague… but, honestly. what could he possibly be doing. His mom probably asked for them.
But, yeah. We went to Target. I love Target. So much. It’s unhealthy. I can always find something I like/want/need. This time was no different. I found a pair of tights that I put on as soon as we got home and these cute little socklets. They’re grey and hey have black trim, dots, and bows. The tights are adorable. Like, they’re black but they have a pattern. It’s like a maze. I also got some new undies and I found some assorted colored v-necks for Nicky. I made him try them on and he was adorable.
We also bought Adam, because it was on my dash the other day and reminded me of how I liked it and wanted to see it again. And Nicky got this cracker jack stuff that I hate. >.> It’s so gross and it hurts my teeth.
The best thing about Target was this bitch who decided to work my last nerve. Like, she didn’t even do anything, but her tone just irked me. Nicky and I were standing at the end of an aisle looking at vacuum cleaners because we will need one come this fall. I found a purple, economically efficient one and Nicky was playing with the attachments. Then, the lady came up the aisle and was like EXCUSE ME and nicky moved that cart so she could get through. I was just like, so annoyed that she took that tone I took the piece from Nicky and whipped it in the general direction of the woman but it missed. She still turned around and gave us a dirty look, but she deserved it. I wish I had better aim.
After we went there, we drove around for three hours. the car was so comfortable and cozy and it was just nice to drive. We found his place, The colonial Pizza and Spaghetti House, in historic Easton and had dinner there. It was really good too. the pizza wasn’t greasy and it just tasted fresh.
We walked a little to the local stores and someone decided to work my last nerve again. We were just walking, holding hands and this person says “I told you!! It is two guys!! They must be gay!!” I’m just like. Is it a big deal? Honestly, have you never seen a fag before? It’s just annoying, like… ok. Get over it. I’ve seen people exclaim the same way over black people and Asians too, so I guess I should get over it. But really, no. They should.
After that, we drove around deciding what to do next and that took two hours. Then we decided on Froyo and we went to this little place. It was so good, like, they make it perfectly.
Now, I'm just waiting for Nicky to get home from work so we can hang out and see if there are any plan for the night. ;3 Stay classy,
-Peter
But, yeah. We went to Target. I love Target. So much. It’s unhealthy. I can always find something I like/want/need. This time was no different. I found a pair of tights that I put on as soon as we got home and these cute little socklets. They’re grey and hey have black trim, dots, and bows. The tights are adorable. Like, they’re black but they have a pattern. It’s like a maze. I also got some new undies and I found some assorted colored v-necks for Nicky. I made him try them on and he was adorable.
We also bought Adam, because it was on my dash the other day and reminded me of how I liked it and wanted to see it again. And Nicky got this cracker jack stuff that I hate. >.> It’s so gross and it hurts my teeth.
The best thing about Target was this bitch who decided to work my last nerve. Like, she didn’t even do anything, but her tone just irked me. Nicky and I were standing at the end of an aisle looking at vacuum cleaners because we will need one come this fall. I found a purple, economically efficient one and Nicky was playing with the attachments. Then, the lady came up the aisle and was like EXCUSE ME and nicky moved that cart so she could get through. I was just like, so annoyed that she took that tone I took the piece from Nicky and whipped it in the general direction of the woman but it missed. She still turned around and gave us a dirty look, but she deserved it. I wish I had better aim.
After we went there, we drove around for three hours. the car was so comfortable and cozy and it was just nice to drive. We found his place, The colonial Pizza and Spaghetti House, in historic Easton and had dinner there. It was really good too. the pizza wasn’t greasy and it just tasted fresh.
We walked a little to the local stores and someone decided to work my last nerve again. We were just walking, holding hands and this person says “I told you!! It is two guys!! They must be gay!!” I’m just like. Is it a big deal? Honestly, have you never seen a fag before? It’s just annoying, like… ok. Get over it. I’ve seen people exclaim the same way over black people and Asians too, so I guess I should get over it. But really, no. They should.
After that, we drove around deciding what to do next and that took two hours. Then we decided on Froyo and we went to this little place. It was so good, like, they make it perfectly.
Now, I'm just waiting for Nicky to get home from work so we can hang out and see if there are any plan for the night. ;3 Stay classy,
-Peter
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Hmhmhmhmhm.
so, after I got off last night, Nicky and I laid down. Maybe 15 minutes later, 20 at most… and pokes me, turns on the light, and says “I’m hungry”. I told him to go get something. He said this, “I want Perkins.” So, we went to Perkins. At 4 am. That was entertaining.
As soon as we’re seated, another group is seated behind us. Three drunk college guys. Great. None of them attractive. One was okish, cute but like, nothing I’d look twice at. I couldn’t even enjoy my French Toast and tea because they were so rude too. Nicky kept laughing at them and he like, choked on his pancakes.
Then, on the ride home, we went the long way because it was cold out and the heat in car was nice… and we saw three little foxes run across the road. They weren’t together, I don’t think, but they were all within 50 feet of each other, so perhaps. After that we were just driving along and all of the sudden this big ass bear walked out in front of the car. Nicky was just like Fuck, man. I don’t know if he ever saw a bear. Probably.
Then we got home at like, 5:30. We slept until 8, then drove to the college. I handed in my papers and we toddled around town until like, noon. Then we drove home. Now we’re in my room. It’s nice in here today, it’s cool and the window is open revealing a blue sky and like, no clouds. I would like to go out for awhile, but I’m not sure what we could do. Nicky is a little sniffly today though. I hope he doesn’t get sick. He gets colds a lot, not bad ones just little ones.
I ate a grapefruit while we were out, but now I’m hungry again. Le sigh.
I also forgot my mother's birthday again. she's not even home though. Probably getting her tattoo rendered. >.> I was wondering why there was a cake-pie thing in the fridge. Oh wells. It looks gross anyway. I hate glazed fruits.
Speaking of her tattoo, I forgot to mention what she did. It's horrendous. Nicky was in the kitchen and I was in the other room, my mother walked into the kitchen in her soffes. Nicky said that the bottom of her tattoo was sticking out and he was looking at it because he didn't know what it was. Then, I walked into the room. Then, my mother lifted up the front of her shirt to show him the head. Then, she pulled up the leg of he shorts until Nicky had a clear view of not only her tattoo, but her panty-covered puss. Like, honestly. Why. does she have no shame. It's disgusting. I was furious, but it's all good now, I guess.
Yesterday, in school I found out that Dildo is the father of Kelly's baby. She was right, I did freak out. I have so many questions and neither of them will answer for me. It's bullshit. Whatever, I'll get them both on Monday.
Now Nicky has to go get stamps for... fuck only knows what... and I'm going with him.
-Stay classy, Peter
As soon as we’re seated, another group is seated behind us. Three drunk college guys. Great. None of them attractive. One was okish, cute but like, nothing I’d look twice at. I couldn’t even enjoy my French Toast and tea because they were so rude too. Nicky kept laughing at them and he like, choked on his pancakes.
Then, on the ride home, we went the long way because it was cold out and the heat in car was nice… and we saw three little foxes run across the road. They weren’t together, I don’t think, but they were all within 50 feet of each other, so perhaps. After that we were just driving along and all of the sudden this big ass bear walked out in front of the car. Nicky was just like Fuck, man. I don’t know if he ever saw a bear. Probably.
Then we got home at like, 5:30. We slept until 8, then drove to the college. I handed in my papers and we toddled around town until like, noon. Then we drove home. Now we’re in my room. It’s nice in here today, it’s cool and the window is open revealing a blue sky and like, no clouds. I would like to go out for awhile, but I’m not sure what we could do. Nicky is a little sniffly today though. I hope he doesn’t get sick. He gets colds a lot, not bad ones just little ones.
I ate a grapefruit while we were out, but now I’m hungry again. Le sigh.
I also forgot my mother's birthday again. she's not even home though. Probably getting her tattoo rendered. >.> I was wondering why there was a cake-pie thing in the fridge. Oh wells. It looks gross anyway. I hate glazed fruits.
