I must get that Florida Supercon table! My one chance to snog a redheaded movie star depends on it! May 24th, will be my day of reckoning.
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You don't seem to be following me here. You even seem kinda...surprised. Oh, did I never mention my desire to have sweaty sex with Oliver Phelps? 'Cause it really is a big ambition of mine, right up there next to getting Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross to make out with each other. I mean, I know that Oli is a twin, but I just don't fancy James as much as I do him. That, and one of my devart friends would skin and gut me if she heard that I got both of them. There is a moral dilemma a face, of course: to gothloli or no to gothloli? I mean, I kinda want to cosplay, and I may be L on Friday, but Saturday and Sunday, I must look hot, and not like a guy. And then there's the question of whether or not Dani will let me sneak away from the table long enough to go to the panels. I may have to beat her viciously so she will comply. Gotta go! Time for another class!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
More with the gay Asians I so love
Ryosuke needs to get his shots or something. Though I must say, I do like the little noises he makes when he's poking Nishikawa in the face. Punyu! Punyu! And of course, when you run around clutching your butt after someone pokes it? Kinda queer. Wait, we're talking about Yamada Ryosuke. We are discussing the group Hey! Say! 7. "Kinda queer" is almost synanimous with these guys at this point, yeah?
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-139005/Hey-Say-7-Photoshoot.html
And then there's Farenenheit. They're having a test of bravery. How? Why, by kissing each other on national TV, of course!
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-201346/Fahrenheit-Extras-Kiss-English-Subtitles.html
I swear, these boys amuse and arouse me greatly.
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-139005/Hey-Say-7-Photoshoot.html
And then there's Farenenheit. They're having a test of bravery. How? Why, by kissing each other on national TV, of course!
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-201346/Fahrenheit-Extras-Kiss-English-Subtitles.html
I swear, these boys amuse and arouse me greatly.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Now I know the Japanese are just screwing with me
http://wiki.theppn.org/images/9/96/HS7.jpg
Click this link. It's worth it.
See the really cute, really happy boy second from the left? This is Chinen Yuuri. Here's a little bit about him:
Trivia
Chinen Yuuri, is the second smallest member of Hey! Say! JUMP. He joined Johnny's when he was still very young in June 4, 2003. Chinen has known how to dance and do flips since he was 4. He is pretty quiet and not that talkative. Some would say Koyama of NEWS has the highest voice in Johnny, but actually Chinen does. He likes attention and often sits on Hey!Say!Best member's laps. He thinks of himself as more cute than manly because he says that he is pretty small for a middle schooler. He is sensitive and tries to never be seen crying because it is embarrassing to him. Chinen relies on others a little too much; To the point where if every member is gone, he doesn't know what to do. He relies on Daiki Arioka a lot, so he believes he should start being more mature about that. During lunch, he would rather listen to music than pay attention.
OH MY GOD. Call the fire department! We've got us a total flamer!!!! Aw, but he's cute and only about fourteen, so I'll pardon him. But I'm still gonna track this kid. I want to know exactly who he gets drunk and screws around with in a closet when he's sixteen, causing him to completely rethink his sexual standpoint in life and join our other Blatantly Married Pair in JUMP, who you'll meet in a sec.
The guy that's hugging him is named Okamoto Keito, and Chinen himself is hugging Nakajima Yuuto. Oh, Nakajima. You see, the guy directly to his right is his best friend, Yamada Ryosuke, whom he has often publicly stated that he would date if Ryosuke were a girl.
...you're fucking with me, right? I mean, how does someone say something like that- even in jest!- about their best friend? I've got to say, though, I know weirder ways to come out of the closet than admitting you's date your best- male!- friend; such as leaving your porn laying around when it features a Prince Albert gallery.
Trivia about Nakajima:
He can touch his head using his feet.
He has studied Karate.
He considers Yamada Ryosuke as his best friend because they go to school and share secrets together.
He wants to be treated as an ordinary person.
He likes hanging out with his friends.
He is friendly and easy to get along with.
He has stated in various interviews that he would go out with Yamada Ryosuke if he were a girl
He has admited to doting on his little brother, Raiya excessively
Alright, we get it. Nakajima has a humongous hard on for Ryosuke okay enough already. They share secrets together? I know that he's fourteen, but is he also in the possession of a vagina? Do he and Ryo get together and bake? Do each others hair?
God, I bet they do. Don't get me wrong, three people that actually read this blog, I am in no way pointing a finger of shame at this two extremely gay, closeted, famous young men. In fact, I applaud them for being so obliviously blatant about their obvious attraction to one another. Maybe they can double date with Chinen when he outs himself.
