Hair: An Annoyance

I've been working my tail off on my Supernatural Fan-Fiction. I plowed through so many writers' blocks, I thought I was going to explode. Here's Chapters 1-12.


I have quite the random topic to talk about today, and I actually got the idea for it yesterday, as I was getting ready to run some errands with my mother yesterday. It's something all of us (at least a large portion of us) complain about, and are almost never satisfied with. That's right: our hair.


We complain about "bad hair days" and when we're actually having good hair days, all we can do is worry about whether it's going to get messed up or not. Or worse: there are winds as strong as hurricanes outside. I have noticed, though, that it's the women who complain about their hair more than men, but I do know some men who are ridiculously self-conscious about their hair. I'm one of them.


I learned that my hair is incredibly indecisive, and it almost never wants to do what I want it to do. It has its own personality, it seems. Even though I use gel to style it, and you'd think that it would actually obey me because of this, it still rebels against me. There are many things I've learned about how to manage it, too:

1. NEVER style it while it's wet. It will ALWAYS look terrible.
2. As my hair gets longer, my gel strength needs to be stronger.
3. If my hair even looks remotely presentable, I need to leave it alone, or else I'll just mess it up.

In my opinion, the way your hair looks can be an excellent indicator of many things, such as your style, hygiene, and how well you like to present yourself to people. I could have been camping for maybe a week, but if I come back, do my hair and make it look great, it would look like I kept clean throughout the whole trip. Because your hair is something that everyone can see, (unless you're wearing a hat, obviously) making it impressionable can work wonders on what people think of you.


Quick announcements: I will be in Yellowstone next Wednesday (Yay!), and I'm quite certain that I'll be busy that day, so there's a great chance that there won't be a blog post next Wednesday. I'm probably going to bring my laptop on the trip, but if we're too busy on that day, and I'm too tired, it just won't happen. Just so you know!

Also, I added a poll to my blog (it is on the top left area of my blog page), that all of you should answer!

And now it's time for the Song of the Week!

I have been on a Victorious kick lately, and this song was on the most recent episode "Locked Up" (It was a pretty entertaining episode, not gonna lie). I also bought the soundtrack. It's a guilty pleasure: Don't judge. While this isn't my favorite song on the soundtrack (that one is on my previous post), I've still found my self unable to stop listening to it.

That's all for now. Have a great Wednesday, everyone!

FWB: Friends With Benefits

Added a few new chapters to my Supernatural Fanfiction, so here you go! Chapters 1-8.


Feelin' pretty awesome, guys. I've lost 15 pounds this summer!


Alright, Jeff. Get on with the topic! So I saw Friends With Benefits (the movie, duhhh) a few days ago, and that is what inspired this blog post. In case you aren't street smart, and you've never been taught what "friends with benefits" are, then maybe I should get on with teaching you this terminology.

Friends with Benefits: noun A set of friends who engage in casual, sexual acts with each other, but try to keep it from getting emotional. Strictly meant for pleasure.


If your version of "friends with benefits" is anything other than this, such as friends who share cake or toys with each other, you might want to think of a new title before people think differently. Just think of "My FWB and I are going to go share some toys today" would sound to someone who knows the correct definition for it.


Anyway, it was mentioned in the movie that you can never have a connection like that without one of the friends becoming emotionally close to the other. With all the physical affection (whether sexual or not) you share with that person, it's bound that someone is going to end up becoming fond of them in a romantic sense.


My opinion on this is that, well, I don't think a friends with benefits connection is possible. I've thought about how I would be if I had a friend like this, and I think I would end up becoming to attached to them. If they were flirting with someone, I couldn't do anything about it because we, technically, have no obligations to each other. I can't ask something of them that they aren't entitled to do in the first place. I don't necessarily think these types of friendships are wrong, but I just think there's too many complications.


So yes, I don't think it's possible to have a friends with benefits connection with someone. It's just bound to turn into an emotional mess that gets way too out of control, and someone will wind up getting hurt. Hey, if you're one of the people who's made it work, then good for you. I'm glad you've found a way.

I kind of like posting songs at the end of each post, so I think I'll continue to do so! Here's my favorite one for this week.

I finally found a full version of this song! Yes! These are my two FAVORITE characters from Victorious, and this song is so amazing. For those who watch Victorious, but haven't seen this episode, it's the one where Cat and Jade get kicked out of the karaoke joint because the girls they sang against had them kicked out (the place is owned by the brunette one's dad).

Anyway, enjoy that, and see y'all again next Wednesday!

Tolerance

So I added another chapter to my fanfiction. Here you go! Just change the tab thingy in the top or bottom right if you've read all the other chapters.

The questions kind of failed, so maybe I'll try that again another time. When I'm more popular...haha!