Speaking of her tattoo, I forgot to mention what she did. It's horrendous. Nicky was in the kitchen and I was in the other room, my mother walked into the kitchen in her soffes. Nicky said that the bottom of her tattoo was sticking out and he was looking at it because he didn't know what it was. Then, I walked into the room. Then, my mother lifted up the front of her shirt to show him the head. Then, she pulled up the leg of he shorts until Nicky had a clear view of not only her tattoo, but her panty-covered puss. Like, honestly. Why. does she have no shame. It's disgusting. I was furious, but it's all good now, I guess.
Yesterday, in school I found out that Dildo is the father of Kelly's baby. She was right, I did freak out. I have so many questions and neither of them will answer for me. It's bullshit. Whatever, I'll get them both on Monday.
Now Nicky has to go get stamps for... fuck only knows what... and I'm going with him.
-Stay classy, Peter
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Dildo watch, day two. Still no sign of intelligent life.
Le sigh. He was absent again today. And Lest, I was bored out of my mind. Of course, it wasn't all day. I went in at 10:20. I skipped the last ten minutes of class though... went down to the gym. It's the time of the semester for Volleyball and I jumped in a few games. Totally kicked ass. Then lunch.... saw bitch tits again... and like, it was just a fun lunch. A lot of laughter. Kelly wasn't in school either. Hmph. I felt bad because she was really upset yesterday and I couldn't do anything about it. Last block was boring. I just sat there layering glaze for an hour and a half and not doing anything. It was kind of fun though, funny at least like lunch.
I had to stay after school to present. That was easy and short and omnomnom. I just... enjoyed it. A lot. =.3
My mother picked me up after school and we went to a diner to get some food. I ordered "oriental vegetables on rice" and french fries. What I got was a pile of soppy rice covered in mushroom juice and a pile of canned vegetables mixed together completely unseasoned. It was disgusting. It reeked of mushrooms and it was covered in them and just... riddled. I was thoroughly sickened by the sight, smell, and taste. the french fries were god though, so I didn't leave empty stummied. However, my mother only left a $2.00 tip because she loves me today and decided to be mean to the waitress.
My mother also got a tattoo. Or, at least the linework. I'm not sure when she's getting it rendered. It's a snake that goes from her belly button and swivels down until is rests on her thigh. It's right next to her puss. I think she took her time and made it as slutty as she could... I'm like, Mother. You are not 17. Stop it. But, it's done now... like, she did it. No going back now. the tongue is like, licking her belly ring. I asked her who was even going to see it and she laughed at me like I was clueless. I gagged.
Friday night, I want to take my mom to see a movie for her birthday. Her birthday is on saturday, but Nicky and I will be out of town that day. If we get back early enough and if she's not out partying like a mofo, we might o out to dinner or have cake or something. I kind of want to go to the bookstore this weekend too, and see if they have anything that looks good.
I haven't talked to Alex in a few days, I should call him. I wonder what hes up to.
I mentioned that Nicky hid all my undies yesterday... he still hasn't returned them. I am still 'mando.
Le sigh.
I like the freedom but I loathe the feeling of zipper seams on dick. It's just like RT%BY^U$%Muy5vr.
Yeah.
Like that.
I think I'll call Alex now. So stay classy, blogger. ;3
-Peter
I had to stay after school to present. That was easy and short and omnomnom. I just... enjoyed it. A lot. =.3
My mother picked me up after school and we went to a diner to get some food. I ordered "oriental vegetables on rice" and french fries. What I got was a pile of soppy rice covered in mushroom juice and a pile of canned vegetables mixed together completely unseasoned. It was disgusting. It reeked of mushrooms and it was covered in them and just... riddled. I was thoroughly sickened by the sight, smell, and taste. the french fries were god though, so I didn't leave empty stummied. However, my mother only left a $2.00 tip because she loves me today and decided to be mean to the waitress.
My mother also got a tattoo. Or, at least the linework. I'm not sure when she's getting it rendered. It's a snake that goes from her belly button and swivels down until is rests on her thigh. It's right next to her puss. I think she took her time and made it as slutty as she could... I'm like, Mother. You are not 17. Stop it. But, it's done now... like, she did it. No going back now. the tongue is like, licking her belly ring. I asked her who was even going to see it and she laughed at me like I was clueless. I gagged.
Friday night, I want to take my mom to see a movie for her birthday. Her birthday is on saturday, but Nicky and I will be out of town that day. If we get back early enough and if she's not out partying like a mofo, we might o out to dinner or have cake or something. I kind of want to go to the bookstore this weekend too, and see if they have anything that looks good.
I haven't talked to Alex in a few days, I should call him. I wonder what hes up to.
I mentioned that Nicky hid all my undies yesterday... he still hasn't returned them. I am still 'mando.
Le sigh.
I like the freedom but I loathe the feeling of zipper seams on dick. It's just like RT%BY^U$%Muy5vr.
Yeah.
Like that.
I think I'll call Alex now. So stay classy, blogger. ;3
-Peter
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
FLASH! OH OH! SAVIOR OF THE UNIVERSE!
Today was icks. Mostly. It was good in the morning... Nicky woke me up, but I made a cocoon out of blankets and refused... but he stole my undies right off of me... and then all my others... so I'm 'mando today. I should take all of Nicky's before he gets home... hmph. Then... in the car... he made me not want to go to school even more. It wasn't fair. Absolutely no fairness at all. I never make him go to work. Well, like, twice last year I had to pry him off of me to go to work.. but yeah.
Then, Dildo wasn't in school. I was so bored and lonely. Gah. I was like... oh my godddd... time go faster... then, Kelly like... wouldn't talk. I don't know why she was upset. I kept like, trying to cheer her up and I bought her a juice box. She was still sad though. =.\ Then, Antoinette was like, a bitch to me because Dildo wasn't there. I was like, back the fuck back ho.
So, not much happened today so far. Nicky's home now, so that's good. ^.~ Stay, classy now.
-Peterr
Then, Dildo wasn't in school. I was so bored and lonely. Gah. I was like... oh my godddd... time go faster... then, Kelly like... wouldn't talk. I don't know why she was upset. I kept like, trying to cheer her up and I bought her a juice box. She was still sad though. =.\ Then, Antoinette was like, a bitch to me because Dildo wasn't there. I was like, back the fuck back ho.
So, not much happened today so far. Nicky's home now, so that's good. ^.~ Stay, classy now.
-Peterr
Monday, April 5, 2010
Ignorable.
Upset again. It's lovely.
Peter's always upset about something, huh?
Doesn't even matter anymore. He has no real feelings. Say whatever you want to him, about him. Accuse him of anything. Assume whatever you want about him. It doesn't fucking matter. He'll be fine. He's always fine. He's just overdramatic. He asks for it.
Let's start a problem with him and then play the victim when he speaks up. It's all in good fun.
It's a game.
He'll be fine.
He won't be upset.
Nothing upsets him.
He's nothing.
Doesn't even matter if he gets upset anyway. He'll get over it. He always does, doesn't he? He's always fine the next day. Ready to accept all apologies and act like nothing happened. Like a motherfucking puppy.
He's a real trick.
Peter's always upset about something, huh?
Doesn't even matter anymore. He has no real feelings. Say whatever you want to him, about him. Accuse him of anything. Assume whatever you want about him. It doesn't fucking matter. He'll be fine. He's always fine. He's just overdramatic. He asks for it.
Let's start a problem with him and then play the victim when he speaks up. It's all in good fun.
It's a game.
He'll be fine.
He won't be upset.
Nothing upsets him.
He's nothing.
Doesn't even matter if he gets upset anyway. He'll get over it. He always does, doesn't he? He's always fine the next day. Ready to accept all apologies and act like nothing happened. Like a motherfucking puppy.
He's a real trick.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So.
Great.
I'm crying.
This is fucking great.
I honestly have no idea what today is. In reality, it's really great. I have Nicky and Alex both here. We're talking, laughing. It's going well.
Yet... in my head, I have no idea. I'm just so... sad and upset today. I wasn't earlier. I was happy earlier. Now it just... sucks. I've been trying to hide from them so they don't bother asking... =.\ I just feel like... even though it's not necessarily true... I feel like I'm on the backburner with most people. I'm tired of being the one who "tries". I want other people to try for me too. I want to feel like people give a shit whether I'm around or not. Like, obviously, they do... but I don't know why I'm so difficult to please.