Also, if I may direct your attention to this little piece of whatthefuckery:
http://wiki.theppn.org/KinKi_Kids
I think I may actually make an annual awards show for outstandingly gay Asian celebrities, and if I do, the KinKi Kids will have an award named after them. The KinKi Kids Rainbow Award, for outrageously queer clothing choices.
A final link for those who like a well-choreographed act of- oh fuck it. Just go watch this.
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-147343/Hey-Say-7-DNA.html
Oh, and here's Yuuto and Ryosuke being all cuddly as little kids on live TV. Bottom left. Check it out.
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-165037/Hey-Say-JUMP-Extras-Hey-Say-JUMP-Introduction-Clip.html
Click this link. It's worth it.
See the really cute, really happy boy second from the left? This is Chinen Yuuri. Here's a little bit about him:
Trivia
Chinen Yuuri, is the second smallest member of Hey! Say! JUMP. He joined Johnny's when he was still very young in June 4, 2003. Chinen has known how to dance and do flips since he was 4. He is pretty quiet and not that talkative. Some would say Koyama of NEWS has the highest voice in Johnny, but actually Chinen does. He likes attention and often sits on Hey!Say!Best member's laps. He thinks of himself as more cute than manly because he says that he is pretty small for a middle schooler. He is sensitive and tries to never be seen crying because it is embarrassing to him. Chinen relies on others a little too much; To the point where if every member is gone, he doesn't know what to do. He relies on Daiki Arioka a lot, so he believes he should start being more mature about that. During lunch, he would rather listen to music than pay attention.
OH MY GOD. Call the fire department! We've got us a total flamer!!!! Aw, but he's cute and only about fourteen, so I'll pardon him. But I'm still gonna track this kid. I want to know exactly who he gets drunk and screws around with in a closet when he's sixteen, causing him to completely rethink his sexual standpoint in life and join our other Blatantly Married Pair in JUMP, who you'll meet in a sec.
The guy that's hugging him is named Okamoto Keito, and Chinen himself is hugging Nakajima Yuuto. Oh, Nakajima. You see, the guy directly to his right is his best friend, Yamada Ryosuke, whom he has often publicly stated that he would date if Ryosuke were a girl.
...you're fucking with me, right? I mean, how does someone say something like that- even in jest!- about their best friend? I've got to say, though, I know weirder ways to come out of the closet than admitting you's date your best- male!- friend; such as leaving your porn laying around when it features a Prince Albert gallery.
Trivia about Nakajima:
He can touch his head using his feet.
He has studied Karate.
He considers Yamada Ryosuke as his best friend because they go to school and share secrets together.
He wants to be treated as an ordinary person.
He likes hanging out with his friends.
He is friendly and easy to get along with.
He has stated in various interviews that he would go out with Yamada Ryosuke if he were a girl
He has admited to doting on his little brother, Raiya excessively
Alright, we get it. Nakajima has a humongous hard on for Ryosuke okay enough already. They share secrets together? I know that he's fourteen, but is he also in the possession of a vagina? Do he and Ryo get together and bake? Do each others hair?
God, I bet they do. Don't get me wrong, three people that actually read this blog, I am in no way pointing a finger of shame at this two extremely gay, closeted, famous young men. In fact, I applaud them for being so obliviously blatant about their obvious attraction to one another. Maybe they can double date with Chinen when he outs himself.
Also, if I may direct your attention to this little piece of whatthefuckery:
http://wiki.theppn.org/KinKi_Kids
I think I may actually make an annual awards show for outstandingly gay Asian celebrities, and if I do, the KinKi Kids will have an award named after them. The KinKi Kids Rainbow Award, for outrageously queer clothing choices.
A final link for those who like a well-choreographed act of- oh fuck it. Just go watch this.
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-147343/Hey-Say-7-DNA.html
Oh, and here's Yuuto and Ryosuke being all cuddly as little kids on live TV. Bottom left. Check it out.
http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-165037/Hey-Say-JUMP-Extras-Hey-Say-JUMP-Introduction-Clip.html
Monday, March 10, 2008
Let's just hope I never become a cat burglar
I am officially the master of sneaking out!
Parents went to bed, I went to town! Snuck out through the garage, went and made out with Randall for awhile (which was totally hot by the way), snuck back in an hour later with no one the wiser. Well, except for the fact that I think that I may smell like an ashtray, but I like that.
