Oh, America

Feelin' pretty good right now, guys. I've lost ten pounds this summer! I'm going to work even harder because I want to lose even more before college starts again, and hopefully continue my weight loss through the next year at college!

Also, I wrote another chapter of that fan-fiction thingy. Here it is! If you need the first chapter, (or any other, for that matter), you can use the tab at the top (or bottom) right to change the chapter you are reading.



So I went to the All Star baseball game yesterday, and I'll admit, it was pretty exciting. I usually go to Diamondback games because I like the atmosphere of baseball games, but at this game, I actually found myself enjoying the sport a lot more. The players played with much more intensity, and it was just so much more captivating.

I even got that awesome All Star monkey :D I rule. For real.



One thing made me pretty angry, though. While the Symphony was performing "Oh, Canada", some guy near our section, rudely, decided to constantly holler, "Who cares!?" There are just way too many things I can say about him, and everyone like him. I'm sure most of the people around him shrugged it off, saying "Whatever", and I'm sure some people silently agreed with him, but I was offended. I'm absolutely sure that he is the reason people think Americans, as a whole, are ignorant people who don't tolerate anyone outside of their country. Our country isn't exactly perfect either, ignorant man at the game. We're in a recession, almost everyone hates the president, and we're the fattest country on the planet. You're only reinforcing to the other countries' opinions of us. I'm sure your parents raised you better than that.


I want to try something new. Because I've been running out of things to talk about, I figure the next blog post can be responses to questions! You can comment on this post with a question and I will answer it for you. (Please make sure it's appropriate. I'll be the judge of which ones I find appropriate. It can be anything, really. Preferably something I can elaborate on...haha!) Ask me anything, and I'll be sure to answer! It will be kind of like that dying website...formhop? Oh wait, formspring! Duhh. I almost forgot about it!

Have a great day everyone!

What If...?

I've achieved an amazing feat (so far) this summer! I've lost some weight! I've lost seven pounds so far, and  will continue to lose this unnecessary fat. Take that, excess fat! Besides, I need to look good for my sophomore year of college. Duhh.


New York passed their Marriage Equality bill! Yay! I was so happy to hear about that, and I'm so glad that the gay community is starting to see some light in our situation. I sure hope New York is not our last victory!

I wrote the third and fourth chapter of my fan-fiction. And here they are! If you haven't read the first two, and would like to, just click the tab at the bottom (or top) right of the page, and go to the first chapter.

So I have something kind of personal to talk about today. In my experience as a gay male, I've noticed it's a bit hard. I feel like I don't get respect from other males (other than a given few), and that it'll be harder for me to find someone to date. I'm not saying I have it the hardest, and I'm not saying gays have it harder than anyone else to find a partner, I'm just stating how I feel. I just always find myself liking straight males. I feel like I can't ever just go and flirt with a guy because I'm interested in him, because I have to take the extra work to figure out if he's even gay, first. 

What I'm trying to get at is, if I were born a girl instead of a gay male, would I have it easier? I could actually flirt with a guy without him saying "Ew you're gay, back off." Then again, I might have to deal with "You're ugly", but at least my life would be a bit more straightforward. I wouldn't be treated different by people of the same gender, and I wouldn't struggle (as much) with finding someone.

After thinking about it, though, I think I'm content with being a gay male. If I was born a straight girl, or a straight male for that matter, how would I act? Would I even support this much needed cause that I feel so strongly for? Would I hate the gay community? I feel better knowing that I AM one of the people I'm fighting so hard for, and I don't think I'd have it any other way. 

Before you ask, no, I would not get a sex change, because I just don't like the idea of getting one. I'm fully supportive of anyone who gets them, though, because if that makes them happy, I think they should go for it. To me, it just wouldn't feel the same. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my super deep thoughts. So deep, it's mind-blowing, right? Yeah, I know.

By the way, I wanted to share this with you, because I'm probably going to be jamming to it for the next thousand months. Roly poly, roly roly poly! (There is a video for it, but it's like, twelve minutes long, and there are no subs for the speaking parts, so I figured I wouldn't bore you with that.)

Anywho, thanks for reading! Don't jam too hard to this song! I know it's impossible, though.