It's so... vexing.
My throat hurts though. It's kind of annoying. But, it's hurt for days now.
I suppose I shall describe my morning and how great it was. Really, it was great. No sarcasm.
Well, Nicky and I woke up around 7:30 and went downstairs to make breakfast and eat before Alex got here. We figured he'd get here around noon... Oh, we were wrong. He was here at 8 sharp ready for battles. My entire house served as the arena. I liked my larping outfit that I wore. It was my little black shorts, my mom's olive green tanktop, my hiking boots, a headband, messy hair, and a piece of cloth tied around my arm. I was going for fierce, but apparently I was only cute. We all had warpaint too. It was sweet and official. I took on a warrior lynx-like persona. Nicky has wolfish characteristics in his fighting styles, and Alex did his bear thing. Neither of their costumes were as cool as mine. Though, they both had warpaint, but like... Nicky wore cut off mudas and Alex had on khaki shorts. they both had on beaters... and... they had more intimidating muscles than me... especially Alex. He looks like he lifts things. ;-; Alex had on a headband. He looked like... idk. Rambo. It was scary. Nicky was not scary. He was cute.
The first battle was me against Alex. I owned him. I pinned him on the floor and had my sword to his throat and he was like, "Mercy." and then I had to battle Nicky... and Nicky beat me... by getting me on the stairs and then I had a disadvantage. Then, Nicky battled Alex and won. Then, I was fighting Alex again and then Nicky and then they fought and Nicky still won over all. Alex beat me the second time though. HOWEVER. Nicky def cheated when he battled me the second time. haha. He grabbed my ankle and I fell on the bed. I suppose it's my fault for getting up on the bed... oh well. It's his fault. =.D
then we jsut sat around for the rest of the day... Alex is making tzatziki and Nicky is making good alfredo. Like, the kind my gramps taught my mom to make and in turn she taught him. It's far superior to American alfredo in every way.
That's all for now. I feel way better now than I did when I first started typing this.
Perhaps this is a type of therapy. Who knows.
-Stay classy, San diego. ;3 Peter
I'm crying.
This is fucking great.
I honestly have no idea what today is. In reality, it's really great. I have Nicky and Alex both here. We're talking, laughing. It's going well.
Yet... in my head, I have no idea. I'm just so... sad and upset today. I wasn't earlier. I was happy earlier. Now it just... sucks. I've been trying to hide from them so they don't bother asking... =.\ I just feel like... even though it's not necessarily true... I feel like I'm on the backburner with most people. I'm tired of being the one who "tries". I want other people to try for me too. I want to feel like people give a shit whether I'm around or not. Like, obviously, they do... but I don't know why I'm so difficult to please.
It's so... vexing.
My throat hurts though. It's kind of annoying. But, it's hurt for days now.
I suppose I shall describe my morning and how great it was. Really, it was great. No sarcasm.
Well, Nicky and I woke up around 7:30 and went downstairs to make breakfast and eat before Alex got here. We figured he'd get here around noon... Oh, we were wrong. He was here at 8 sharp ready for battles. My entire house served as the arena. I liked my larping outfit that I wore. It was my little black shorts, my mom's olive green tanktop, my hiking boots, a headband, messy hair, and a piece of cloth tied around my arm. I was going for fierce, but apparently I was only cute. We all had warpaint too. It was sweet and official. I took on a warrior lynx-like persona. Nicky has wolfish characteristics in his fighting styles, and Alex did his bear thing. Neither of their costumes were as cool as mine. Though, they both had warpaint, but like... Nicky wore cut off mudas and Alex had on khaki shorts. they both had on beaters... and... they had more intimidating muscles than me... especially Alex. He looks like he lifts things. ;-; Alex had on a headband. He looked like... idk. Rambo. It was scary. Nicky was not scary. He was cute.
The first battle was me against Alex. I owned him. I pinned him on the floor and had my sword to his throat and he was like, "Mercy." and then I had to battle Nicky... and Nicky beat me... by getting me on the stairs and then I had a disadvantage. Then, Nicky battled Alex and won. Then, I was fighting Alex again and then Nicky and then they fought and Nicky still won over all. Alex beat me the second time though. HOWEVER. Nicky def cheated when he battled me the second time. haha. He grabbed my ankle and I fell on the bed. I suppose it's my fault for getting up on the bed... oh well. It's his fault. =.D
then we jsut sat around for the rest of the day... Alex is making tzatziki and Nicky is making good alfredo. Like, the kind my gramps taught my mom to make and in turn she taught him. It's far superior to American alfredo in every way.
That's all for now. I feel way better now than I did when I first started typing this.
Perhaps this is a type of therapy. Who knows.
-Stay classy, San diego. ;3 Peter
Monday, March 29, 2010
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She'll have fun fun fun til her daddy takes the t-bird away now...
Ah, yes. Beach Boys, how I love you. Nicky and I are having a mini... hmm... dance party? In my room. Yes, a dance party. For us. Featuring Supergrass, The Beach Boys, and whatever else comes on. =.D
I'm taking a break to download more though, and do this... but, yeah.
Yesterday, Nicky and I went to Barnes and Nobles and the music playing was covered and remixed Beach Boys. It was terrible. Nicky and I also went our separate ways at first, as we usually do. 20 minutes later, I passed by him and he says "Great. I get to walk past Potato Chips again." and I was confused so i turned back and asked him and he nodded ahead at this guy and said "He smells like potato chips... so I named him Potato Chips. It's disgusting and he's constantly in my way." and I started laughing so hard... and then it hit me. The smell. I was no longer laughing. I was just blank staring. And Nicky was right. I stayed with Nicky after that and the guy did show up at the ends of all the aisles he walked down. It was creepy. >.>
Also, over the past few days I've had to deal with some of the most pathetic people ever. It's kind of funny but also sad... like, people that have such sad lives that they have to expand into other people's lives just for a few kicks. It's like, really? haha.. Instead of bothering to hate on someone else, just ignore them. It's not hurting you. Only you're making it bother you... and frankly, it's bothering everyone around you. But still, it continues... haha. I try not to laugh because it's not funny.. it's sad. We should feel bad for them, but I find it hard to feel bad for anyone anymore. Everyone wants it too much. Pity and Fame. Those are the goals in life, haha.
I think Wednesday is the chosen day for Battles with Alex. It will be awesome. I called him about it today... he was so down. Like, he was like... idk. But, it was great.
I also answered the phone this morning... and it was my therapist. I was like, great what the hell do you fucking want? And like, he said that since I don't come to see him anymore, he was going to make random calls to my house... to check up on me... and talk to me... I'm like... UGH I HATE YOU DIE IN A CLOUD and he kept asking me if the Paxil was working for me and I was like sure and he kept asking me if I wanted to try a different route, like Zoloft or Celexa or Prozac. I'm like, uhm sure. Give me more drugs. I like them. He finally hung up after like, an hour. I should have our number changed.
But yeah, the music has downloaded and Imma go dance with Nicky because we're cool. =.DD
-Peter
Ah, yes. Beach Boys, how I love you. Nicky and I are having a mini... hmm... dance party? In my room. Yes, a dance party. For us. Featuring Supergrass, The Beach Boys, and whatever else comes on. =.D
I'm taking a break to download more though, and do this... but, yeah.
Yesterday, Nicky and I went to Barnes and Nobles and the music playing was covered and remixed Beach Boys. It was terrible. Nicky and I also went our separate ways at first, as we usually do. 20 minutes later, I passed by him and he says "Great. I get to walk past Potato Chips again." and I was confused so i turned back and asked him and he nodded ahead at this guy and said "He smells like potato chips... so I named him Potato Chips. It's disgusting and he's constantly in my way." and I started laughing so hard... and then it hit me. The smell. I was no longer laughing. I was just blank staring. And Nicky was right. I stayed with Nicky after that and the guy did show up at the ends of all the aisles he walked down. It was creepy. >.>
Also, over the past few days I've had to deal with some of the most pathetic people ever. It's kind of funny but also sad... like, people that have such sad lives that they have to expand into other people's lives just for a few kicks. It's like, really? haha.. Instead of bothering to hate on someone else, just ignore them. It's not hurting you. Only you're making it bother you... and frankly, it's bothering everyone around you. But still, it continues... haha. I try not to laugh because it's not funny.. it's sad. We should feel bad for them, but I find it hard to feel bad for anyone anymore. Everyone wants it too much. Pity and Fame. Those are the goals in life, haha.
