freak

vicki has a habit of google image searching weird things. recently, it was cher. tonight, its giant pictures of burger kings chicken sangwiches.

Now I'm Hitting The Six

I'm awake at a reasonable hour on a sunday morning, and my mother left a wall posting on my facebook that says, "you have good eyebrows." As far as i'm concerned, it's a good day already.

Last Night, However...

It took me about 3 hours to actually get up and get into the shower. As much as i wanted to get my evening started, i just couldnt bring myself to get out of bed and into the bathroom. I finally gathered the strength, however, so i was sqeaky clean and pretty and smelled like flowers. Ariel and Vicki had been invited to some intimate gathering hosted by a close friend of their musician friend, Lucas. I hadn't planned on going until He called the girls asking them to hurry up because he felt awkward being alone at said gathering which was a group made entirely of homosexuals. Again, I was asked if i would be joining so I agreed. I got dressed, Photoboothed myself for a bit, and was ready to go(that is, after I dressed Vicki who was unable to pick out an outfit for herself). 

Our little team hopped on the subway and trekked from Union Square all the way up to 110th in Harlem. We got to the townhouse where the gathering was being hosted. Upon entering, the Gay who owned it offered us drinks and a place to sit. We were introduced to 5 more Gays and also Lucas' single hetero companion of the night. We took our seats on the couch. On the TV across from us, the same Bravo special they play every halloween since 2001, "100 Scariest Movie Moments", and projected on the wall behind us above the couch was a looped video made up of halloween movie clips.  Of course, everyone else in the room was sitting across from us watching the projection while our eyes were on the television. Constant conversation flowed , folks commenting on whatever movie was shown behind us, so in order to be a part of the conversation we had to crane our necks around to look behind us. Awkkk.  Finally after the movie countdown and clip shows ended, we put on the Halloween Special SNL episode from 2002. I was sure this would make conversation easier, but the night turned into a neverending pop-culture reference showdown. Mind you, i dont mean current pop-culture, "oh LiLo","Gossip Girl","Bernie Mac Died", etc, conversation. These references were more along the lines of, "Margaret Kidder", "Meg Tilly", "Chris Farley's drug problems" references. Important in the overall pop-culture scheme of things, however, irrelevant to my knowledge/interests. Awkkk.

Other Problems Of The Night:
1.The host of the gathering, Justin, was dressed as Heath Ledger from The Dark Night (makeup and all). As seasonally-appropriate as this was, it deeply bothered me that if i were to ever meet this Justin character again, he would recognize me but i would have no clue who he was seeing as I never actually saw his face. Scary/Awkkk.
2.As excited as i had been to know I was attending a get together made up mostly of smart, successful gays, I hadn't realized everyone of them would be between the ages of 30 and 40. Despite the fact that I am totally into older men, i wasn't exactly jumping out of my seat to blow one of these guys. Still, it was a blow to my ego to see that not a single one of these men seemed the slightest bit attracted to the single gay male in the room who wasn't old enough to run for president. (Not saying im especially attractive, or that men are obligated to be drawn to me, but you would expect at least one of these gays would be attracted to the only YOUNG gay man full of life and dainty youth who they could have easily gotten drunk and taken advantage of...No one gave me a second glance. Awkkk/Crushing.)
3.Justin had an adorable little dog, a black long-hair chihuahua i think. It was the cutest little fuck ever, HOWEVER, the dog wouldn't play with us!!! He would hardly come sniff our fingers unless we bribed him with pumpkin seeds! I had initially thought upon entering the house, "if nothing else, at least i'll get to play with a puppy!" Wrong.

The gathering slowed down, losing guests over the course of four hours. When everyone had finally left, we hugged our host goodbye and hopped on the subway, finally homeward bound after a night of boredom and losing all confindence I have in myself as a gay male. Upon returning to our building, Vicki and I went to Blue 9 Burger, rolled a special little cigarette, and ate our dinner in our small apartment bathroom. After fine-dining, we were still hungry so we made our way over to Duane Reade where we picked up some doritos and a sampler box of Whitman's Chocolates.

All in all, I have to say te evening was a total bust.

One more thing...While at the gathering, I recieved a single phone call from a girl i have met once at a bar and havent spoken to in at least 6 weeks. I assumed she had the wrong number, but she had called because she wanted me to come chill with her and her friends. Had it not been completely obvious that she was totally obliterated, I would have felt super complimented by her random invitation. Sadly, I am smarter than that and know she only called me after going through every other name in her cell's phonebook first.