Stuff 'n Stuff

What's funny, is that's what I used to call one of my friends in band, because one day, while we were in Canada, she was all like, "Yeah and then we can get some stuff 'n stuff." Then we all laughed. She had also said "Tomorrow-morrow" at one point too. That was a fun trip.


Anywho, life's been pretty slow lately. I finished the second chapter of my fanfiction! If you'd like to read it, here you go!  Chapters 1&2 (make sure you go to the bottom and change the "Chapter 1" tab to "chapter 2" if you've already read the first one. If not, read the first chapter first! Duh). The third chapter is in progress, so be lookin' out for it!


So I did go to a baseball game over the weekend, which was pretty cool. We went for my Aunt's birthday, and we ate at a mighty delicious Asian restaurant called Pei Wei before we headed to the game. They have this AMAZING soda machine there that let's you pick a variety of flavors for your soda. I usually get raspberry Sprite, but there are sooo many other things you can get with it.

The first time I ever saw it, my sister and I tried like, every single flavor (almost) and decided that raspberry Sprite was the best. I'm determined to try every single flavor that sounds delicious, though.


So at the game, many awesome things happened! My Aunt and I sat behind a very big-haired lady, who made us angry (for many reasons). She got up and left after the first or second inning, and we were like, "Yes! We can see!" Then she came back later, thwarting our fun with her giant hair yet again. Oh, and that wasn't the end of it. She decided to use some strange liquid on herself toward the end of the game, squirting it all over the back of her neck. Basically, it smelled like a peppermint gone bad. My Aunt and I were just about ready to hurl. I kid you not, that smell did not go away until we left the game. I'm sure she made her significant other very happy by smelling like moldy mint, wherever that man was, or if there even is one.


Also, there was this group of people another row ahead of moldy mint lady, that took pictures of themselves the whole entire game. They took pictures in about fifty different poses, self portraits (myspace pic style), photos of all three of them (also myspace style), pictures of just two of them, pictures of just themselves, and so on. They did not stop. They even made me take two of the pictures! Seriously, guys, how many interesting pictures can you take at a baseball game in which you're just sitting in your seats?


That's about all I have for now, but I just thought I'd share those interesting stories from the weekend. Oh, the people you encounter at baseball games.

Good Deeds

Life updaaaaates! Just imagine me singing that in a very high pitched, opera voice. Anyway! I've been watching a lot more Supernatural lately, and it was MUCH harder to find full episodes online than I thought it would be. No really, I was hunting for almost half an hour. On that note...I wrote the first chapter of my Supernatural fanfic! A New Addition. Click it and read if you'd like!

Also, I learned how to make my favoritest (I realize that's not a word, but this is just very deserving of a made up word) cake in the whole wide world. Oh dang, right when you take a bite of this delicious cake, you just can't help but get another slice. I forgot to take a picture of it, however, but next time I make it, I will. Here is, essentially, what it looked like.

Delicious, right? I know. My stepmom, my sister, and I did a pretty good job.

So one morning, we were on our way to my little brother's game at 8:30am (note, I'm not even up at this time on a daily basis), and we see a man standing on the side of the road. You don't usually see any homeless people or beggars on this street, but here this man was, just standing there. He was very frail, and he looked like he could just fall over at any minute. He was holding a sign that said "Will work for food", which tugged on all of our heartstrings (stepmom, sis, and I). You usually see people asking for money, or trying to guilt you into giving them money by bringing their starving dog, or saying that they're ex-military. However, this man was willing to give his time and effort just for some food, despite how frail he was. My stepmom knew she couldn't just see that and not do anything about it, especially since we would be stuffing our faces that evening because of my aunt and stepgrandma's birthday, so she stopped at a nearby Burger King and got him some food. When my sister and I went to go hand it to him, the poor guy was shaking so hard, I thought he was going to drop the bag. That's when he revealed that he hadn't eaten in two weeks, and has been unemployed for a year. He said "God bless you" to us, and enjoyed his meal.


After seeing this, I realized that it really isn't that hard to touch someone's heart. We act like these deeds are so much strenuous and tedious than they actually are, but it was just as simple as providing him some food. It also showed me that there are more honest people out there than we think. It really touched me, seeing that he'd be willing to give something in return for the food he'd be receiving. It was just a touching experience for the weekend.