I think Wednesday is the chosen day for Battles with Alex. It will be awesome. I called him about it today... he was so down. Like, he was like... idk. But, it was great.
I also answered the phone this morning... and it was my therapist. I was like, great what the hell do you fucking want? And like, he said that since I don't come to see him anymore, he was going to make random calls to my house... to check up on me... and talk to me... I'm like... UGH I HATE YOU DIE IN A CLOUD and he kept asking me if the Paxil was working for me and I was like sure and he kept asking me if I wanted to try a different route, like Zoloft or Celexa or Prozac. I'm like, uhm sure. Give me more drugs. I like them. He finally hung up after like, an hour. I should have our number changed.
But yeah, the music has downloaded and Imma go dance with Nicky because we're cool. =.DD
-Peter
Friday, March 26, 2010
Say it to mah face, bitch.
First off, ew. There is an unidentified man in my house caressing my mother. I think she knows him because she's letting him do it. Maybe a new boyfriend. wouldn't be a shock to me. She kind of hinted about it. Well, not about a "boyfriend", but about a "guy" she is "seeing" and I think he "works with her" at her "job". Ok, done quoting.
Anywhosits. Let me continue. The title of this entry is dedicated to my lovely "friends" and how they make statuses on aim that are clearly talking to one person and well... it's annoying. Like, honestly. Say it to mah face, not to everyone else. They don't care. I know I don't.
On Tuesday night, Nicky and I quasi-decided that we're going to Vermont this summer for marital purposes. It wouldn't be recognized in Pennsylvania though. That sucks, but it's better to have an unrecognized marriage than none at all. I almost started planning it, but I was too excited and I could barely even type.
On Wednesday... well, that's really a blank. Honestly. I do not remember anything. This is sad.
Thursday... I was with my mom all day. We went to Panera's and then to Micheal's. We also went to Staples and Wegman's, but that was only for like 5 minutes. My mom bought semi-exotic fruits, such as golden raspberries. Then, we got home but Nicky had gone to play basketball with his brothers after work so I just sat around with my mom and we chilled. I guess I must have fallen asleep because Nicky woke me up at 6:30 and he chilled with us. My mom and Nicky made some food. We went upstairs for a while. Til 10 or so, and after that, I got online until like, 2 ish maybe.
Today, I woke up at 9. Then I got some food and tried to be creative. That failed. Since then, I've gone to pee about 24 times. I have peed a lot today and I have no idea why. I only drank one little juice box anyway. It's really weird. But anyway. So, I have just been sitting around trying to either draw or write something. The writing was almost successful. Almost. Drawing, no. Not at all. I failed.
Nicky gets home in about a half hour. I think I'll let him relax for a bit and then hound him to go out. I want to go to the book store and I'm really craving french fries... so, maybe Burger King. I like their fries.
Anyway, that's all.
-Peter
Anywhosits. Let me continue. The title of this entry is dedicated to my lovely "friends" and how they make statuses on aim that are clearly talking to one person and well... it's annoying. Like, honestly. Say it to mah face, not to everyone else. They don't care. I know I don't.
On Tuesday night, Nicky and I quasi-decided that we're going to Vermont this summer for marital purposes. It wouldn't be recognized in Pennsylvania though. That sucks, but it's better to have an unrecognized marriage than none at all. I almost started planning it, but I was too excited and I could barely even type.
On Wednesday... well, that's really a blank. Honestly. I do not remember anything. This is sad.
Thursday... I was with my mom all day. We went to Panera's and then to Micheal's. We also went to Staples and Wegman's, but that was only for like 5 minutes. My mom bought semi-exotic fruits, such as golden raspberries. Then, we got home but Nicky had gone to play basketball with his brothers after work so I just sat around with my mom and we chilled. I guess I must have fallen asleep because Nicky woke me up at 6:30 and he chilled with us. My mom and Nicky made some food. We went upstairs for a while. Til 10 or so, and after that, I got online until like, 2 ish maybe.
Today, I woke up at 9. Then I got some food and tried to be creative. That failed. Since then, I've gone to pee about 24 times. I have peed a lot today and I have no idea why. I only drank one little juice box anyway. It's really weird. But anyway. So, I have just been sitting around trying to either draw or write something. The writing was almost successful. Almost. Drawing, no. Not at all. I failed.
Nicky gets home in about a half hour. I think I'll let him relax for a bit and then hound him to go out. I want to go to the book store and I'm really craving french fries... so, maybe Burger King. I like their fries.
Anyway, that's all.
-Peter
Monday, March 22, 2010
I really have no title. I hate coming up with them.
Well, Monday. Yeah. I didn't go to school today. It just... wasn't in the cards, I guess. Instead, I stayed home and puttered around me room... made some soup... ate an orange... drank some tea... started this... thing... that... I'll finish later. Perhaps.
Last night, Nicky and I saw Repo Men. It was actually pretty good. I liked the directing and the action was rad. There was a scene where Jude Law's character took a hacksaw and whipped it around in slow motion and missed everyone' neck except the last guy and the blood spatter was awesome. Also, the ending was a complete shock. Neither Nicky nor I expected it... but, I don't want to ruin it. Even though no one reads this.
Also, last night we went to Taco Bell and Nicky got me a giant sody all for me... and I drank it and I got so hyper. I scheduled a date for larp-battles with Alex next week. It's going to be awesome. We're getting swords and shit. I also made a list of things I need, which I'll post here now:
I promised Nicky I'd go to school everyday for the rest of the week. Ugh. But, this is the last week before Spring Break... and that's 10 entire days including weekends. So, that's cool. I might make it a nice even 11 though... depends.
Also, I have to get Nicky good on April fool's day. I got him ok last year... I told him I was breaking up with him... he was so upset, it was so cute. Then he got me with something after that. Ah well. I'm expecting him to try something anyway. And Alex. He got me good a few times.
Ah, oh well. Stay classy,
-Peter
Last night, Nicky and I saw Repo Men. It was actually pretty good. I liked the directing and the action was rad. There was a scene where Jude Law's character took a hacksaw and whipped it around in slow motion and missed everyone' neck except the last guy and the blood spatter was awesome. Also, the ending was a complete shock. Neither Nicky nor I expected it... but, I don't want to ruin it. Even though no one reads this.
Also, last night we went to Taco Bell and Nicky got me a giant sody all for me... and I drank it and I got so hyper. I scheduled a date for larp-battles with Alex next week. It's going to be awesome. We're getting swords and shit. I also made a list of things I need, which I'll post here now:
- Alex
- Two plastic swords, Alex is providing his own.
- a makeshift battle arena
- Spring Break.
- Cherry Pepsi/Sprite
- Sammiches
- Heman marathon
- Couch cushion fort
- Sweet battle names
I promised Nicky I'd go to school everyday for the rest of the week. Ugh. But, this is the last week before Spring Break... and that's 10 entire days including weekends. So, that's cool. I might make it a nice even 11 though... depends.
Also, I have to get Nicky good on April fool's day. I got him ok last year... I told him I was breaking up with him... he was so upset, it was so cute. Then he got me with something after that. Ah well. I'm expecting him to try something anyway. And Alex. He got me good a few times.
Ah, oh well. Stay classy,
-Peter
Saturday, March 20, 2010
"This is the first birthday I spent sober since I was 14."
Well, today is Alex's birthday. We spent the morning hanging out and Nicky and I took him out for breakfast. He seemed so happy. We went to his apartment after eating and we watched Fight Club and Pulp Fiction. I braided his hair even though he said no. I baked him cupcakes there and Nicky distracted him for me for like, two hours so he would be surprised, but they have a lovely scent and he noticed before they were done. Red velvet with vanilla icing ftw.
At 5, he said he had to go drive two hours to his family's house for dinner. So, Nicky went down to the car and Alex held me back and hugged me and told me how much today meant to him. He looked like he was about to cry. And now, I'm like tearing up. It really makes me happy to know he genuinely enjoyed his birthday. He deserves it more than anyone. I wish we could have stayed longer though, but I guess he kind of had to see his family.