Awkkk.

An Excellent Morning ITunes Shuffle While I Blog:
1.When I Get Up (live), Tegan And Sara
2.Satin In a Coffin, Modest Mouse
3.Maps (acoustic), Yeah Yeah Yeahs
4.Bingo (diplo mix), M.I.A.
5.Poster Of a Girl, Metric
6.Sunday Morning, No Doubt
7.A Children's Crusade On Acid, Margot and the Nuclear So and So's
8.Alphabet Pony, The Kills
9.Young Folks, Peter Bjorn and John
10.As is Life, Four Tet
11.Girl On The Wing, The Shins
12.Tuff Ghost, The Unicorns

my cat is a pirate

so my cat, who has feline AIDS, developed a giant tumor behind his right eye a few months ago, and it has ony gotten worse. Yesterday, he had it removed. Removing the tumor also meant removing his eye. Now he looks like frankenstien.  Wretched. 

To make things worse, they also had to shave his face. How sad. 

I miss animals.

I want one, or at least a friend with animals. 

I had a friend with a dog but that certain friend doesnt seem too keen on being my friend anymore. 

Hagsville.

they'll always want we we got

"zoe quick!"

"whaat..."

"get me your computer! im on the verge of a break through!"

"....huhhh?'

"IVE GOT A BLOGGING TRAIN ON THE WAY AND I DONT WANT TO MISS IT! i have to write this blog now! by the time i get to an internet connection to write it the blog may have died in my head!"

"....whaaat do you meann?"

"just get me your computer now!"

 she clearly does not know anything about the art of blogging.

anyway, this is an interesting observation i have had based on zoe's roommate:

 
zoe has a roommate, Min-Joo, who is an extremely peppy exchange student from one of the many asia countries. Accent and all. She often has her little friend, also from asia, over to watch japanese video diaries on the internet, etc. etc. I love Min-Joo. She is super sweet and i love her. Still, it fascinates me to watch Min-Joo and her little friend giggling at their cartoons and asian internet as if they were lions on animal planet. While looking up at them occasionally throughout my conversation with Zoe, I would hear them listening to Fergie, the recent Gwen Stefani, Diplo remixes of M.I.A., etc., giggling, occasional pops of asian jokes from they're young, naive lips, I can just imagine viewing the subtitles on a video of their brain, reading, "ohh! look at her hair! ees so blonde and naturally crimped! i love hur fair skeen, and bloo eyes!". How they love our white pop culture so...

 Oh i love them. Little do they know, out pop culture is highly uninspired  and worlthless :) Dream Big, young asians! Eyes to the heavens!

 

 

when the saints come marching in

today, as always, i didnt wake up until dinner time. then i watched grease two(oh hell yes) with vicky. nothing excites me more than a michelle pfieffer,maxwell caulfield cupcake(he's the cake, she's the icing)...and nothing excites vicky more than drinking.
...so we made it exciting.


it goes like this...
1.pop Grease 2 into the dvd player.
2.have your alcohol of choice (chaser optional) and shot glasses handy.
3.drink every time the someone says either "T-Bird" or "Pink Lady", however it only counts for a single shot if said within a musical number.
4.drink every time the talent show is referenced.
5. drink every time there is sexual tension between Michael and Stephanie.
6. Drink every time there is a voice over in a musical number.


if you can get through the first 30 minutes of the movie, you will be trashed.




ANYWAY i got off topic. during grease two, i got a baller new ringtone, COOL RIDER from grease 2. then when grease 2 ended, i was all "FUCK!" cause ariel told me that the yelle show is at 7, not 8. we haul ass 50 feet to webster hall and buy tickets. we go inside. yelle doesnt start for another 3 hours. we move to the opening acts anyway, but by the time yelle is on we are forced to move from stagefront because of the annoying homosexual grinding on ariel, jameson, and i. Jameson and i lose ariel in the crowd and end up dancing on the VIP balcony for the rest of the show. we were not vip's nor did i ever realize we were in the vip area until 30 minutes after the show, but for whatever reason we were not escorted off the balcony unlike some yound SC3n3ST3R girls with studed belts and pockets. the show was fun. i sweat all over myself and took a shower as quickly as possible.


then jameson and i caught up on the last gossip girl. you may call me a faggot but the show is baller as hell. not much happened after that. i was going to write college essays(oh yeah, going to college at some point because being homeless wont work forever) but instead i finger painted a naked lady. then i blogged.


all in all, it was a billboard time.