So I was watching True Life: I want to be straight, and it spurred lots of terrible emotions in me. I can't even begin to tell you how upset I was while I was watching it.


To give you some background (for those who didn't see it), it followed the stories of two individuals who wanted to be straight because of social pressures, mostly by their family. The first person introduced was a lesbian woman (Melanie) who had a mother that can't stand the fact that she's living this lifestyle. They've gotten into many altercations over her sexuality, and this caused her to try to pursue a heterosexual lifestyle. She doesn't like dating guys because she feels a better connection with girls, but the only problem she has is her mother, and she pursues a heterosexual lifestyle just so her mother will stay in her life.


The second individual was a man who was raised under a heavy Christian household (Kevin). He realized he was attracted to guys, and started pursuing that lifestyle, but his parents told him that it was wrong because of what the bible says, so he tried as hard as he could to be straight. He read the section of the bible that says how homosexuality is wrong every day, just to remind himself that he will be turned away by his family if he is to continue being gay.


The parents of each of these individuals were terribly intolerant of them, and this is especially what got to me. Melanie's mother simply didn't like that she was lesbian, and physically harmed her, just for this reason. She was willing to stop talking to her daughter just because she was interested in women, and that, to me, is just a terrible way to be.


Kevin's dad told him he was PROUD that Kevin was becoming straight. His friends supported his decision, but in my opinion, friends are supposed to support you no matter how ridiculous the decision. What angered me about that, though, is that they prayed for him, saying to "protect him from the devil". What the hell? So all of us homosexuals are infected by the devil then, huh?


My point is, how come a parent just can't accept their gay child? They're not doing anything to the parent PERSONALLY, so why is it so upsetting to them? The intolerance of the people in these poor souls' lives made me angry, because I know they aren't the only people who deal with this. I'm very lucky to have a loving and accepting family, but I just wish everyone's family was that way.

And since I feel like sharing, I will be listening to this song for forever. So I figure I can share it with my readers. It's beyond amazing, and I just can't stop listening.

I guarantee that you'll be walking around your house singing "Good bye, baby good bye~" from now on. It's just that amazing!

Have a great day guys! <3

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!

Vacations 'n Things

Hello, my lovely readers. Recently, I went to the beautiful city of San Diego, and Hollywood, to venture through Sea World and Universal Studios! It's been a long time since I've been to Sea World, and I'd never been to Universal Studios, so this was quite a trip for me!

Sea World was pretty amazing, you know, except for getting my face burned like toast on a bad morning. Luckily, we bought aloe, which I used on my face like a maniac. Anyway! We saw sea animals and whatnot. It was fun. We tried to go to the shark exhibit, but it was so dark in there, I couldn't even see the person in front of me. The power was out, unbeknown to us. The lady just, basically, sent us to our doom, without a care in the world that we would possibly be tripping over our own feet. Of course, we discovered the power was out AFTER we left the exhibit. Awesome! On the plus side, we rode two amazing rides there. One was the Shipwreck Rapids, in which we got soaked. We also rode the Journey to Atlantis, in which we still got soaked.

That ride was so fun. It made me tingle with happiness.


Day two of our trip included a day at Universal Studios. We got there at about 1:00pm, so we were pretty limited on what we could do. So limited, we ended up going on two things. We waited in line for The Mummy ride, and I was so excited to go on it, until we, I kid you not, got to the front of the line, only for the ride to be broken down. We waited in that line for a short amount of time compared to the wait time for the other rides, but it was still pretty upsetting that we didn't get to go on it. So with our disappointment, we trudged over to Jurassic Park, which was still fun, but I still wanted to go on The Mummy. After that, we went on the Universal Tour, which was pretty cool, actually. We got to see the sets they used and some of the secrets to their movie magic. So cool! I do want to go back, though, because there was a lot of things we didn't get to do there.


We also spent some time at the beach, which was very bittersweet for me. While I did enjoy all the eye candy prancing around the bay area, it was also a shot to my self esteem. While I don't necessarily want to look all chiseled and muscular, I just kind of got to thinking "You know, they're never going to talk to me because of all this extra weight". Most of them probably weren't attracted to guys anyway, but still. It just made me feel very self conscious, so I decided I need to try extra hard to lose weight. I don't know if that would even help, but I sure am going to try anyway. People have been telling me that if I'm going to lose weight, I should lose it for myself, and no one else. I am losing it for myself, but I also want to lose it because I know it looks highly disgusting to most people. I feel like if I get rid of it, more guys would actually approach me or be willing to talk to me.

Anywho, that's it for this week. No new chapters on my fanfiction yet (but here it is, just in case you missed it), and I actually GAINED a little bit of weight (Thanks to vacationing), so I don't really feel like updating on my progress.

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.