I'm going to try to see him sometime again during the week, and I told him to keep his phone on hand and be ready for Nicky and me at any given moment. I could go harass him at work. Knock something down so he has to pick it up... I'm a nice friend, right? Ah well.
The week after this is Spring Break. I have 10 days off from school including weekends, so that's hot. Nicky has off from work too, because the owner of his job's kids are taking over for all the shifts during the break since there are like 10 of them and they're all able to.
Lastly, my mother "twisted her ankle" but, some "nice guy splinted it for her".
Now, my mother's lies always involve three things.
But, whatever. Stay classy,
-Peter
At 5, he said he had to go drive two hours to his family's house for dinner. So, Nicky went down to the car and Alex held me back and hugged me and told me how much today meant to him. He looked like he was about to cry. And now, I'm like tearing up. It really makes me happy to know he genuinely enjoyed his birthday. He deserves it more than anyone. I wish we could have stayed longer though, but I guess he kind of had to see his family.
I'm going to try to see him sometime again during the week, and I told him to keep his phone on hand and be ready for Nicky and me at any given moment. I could go harass him at work. Knock something down so he has to pick it up... I'm a nice friend, right? Ah well.
The week after this is Spring Break. I have 10 days off from school including weekends, so that's hot. Nicky has off from work too, because the owner of his job's kids are taking over for all the shifts during the break since there are like 10 of them and they're all able to.
Lastly, my mother "twisted her ankle" but, some "nice guy splinted it for her".
Now, my mother's lies always involve three things.
- Her getting hurt.
- Some "guy" helping her.
- And no one seeing it happen.
But, whatever. Stay classy,
-Peter
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
ohai.
Bjr. This week has been semi-uneventful, I suppose.
I made five days to school in a row, so today, I'm celebrating that with a gratuitous skip day. It's also St. Patrick's Day, but no one gives a shit about that because it's utterly useless to society and beer is disgusting. Even moreso when dyed green.
Anyway. I'm home today just resting and being a drain on the household. I made pancakes... with Nicky instructing me on how to do so over the phone. He's in his element when he's in the kitchen, I'll tell you that much. He almost makes me feel incompetent. But, he's very good at giving directions. Which is, pretty surprising for how poorly he follows them. I only burned on pancake and tht was the first one because I wasn't ready and it tricked me. It was ridiculous.
Now, I'm eating my pancakes with strawberries. I'd love to show everyone, but my camera is behaving... badly. I found the cord that I had lost, but it refuses to hook up to the puter and pull up the display screen. It is really quite silly. I might have to find the program disk and put it in, and I think I know where that is...
Tomorrow, I have to go to school, which is why I chose today to skip and not tomorrow. I have to stay after school and then, I have to go back to school at like, 6. It's so pointless, like it's not even important and it's a waste of precious time I could be using sitting on my ass.
I don't recall if I mentioned it or not, but on the 11th, I became a sexy, older half-brother. Yeah. My stepmom had her baby, Adrian Roman Moretti. It's weird because I suggested the name Adrian. My father loathes anything that has to do with me, but he asked me and I guess they both liked it a lot. I suppose that made me a little happy. I don't know when I'll see him, if ever. I don't really want to, but they'll probably bring him over for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I can't imagine they would bring him for Easter since it's so soon and he's so young.
I'd like to go see Repo Men this weekend. It looks good. Nicky doesn't really like seeing movies in theaters though, so maybe I'll just have to wait.
Saturday is Alex's Birthday. I should do something for him... in the least sexual way that that sentence can be taken. Other years, besides last, it was sexual, but not anymore. That's Nicky's fault. But, yeah. Maybe Repo Men for Alex. That would kill two birds with one stone... or I'll just invite Alex over and we can watch Pixar and Dreamworks for 18 hours.
Either way is fine with me.
And, that's all I have to say for now, so, stay classy.
-Peter
I made five days to school in a row, so today, I'm celebrating that with a gratuitous skip day. It's also St. Patrick's Day, but no one gives a shit about that because it's utterly useless to society and beer is disgusting. Even moreso when dyed green.
Anyway. I'm home today just resting and being a drain on the household. I made pancakes... with Nicky instructing me on how to do so over the phone. He's in his element when he's in the kitchen, I'll tell you that much. He almost makes me feel incompetent. But, he's very good at giving directions. Which is, pretty surprising for how poorly he follows them. I only burned on pancake and tht was the first one because I wasn't ready and it tricked me. It was ridiculous.
Now, I'm eating my pancakes with strawberries. I'd love to show everyone, but my camera is behaving... badly. I found the cord that I had lost, but it refuses to hook up to the puter and pull up the display screen. It is really quite silly. I might have to find the program disk and put it in, and I think I know where that is...
Tomorrow, I have to go to school, which is why I chose today to skip and not tomorrow. I have to stay after school and then, I have to go back to school at like, 6. It's so pointless, like it's not even important and it's a waste of precious time I could be using sitting on my ass.
I don't recall if I mentioned it or not, but on the 11th, I became a sexy, older half-brother. Yeah. My stepmom had her baby, Adrian Roman Moretti. It's weird because I suggested the name Adrian. My father loathes anything that has to do with me, but he asked me and I guess they both liked it a lot. I suppose that made me a little happy. I don't know when I'll see him, if ever. I don't really want to, but they'll probably bring him over for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I can't imagine they would bring him for Easter since it's so soon and he's so young.
I'd like to go see Repo Men this weekend. It looks good. Nicky doesn't really like seeing movies in theaters though, so maybe I'll just have to wait.
Saturday is Alex's Birthday. I should do something for him... in the least sexual way that that sentence can be taken. Other years, besides last, it was sexual, but not anymore. That's Nicky's fault. But, yeah. Maybe Repo Men for Alex. That would kill two birds with one stone... or I'll just invite Alex over and we can watch Pixar and Dreamworks for 18 hours.
Either way is fine with me.
And, that's all I have to say for now, so, stay classy.
-Peter
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Maybe I'm Just The Mirror...
The last few days were eventful, yet not really to be recorded.
They were ours, I suppose.
Not unlike a diary.
-Peter and Nicky
They were ours, I suppose.
Not unlike a diary.
-Peter and Nicky
Sunday, March 7, 2010
My, oh mimsy, my...
I feel like telling a story... I really do.
So, here it goes...
A few years ago, I was lounging with Alex off the side of the back porch at his place... just relaxing on a nice, warm summer afternoon. We were eating blackberries with sugar and drinking wine. It was nice and quiet and everything about it made me feel happy and warm and safe. Even thinking back to it now, I feel warm and happy and safe. It's one of my most vivid memories of time spent with Alex where we weren't drunk off our asses making messes of ourselves. I mentioned that I love blackberries and that they're among my favorites of all the members of the berry clan. He agreed that he liked them quite a bit too. So, for some reason, my confidence grew. It was probably the three glasses of wine I had prior that made me tipsy-confident. Not drunk, mind you. If I was drunk, we'd have have been naked by now. Not having sex of course. No, never. Alex would have never corrupted a child. Though, his definition of corruption was skewed because he took all my virginities except the big one. Anyway, enough bitterness. Where was I... oh yes. Confidence boost. I said, "Do you love blackberries in my mouth?" and put one between my lips. I remember his face. It was slightly surprised and then he smiled and leaned over and took it from my mouth and kissed me at the same time. Then, he said "Hm, I'm not sure. I might have to try another one." And so, he did. Then, after we did the same thing for him, I got even more confidence. I suppose it's worth mentioning that, when I was 16, I didn't have a great deal of confidence. I was pretty much broken from things that had happened before. Things that I don't want to reminisce about right now. When I was with Alex though, that all went away and I could be me and I could be happy. I still can. Back then it was a more sort of way, but now it's just a best friend sort of way. And yes, confidence gains always distract me. Back to the story. I gained an inch more confidence and I laid back and asked him, "Do you love blackberries on my stummy?" (I know. I was lame and young and immature. Let me have my fun. He liked it.) and then, he shifted over and ate one off my stummy and left a little kiss there and he said he loved it a lot. then, he sat me back up and leaned back so we fell into the grass. It wasn't a far drop though. So, that's good. We laid in the grass for awhile and it was getting dusky out and there were fireflies. It was very... picturesque. In a way. And we just sat there in the grass then together and I fed him more blackberries and he fed me some and when it got dark, we pulled blankets and pillows outside and slept out there. And that's it. It wasn't special then... just, Alex and his Piper. But now it's special, because we're not the same and we don't do things like that anymore. I miss it a little, but I'm happy with what I have. Really happy, actually. Happier than I have been for a long, long time. Nicky is reading over my shoulder as I type this, and he told me he's jealous that he never had anything like this before. He never had someone to make really nice, genuine memories with before I came along. So, I'll have to make a lot more of those with him. And that's fine with me.