Oh, and Sage? Since you're the only one that reads this, please, as much as I love it when you make nice with your music talk with people, if the person in question happens to be a guy I'm trying to snog, go the sprock away. I beg of you, darlin', I've stopped cockblocking, now it's your turn.
Parents went to bed, I went to town! Snuck out through the garage, went and made out with Randall for awhile (which was totally hot by the way), snuck back in an hour later with no one the wiser. Well, except for the fact that I think that I may smell like an ashtray, but I like that.
Oh, and Sage? Since you're the only one that reads this, please, as much as I love it when you make nice with your music talk with people, if the person in question happens to be a guy I'm trying to snog, go the sprock away. I beg of you, darlin', I've stopped cockblocking, now it's your turn.
Well, apparently, I AM a whore.
Don't ask me how I came about this realization, because I'm damned going to tell you anyway. I was slumming around Chatpit (my usual Sunday night hangout), seeing what kind of mayhem I can cause and checking out the factuality of quantum fetish mechanics (imagine a fetish, and it shall exist), when all of a sudden, the most emo of emo names pops up in the chat list. Not that I can remember what it is now, of course. But it isn't the emo name I'm focusing on, it the person attached to the emo name that I want to discuss.
His name is Randall. He's 19 and visiting Florida from Arkansas so that he can help his mother move. He's totally hot.
We're going to meet on Tuesday, and there is a very good chance that we will have sex.
Don't say a word, Sage, okay? I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I have extreme issues when it comes to true intimacy. On top of all that, some lady got murdered close to where I live, and now my folks won't let me walk home anymore. I told you this weekend that I needed some serious stress relief, and I'll be damned if I'm going to pass up a chance I have to get it. Who knows, maybe it was just Kris that made everything so squicky. Besides, check him out:
http://i32.tinypic.com/2wco9bs.jpg
hott, no? And you know I don't use the double-t hot for just anyone. Plus, we talked on msn for almost seven hours. Maybe all I really need is a good shag to get everything back in place, y'know?
But the fact of the matter still remains that I want to meet him, I'm going to meet him, I like him, and that's that. We can't all be part of a nauseatingly adorable couple, okay?
Some of us just need to cut loose and have fun once in a while.
His name is Randall. He's 19 and visiting Florida from Arkansas so that he can help his mother move. He's totally hot.
We're going to meet on Tuesday, and there is a very good chance that we will have sex.
Don't say a word, Sage, okay? I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I have extreme issues when it comes to true intimacy. On top of all that, some lady got murdered close to where I live, and now my folks won't let me walk home anymore. I told you this weekend that I needed some serious stress relief, and I'll be damned if I'm going to pass up a chance I have to get it. Who knows, maybe it was just Kris that made everything so squicky. Besides, check him out:
http://i32.tinypic.com/2wco9bs.jpg
hott, no? And you know I don't use the double-t hot for just anyone. Plus, we talked on msn for almost seven hours. Maybe all I really need is a good shag to get everything back in place, y'know?
But the fact of the matter still remains that I want to meet him, I'm going to meet him, I like him, and that's that. We can't all be part of a nauseatingly adorable couple, okay?
Some of us just need to cut loose and have fun once in a while.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Fucking hell, my life has become complicated
Man, I curse a lot lately. But I really need to. I've just learned something important.
Daniel and Kris are the same person with different accents.
Oh my jesus shit no! Didn't I just escape this shit? I wasted a year and a half of my life with that fucktard, I am not going to saddle myself with another one. Augh!
I swear to crod, this guy may be sweet, but he's boring as fuck and obsessed with The Godfather. I hated that movie. Couldn't stay awake throughout it. In fact, every time Daniel starts to mention it, I hang up the phone. And then he just calls back and talks about it some more!!! Augh!
On the upside, last week, I got up in drama and sang my piece. And people liked it. Holy Hera. But I've got to do it again today and next week, and next week is for a grade. I'm so scared, I think I may pee myself.
Oh, and in further good news, I turn eighteen this Friday. I don't know how I feel about that. On one hand, I can vote and drive. On the other hand, I can be drafted, go to actual prison, and I don't want to vote or drive. There's no one worth voting for in the coming election.
In other news, I seem to have rekindled my intense love affair with the Aladdin TV series. Ah, Mozenrath, how could I have forsaken thee? Even with the crapfest that was early nineties animated television, I still loved this show. And now that I have a perverse mind, I have discovered that my dearest Moze seemed to have a really intense need to rape Aladdin, both physically and mentally. In one episode, he had him strung up by the arms and legs in a spread-eagled position in a cave with sticky stuff. I'm not making that up. I don't even need to write slash for this, because the slash just writes itself. I'm done corrupting my own childhood now.