Stay classy,
-Peter
So, here it goes...
A few years ago, I was lounging with Alex off the side of the back porch at his place... just relaxing on a nice, warm summer afternoon. We were eating blackberries with sugar and drinking wine. It was nice and quiet and everything about it made me feel happy and warm and safe. Even thinking back to it now, I feel warm and happy and safe. It's one of my most vivid memories of time spent with Alex where we weren't drunk off our asses making messes of ourselves. I mentioned that I love blackberries and that they're among my favorites of all the members of the berry clan. He agreed that he liked them quite a bit too. So, for some reason, my confidence grew. It was probably the three glasses of wine I had prior that made me tipsy-confident. Not drunk, mind you. If I was drunk, we'd have have been naked by now. Not having sex of course. No, never. Alex would have never corrupted a child. Though, his definition of corruption was skewed because he took all my virginities except the big one. Anyway, enough bitterness. Where was I... oh yes. Confidence boost. I said, "Do you love blackberries in my mouth?" and put one between my lips. I remember his face. It was slightly surprised and then he smiled and leaned over and took it from my mouth and kissed me at the same time. Then, he said "Hm, I'm not sure. I might have to try another one." And so, he did. Then, after we did the same thing for him, I got even more confidence. I suppose it's worth mentioning that, when I was 16, I didn't have a great deal of confidence. I was pretty much broken from things that had happened before. Things that I don't want to reminisce about right now. When I was with Alex though, that all went away and I could be me and I could be happy. I still can. Back then it was a more sort of way, but now it's just a best friend sort of way. And yes, confidence gains always distract me. Back to the story. I gained an inch more confidence and I laid back and asked him, "Do you love blackberries on my stummy?" (I know. I was lame and young and immature. Let me have my fun. He liked it.) and then, he shifted over and ate one off my stummy and left a little kiss there and he said he loved it a lot. then, he sat me back up and leaned back so we fell into the grass. It wasn't a far drop though. So, that's good. We laid in the grass for awhile and it was getting dusky out and there were fireflies. It was very... picturesque. In a way. And we just sat there in the grass then together and I fed him more blackberries and he fed me some and when it got dark, we pulled blankets and pillows outside and slept out there. And that's it. It wasn't special then... just, Alex and his Piper. But now it's special, because we're not the same and we don't do things like that anymore. I miss it a little, but I'm happy with what I have. Really happy, actually. Happier than I have been for a long, long time. Nicky is reading over my shoulder as I type this, and he told me he's jealous that he never had anything like this before. He never had someone to make really nice, genuine memories with before I came along. So, I'll have to make a lot more of those with him. And that's fine with me.
Stay classy,
-Peter
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Oh lawwwdy
Hello all.
Alex slept over last night. =.3 We drank tea at 2 am. Then, I left for school and Nicky for work while he was asleep and his alarm was set for 8 am. I checked. I assume he left for work then, because I didn't talk to him again. I'll call him again tomorrow or Sunday. It depends.
I really thought today was horrible in the beginning. Like, I felt like shit at school all day and then some kid called me bulimic and was being an ass. ;-; However, ceramics was fun because my entire table just sat there and made fun of the shitty mainstream radio playing nothing but Ke$ha and Lady Gaga so it was pretty loltastic. Far too easy though. Then I went home and had some toast and took a nap until Nicky got home. He woke me up at like, 4:30 ish. I also noticed that my mother was all dressed up. Well, not “dressed up” but she was obviously going out. so, I asked her. She said I BOUGHT A TICKET TO BLUE WITH YOU AND NICK!!!!! I was not at all surprised and I was actually not upset at all. Somewhat happy, however strange that sounds. She’s pretty cool with shit like this. Music and whatnot, that is. She introduced me to half the kickass bands I listen too. Anyway, we all drove to Croc Rock together and got there around 7 which was right when the doors opened. We got the best place to stand ever. Center stage, second row. It was awesome. I learned from experience that first row at Croc Rock sucks because everyone shoves up against you and you get a metal rod in your stummy. Not fun. you also get full blast of the bass and then you can’t hear the rest. Also sucky. But, anyway. We were waiting for the first opening band to play… and when they came up, it was like a joke. They all had hair down to their ass, all of the guys were 40 +, one had a kilt and a plastic ax strapped to his leg, one had on a plaid, tartan bed sheet tied around his neck as a cape, a chain maille shirt, plastic sword, and forearm grips that went up to his elbows that were covered in inch-long spikes, and the last guy looked like a pirate. No other words. Straight up pirate. They were like, a heavy metal band and they kind of sucked too. But, whatever, music is music. (Not really, but whatever.) By that time, I was like, swaying with Nicky and my mother was… chatting up every guy in a 10 foot radius who was under 30. Yeah. She’s 34 in April. ;-; She was flirting with a kid my age. I had to tell her to stop. Then the second opening band came on and they were all under 18. They weren’t very experienced and they weren’t very good either. The singer seemed like he had a back spasm or something. Like, it was just odd. Kind of cool, but like I said, they sucked. The next few bands were all 40 + and hard rock. I liked them. They were pretty solid.There were 6 opening bands in all, each had a half hour set. Then, this drunk guy kept feeling up my mom… and she was getting pissed. Really pissed off. I get my temper from her and if you know my temper, you can only imagine hers. But, I saw it and I pulled her arm so she would get between me and Nicky so she could calm down because she looked like she was about to run train on him. Then, he followed her over to us, and this guy who was the father of the kid my age who she was flirting with pulled the guy back by the arm and they almost fought. He was so drunk. Like, I was 4 feet from him and could smell beer and liquor on him. It was gross. So, he was semi-kicked out. Then, my mom kept talking to the kid my age. ;-; She got his phone number. ;-; Then she told me she was only messing around and that she wasn’t really going to call him. I was like, damn straight you’re not going to call him and out my “This conversation is over” face. It worked, shockingly. Then, Blue Oyster Cult came on. So, we pushed up a little bit and listened to them. The two frontmen are the only original members, but the bassist they had was ridiculous. Like, he played with Whitesnake and Quiet Riot. He was rad. My mom remembered seeing him with Whitesnake when she saw them live. The other guy who played some keyboard, guitar, and synth (I think.) was the bassist for Queen. So, that’s pretty sick. Like, they might not have all the original guys, but they have some sick people playing. Blue Oyster Cult was awesome too. My mom aid if she closed her eyes it was like seeing them back in ‘88. then they took a 10 minute break in the middle of Godzilla and they had a bass solo and then a drum solo. both were fucking amazing. Bassist = ridiculous. My mom was telling me about him. His name is Rudy Sarzo and he’s played with so many amazing bands… Dio, Whitesnake, Quiet Riot, Ozzy Osbourne, and now Blue Oyster Cult. She said she saw him a long time ago at this music fair in Philly. So then, the left the stage, but they came back for one last song. You could tell they tried to end with Don’t Fear The Reaper, but that failed when they ended up coming back. They ended really great. I got like, a 23 second recording of the bassist and how ridiculous he was, but it didn’t show his full ridiculousness. Like, his solo was fucking rad. Afterward, we all bought t-shirts. So, now we can all match. Joy. Mother-Son-Fiance bonding. It was actually a bonding experience because like, Nicky and I taught my mom how to hardcore dance and stuff. She was so funny, fist pumping to the floor. It was great. We got Taco Bell afterward. I still have my sodyyyy. Wewt. I got a lot of pictures on my good camera, I just have to find the cord so I can put them on the puter along with the SYG pics that I STILL haven’t uploaded. >.> ./failure
So, that was my day. Now I’m sitting in bed with Nicky. There was definitely more stuff that happened today, I just forget the details, so whatever. I think my mom’s old ass fell asleep by now though. She’s really quiet. ./shrug I’m not even tired though. Oh well. I think I’m going to the music tomorrow… today? Whatever. SATURDAY. (ITS SATURDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SATURDAYYYYY, if you get the ref, you win.) so, yeah. Musical tomorrow. It’s supposed to be really good. We won’t get home until late again though. Whatever. It’s the weekend. I don’t think I’m going to school on Monday either. It just seems pointless. I wont be there on Tuesday. Nicky and I will be in Lancaster determining my future. ;-; Blahh. I made this cool paper sculpture today, so I put that in my portfolio. It’s like, birds on planets connected by a heart rhythm thing. Yeah. Pretty badass.
I remember that Alex told me he saw Whitesnake in concert and it was one of the best concerts he's ever been to. I kind of would like to see them, but they're only playing in Bulgaria and Banja Luka this year. Yeah. Really. >.> Oh well. Another time then.
Now, I'm watching Marley and Me again. ;-; It makes me cry so much. I'm dumb for watching it.
Well, that’s it, I guess.
Stay classy.
-Peter
Alex slept over last night. =.3 We drank tea at 2 am. Then, I left for school and Nicky for work while he was asleep and his alarm was set for 8 am. I checked. I assume he left for work then, because I didn't talk to him again. I'll call him again tomorrow or Sunday. It depends.
I really thought today was horrible in the beginning. Like, I felt like shit at school all day and then some kid called me bulimic and was being an ass. ;-; However, ceramics was fun because my entire table just sat there and made fun of the shitty mainstream radio playing nothing but Ke$ha and Lady Gaga so it was pretty loltastic. Far too easy though. Then I went home and had some toast and took a nap until Nicky got home. He woke me up at like, 4:30 ish. I also noticed that my mother was all dressed up. Well, not “dressed up” but she was obviously going out. so, I asked her. She said I BOUGHT A TICKET TO BLUE WITH YOU AND NICK!!!!! I was not at all surprised and I was actually not upset at all. Somewhat happy, however strange that sounds. She’s pretty cool with shit like this. Music and whatnot, that is. She introduced me to half the kickass bands I listen too. Anyway, we all drove to Croc Rock together and got there around 7 which was right when the doors opened. We got the best place to stand ever. Center stage, second row. It was awesome. I learned from experience that first row at Croc Rock sucks because everyone shoves up against you and you get a metal rod in your stummy. Not fun. you also get full blast of the bass and then you can’t hear the rest. Also sucky. But, anyway. We were waiting for the first opening band to play… and when they came up, it was like a joke. They all had hair down to their ass, all of the guys were 40 +, one had a kilt and a plastic ax strapped to his leg, one had on a plaid, tartan bed sheet tied around his neck as a cape, a chain maille shirt, plastic sword, and forearm grips that went up to his elbows that were covered in inch-long spikes, and the last guy looked like a pirate. No other words. Straight up pirate. They were like, a heavy metal band and they kind of sucked too. But, whatever, music is music. (Not really, but whatever.) By that time, I was like, swaying with Nicky and my mother was… chatting up every guy in a 10 foot radius who was under 30. Yeah. She’s 34 in April. ;-; She was flirting with a kid my age. I had to tell her to stop. Then the second opening band came on and they were all under 18. They weren’t very experienced and they weren’t very good either. The singer seemed like he had a back spasm or something. Like, it was just odd. Kind of cool, but like I said, they sucked. The next few bands were all 40 + and hard rock. I liked them. They were pretty solid.There were 6 opening bands in all, each had a half hour set. Then, this drunk guy kept feeling up my mom… and she was getting pissed. Really pissed off. I get my temper from her and if you know my temper, you can only imagine hers. But, I saw it and I pulled her arm so she would get between me and Nicky so she could calm down because she looked like she was about to run train on him. Then, he followed her over to us, and this guy who was the father of the kid my age who she was flirting with pulled the guy back by the arm and they almost fought. He was so drunk. Like, I was 4 feet from him and could smell beer and liquor on him. It was gross. So, he was semi-kicked out. Then, my mom kept talking to the kid my age. ;-; She got his phone number. ;-; Then she told me she was only messing around and that she wasn’t really going to call him. I was like, damn straight you’re not going to call him and out my “This conversation is over” face. It worked, shockingly. Then, Blue Oyster Cult came on. So, we pushed up a little bit and listened to them. The two frontmen are the only original members, but the bassist they had was ridiculous. Like, he played with Whitesnake and Quiet Riot. He was rad. My mom remembered seeing him with Whitesnake when she saw them live. The other guy who played some keyboard, guitar, and synth (I think.) was the bassist for Queen. So, that’s pretty sick. Like, they might not have all the original guys, but they have some sick people playing. Blue Oyster Cult was awesome too. My mom aid if she closed her eyes it was like seeing them back in ‘88. then they took a 10 minute break in the middle of Godzilla and they had a bass solo and then a drum solo. both were fucking amazing. Bassist = ridiculous. My mom was telling me about him. His name is Rudy Sarzo and he’s played with so many amazing bands… Dio, Whitesnake, Quiet Riot, Ozzy Osbourne, and now Blue Oyster Cult. She said she saw him a long time ago at this music fair in Philly. So then, the left the stage, but they came back for one last song. You could tell they tried to end with Don’t Fear The Reaper, but that failed when they ended up coming back. They ended really great. I got like, a 23 second recording of the bassist and how ridiculous he was, but it didn’t show his full ridiculousness. Like, his solo was fucking rad. Afterward, we all bought t-shirts. So, now we can all match. Joy. Mother-Son-Fiance bonding. It was actually a bonding experience because like, Nicky and I taught my mom how to hardcore dance and stuff. She was so funny, fist pumping to the floor. It was great. We got Taco Bell afterward. I still have my sodyyyy. Wewt. I got a lot of pictures on my good camera, I just have to find the cord so I can put them on the puter along with the SYG pics that I STILL haven’t uploaded. >.> ./failure
So, that was my day. Now I’m sitting in bed with Nicky. There was definitely more stuff that happened today, I just forget the details, so whatever. I think my mom’s old ass fell asleep by now though. She’s really quiet. ./shrug I’m not even tired though. Oh well. I think I’m going to the music tomorrow… today? Whatever. SATURDAY. (ITS SATURDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SATURDAYYYYY, if you get the ref, you win.) so, yeah. Musical tomorrow. It’s supposed to be really good. We won’t get home until late again though. Whatever. It’s the weekend. I don’t think I’m going to school on Monday either. It just seems pointless. I wont be there on Tuesday. Nicky and I will be in Lancaster determining my future. ;-; Blahh. I made this cool paper sculpture today, so I put that in my portfolio. It’s like, birds on planets connected by a heart rhythm thing. Yeah. Pretty badass.
I remember that Alex told me he saw Whitesnake in concert and it was one of the best concerts he's ever been to. I kind of would like to see them, but they're only playing in Bulgaria and Banja Luka this year. Yeah. Really. >.> Oh well. Another time then.
Now, I'm watching Marley and Me again. ;-; It makes me cry so much. I'm dumb for watching it.
Well, that’s it, I guess.
Stay classy.
-Peter
Sunday, February 28, 2010
My nailpolish looked like confetti, but I chewed it all off now.
That... thing. I have no idea where Alex even found it.
Bryson is like... just like me. It's gross. I think it's weird that Alex did that and it creeps me out. Even Nicky noticed that. He was like o.O O.o
He is like, exactly like me. You don't even understand. His behavior is just... mine. And I kept mentally noting that what he said was something that I would say. I can't figure out how Ale did it. He's just still not good enough though. Like, almost a bad imitation of me. The one major good thing is that Bryson isn't an arrogant prat, like myself, so he already knows that he ranks below me on Alex's favorite scale.
I painted my nails before we went:
They looked like confetti, but as the title of this post suggests, I chewed it all off. I'll redo it tomorrow.