One last thing before I slit my internet's wrists: I think I loved A. I mean, really loved him. I looked at the photostrip thing we took at Sawgrass on our first meeting after the con, and my heart began to hurt. I know, right? My heart began to hurt. Mine. I still remember how anxious I'd been, because I wasn't able to reach him by phone and my mom was still with me because she wanted to meet him and he wasn't there, and then I spot him, just as I was walking past the store I helped shield someone who was putting on a bustier in front of. My heart skipped a little then, and I tried to look mad at him, but then he ran up and he hugged me and I, I,
I'm crying. Right now. In my cooking class. My heart hurts so bad that I honestly think it's going to either explode or pop out of my chest and run screaming out of the room. He was my first love, but he'd rather be a hermit than hang out with me. Even when it was him that first refered to me as his girfriend, after he was the first one to say "I love you", after he admitted that he was in love with me. Sigh, I guess life just isn't meant to be happy, for me at least. People keep asking me what I want for my eighteenth birthday, and I tell them I don't know. But I know, I know exactly what I want. The thing is, no one can get it for me.
I want Andy back. My heart hurts too much, too often, for anything else to be a good gift. He messes with my head and makes me show my emotions, and I can't tell whether I want to hit him or kiss him some times, but I guess that that's just what love is. I hate it. I love it. I hate that I love him so much, even after all the shit he's put me through. I guess I just can't help it.
Because I know that it's love.
Daniel and Kris are the same person with different accents.
Oh my jesus shit no! Didn't I just escape this shit? I wasted a year and a half of my life with that fucktard, I am not going to saddle myself with another one. Augh!
I swear to crod, this guy may be sweet, but he's boring as fuck and obsessed with The Godfather. I hated that movie. Couldn't stay awake throughout it. In fact, every time Daniel starts to mention it, I hang up the phone. And then he just calls back and talks about it some more!!! Augh!
On the upside, last week, I got up in drama and sang my piece. And people liked it. Holy Hera. But I've got to do it again today and next week, and next week is for a grade. I'm so scared, I think I may pee myself.
Oh, and in further good news, I turn eighteen this Friday. I don't know how I feel about that. On one hand, I can vote and drive. On the other hand, I can be drafted, go to actual prison, and I don't want to vote or drive. There's no one worth voting for in the coming election.
In other news, I seem to have rekindled my intense love affair with the Aladdin TV series. Ah, Mozenrath, how could I have forsaken thee? Even with the crapfest that was early nineties animated television, I still loved this show. And now that I have a perverse mind, I have discovered that my dearest Moze seemed to have a really intense need to rape Aladdin, both physically and mentally. In one episode, he had him strung up by the arms and legs in a spread-eagled position in a cave with sticky stuff. I'm not making that up. I don't even need to write slash for this, because the slash just writes itself. I'm done corrupting my own childhood now.
One last thing before I slit my internet's wrists: I think I loved A. I mean, really loved him. I looked at the photostrip thing we took at Sawgrass on our first meeting after the con, and my heart began to hurt. I know, right? My heart began to hurt. Mine. I still remember how anxious I'd been, because I wasn't able to reach him by phone and my mom was still with me because she wanted to meet him and he wasn't there, and then I spot him, just as I was walking past the store I helped shield someone who was putting on a bustier in front of. My heart skipped a little then, and I tried to look mad at him, but then he ran up and he hugged me and I, I,
I'm crying. Right now. In my cooking class. My heart hurts so bad that I honestly think it's going to either explode or pop out of my chest and run screaming out of the room. He was my first love, but he'd rather be a hermit than hang out with me. Even when it was him that first refered to me as his girfriend, after he was the first one to say "I love you", after he admitted that he was in love with me. Sigh, I guess life just isn't meant to be happy, for me at least. People keep asking me what I want for my eighteenth birthday, and I tell them I don't know. But I know, I know exactly what I want. The thing is, no one can get it for me.
I want Andy back. My heart hurts too much, too often, for anything else to be a good gift. He messes with my head and makes me show my emotions, and I can't tell whether I want to hit him or kiss him some times, but I guess that that's just what love is. I hate it. I love it. I hate that I love him so much, even after all the shit he's put me through. I guess I just can't help it.
Because I know that it's love.
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