So, anyway... we met up with them at Lanes and Games and Alex was a dumbass. He suggested that we play in teams. I'm like, ok. Nicky and I against you two. Oh no. I was wrong. Alex says "I call Nick." and Bryson and I both do this: =.o We could not believe what was happening. So, I started talking to him and learning about him and stuff and he was really polite, decent, and classy. He is also reasonably good at bowling and we beat the brakes off of Nicky and Alex. (Nicky noted that he'd spank my squishy ass in bowling and he failed. Alex got a 67. Yeah.) So, we played 3 games and then this... git... who came up in the lane next to us was like YOU HAVE TOO MANY BALLS GO PUT THEM BACK CUZ WE ARE HERE NOW AND WE NEED THE SPACE FOR OUR BALLS, yelling at us as if we're stupid assholes. I was furious. I stomped up to him, and told him what a Bowling-Nazi cock he was and then to shut the fuck up with his $10 beer from bowler bar. It was ridiculous. HOWEVER, I did get those delicious french fries that I've been craving for days now. Apparently, Bryson the creepy twin was too because he polished off several orders of french fries himself.
After that incident, we went to the parking lot to decide what to do next. We chose Barnes and Nobles and that was weird too because Bryson likes all my favorite sections. I thought he was following, but he was just browsing. Of course, Nicky and Alex ditched us to force interaction AGAIN. I bought Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy.
Then, we went to Panera Bread where I found out that Bryson is also a vegetarian. Big shock. There were these two big leather chairs at Panera in front of a fireplace and we sat two to a chair so Nicky and I could share a sandwich and lemonades.
Then, our groups went our separate ways, but not before Aex pulled me aside and made me tell him exactly what I think of Bryson. I can honestly say that he is not as bad as I expected, but I just don't think they have the proper chemistry. This is not due to the fact that I dislike Bryson, it's after careful and conscientious watching. I just don't think he's right for Alex. He's not very clingy and Alex always liked "clingy" but not like ZOMG ALEX I NEED YOU TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. Like, aww, baby, give me a hug I love you clingy. Maybe it's just because their a new couple, but I don't know. It's like they're not on the same page.
Bryson is like... just like me. It's gross. I think it's weird that Alex did that and it creeps me out. Even Nicky noticed that. He was like o.O O.o
He is like, exactly like me. You don't even understand. His behavior is just... mine. And I kept mentally noting that what he said was something that I would say. I can't figure out how Ale did it. He's just still not good enough though. Like, almost a bad imitation of me. The one major good thing is that Bryson isn't an arrogant prat, like myself, so he already knows that he ranks below me on Alex's favorite scale.
I painted my nails before we went:
So, anyway... we met up with them at Lanes and Games and Alex was a dumbass. He suggested that we play in teams. I'm like, ok. Nicky and I against you two. Oh no. I was wrong. Alex says "I call Nick." and Bryson and I both do this: =.o We could not believe what was happening. So, I started talking to him and learning about him and stuff and he was really polite, decent, and classy. He is also reasonably good at bowling and we beat the brakes off of Nicky and Alex. (Nicky noted that he'd spank my squishy ass in bowling and he failed. Alex got a 67. Yeah.) So, we played 3 games and then this... git... who came up in the lane next to us was like YOU HAVE TOO MANY BALLS GO PUT THEM BACK CUZ WE ARE HERE NOW AND WE NEED THE SPACE FOR OUR BALLS, yelling at us as if we're stupid assholes. I was furious. I stomped up to him, and told him what a Bowling-Nazi cock he was and then to shut the fuck up with his $10 beer from bowler bar. It was ridiculous. HOWEVER, I did get those delicious french fries that I've been craving for days now. Apparently, Bryson the creepy twin was too because he polished off several orders of french fries himself.
After that incident, we went to the parking lot to decide what to do next. We chose Barnes and Nobles and that was weird too because Bryson likes all my favorite sections. I thought he was following, but he was just browsing. Of course, Nicky and Alex ditched us to force interaction AGAIN. I bought Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy.
I also took some pictures of me room, see above. It's pretty messy, I guess. I like it though. With the mess and all it's nice. Now, I'm sitting on my bed with Nicky and we're watching Juno while I type this.
And I also want to tell you some things about Bryson so you can get a feel for what I'm working with. He's pretty rad, I'll give him that. Just, not right for Alex. I could be friends with him, he's just... I don't know. It's hard to explain. Well, to begin, he's 22 and his hair is a lightish brown color. His eyes are a pretty grey. He lives two floors down from Alex in his apartment building and they met in the laundry room a few months ago. He's kind of short, 5'5ish, I guess. Not really skinny, but still not fat. Average, yeah. He doesn't drink, so that's a plus in his qualifications to date Alex. He smokes, so that too, I guess since Alex smokes. He likes the same odd music Alex likes. (Finnish and Swedish deth metal, go figure.) He has a septum piercing and an industrial in his left ear as well as 5 little stars tattooed on his neck. Alex told me they haven't had sex yet, so I was wrong when I thought they were. HOWEVER, Bryson has a disgustingly big hickey on his neck that almost looked painful. So, that's him kind of I guess. Based on looks, not personality. He's kind of cool, personality wise.
So, that's it.
Stay classy.
-Peter
Friday, February 26, 2010
Hm. Lovely.
Hello everyone, long time no update. 5 days to be precise. I kind of feel bad, because I remember when I used to be like NO WAIT PETER YOU CANT POST 3 TIMES A DAY THATS MADNESS (No, it's SPARTA) and now I'm like, psh, I'll lump everyday into one.
But anyway. I needed to post today because big things happened today. Like, honestly serious business.
So, first off. There hasn't been school for 2 days because of this "storm" was was going to TWO MOTHERFUCKING FEET and it turned out to be two mother kissing inches. Woop. Oh well, two days off is two days off regardless.
But today... oh joy. I found out an interesting piece of news. Alex, my lovely Alex. My lovely Alex who belongs to me and no one else... has... a new... boyfriend... Bryson. Dx Nicky and I are going bowling with them tomorrow to get acquainted but I can almost guarantee that I will not like him. I guess that I should give him a shot... but honestly... I don't want to. He's not good enough. No one is. I'm not even good enough. The only person good enough for Alex, is Nicky. I'd only be happy with either of them finding some one else if it were each other. But, as you all know, Nicky is with me and Alex has... Bryson. <.<
As long as he's happy, I should be happy for him.
I just don't think Bryson is good enough.
We're going bowling tomorrow, as I said previously. Alex wants me to tell him what I think of Bryson. Honestly. He knows how I feel and I know he wants me to set that aside and be happy for him as I should, so this is a really tough test.
I also have another anomaly on my hands. Literally. I want to paint my nails, but I don't know what color. I have several options and I think I'm going with clear with blue sparkles. Yeah, that. No under-color this time, makes me wait too long and my patience are already wearing thin with this Bryson business.
Through it all, stay classy.
-Peter
But anyway. I needed to post today because big things happened today. Like, honestly serious business.
So, first off. There hasn't been school for 2 days because of this "storm" was was going to TWO MOTHERFUCKING FEET and it turned out to be two mother kissing inches. Woop. Oh well, two days off is two days off regardless.
But today... oh joy. I found out an interesting piece of news. Alex, my lovely Alex. My lovely Alex who belongs to me and no one else... has... a new... boyfriend... Bryson. Dx Nicky and I are going bowling with them tomorrow to get acquainted but I can almost guarantee that I will not like him. I guess that I should give him a shot... but honestly... I don't want to. He's not good enough. No one is. I'm not even good enough. The only person good enough for Alex, is Nicky. I'd only be happy with either of them finding some one else if it were each other. But, as you all know, Nicky is with me and Alex has... Bryson. <.<
As long as he's happy, I should be happy for him.
I just don't think Bryson is good enough.
We're going bowling tomorrow, as I said previously. Alex wants me to tell him what I think of Bryson. Honestly. He knows how I feel and I know he wants me to set that aside and be happy for him as I should, so this is a really tough test.
I also have another anomaly on my hands. Literally. I want to paint my nails, but I don't know what color. I have several options and I think I'm going with clear with blue sparkles. Yeah, that. No under-color this time, makes me wait too long and my patience are already wearing thin with this Bryson business.
Through it all, stay classy.
-Peter
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