Rampant thoughts after a weekend at C-ville

Man! This weekend was amazing. I'm really tired right now so this post won't be very coherent, but I want to get it while it is still loose and running around in my head. These will be rampant thoughts.

Kate Singleton is sort of the female version of me, and I can honestly say that I will soon end up loving her. She is always sincere and picks out the nicest things about people. Her observation of others is always a refreshing truth too, either an affirmation of what I've noticed about another individual, or something completely fresh that I can agree with. When I speak to her in private, I feel that she is always so intimate and open, genuine and perceptive, almost wise... (I shrink away from that word because we all do silly youthful things, but what I mean is that she knows what is more important above that silliness). She is always a good time, laughs at all my jokes, loves farts like I do, loves Edith Piaf, sings with me always, and loves poetry. I also admire her ability to declare love for people openly, whereas I'm not fully comfortable with that yet. She makes me feel really good about myself too: one of my earliest memories of her was her putting makeup on me for Queer Prom. She basically picked up a wounded doe (me) from the side of the road and nursed him back to health.
Kate, I know you're reading this,
and I meant every tired, scattered thought I just typed out.

Alex Maliwanky (har har) is not as impersonal as I thought he was. This weekend was the first time I really had extended conversation with him, and beneath his attractiveness and disconnected poise (which I guess is hot to people?) he is actually just as vulnerable as me or anyone else. Maybe more.

I miss Victor. I haven’t talked to him in more than a week. I wonder what we will be in the future.

Note to self: don’t dress too weird at Escafe and show up early. People look at you funny, and the only compliments you get are from chicks and fat, old men. Make sure to keep things sorta hot, but not too costumey.

I want to watch the full season of RuPaul’s drag race online. Jujubee is my hero.

Michelle needs to stop being petty.

Inception was amazing. I cried twice watching that movie, and it’s a fracking sci-fi movie.

I have Oral Allergy Syndrome and I’m specifically allergic to alder pollen.

Leah Funk is sorta rude and fake.

I need to get this blog link off of Facebook because I’m talking bad about people.

Only my closest friends can read this. Or those who are irrelevant.

My pee smells like sulfuric asparagus pee

And I sort of like it.

I’m afraid that my family will hate me, but I think there is more to what I think is fear. I’m not quite sure what it is...

Amanda Chase, break up with her. Nothing is worth cheapening yourself. Just do it, please. It hurts me just thinking about you lowering your own worth to be someone’s “another”.



Ian Dohm is FUCKING annoying, hypocritical, self-absorbed, a user, and generally immature.

Here are some poetic thoughts that I had and heard at Chuhern's place:

Rocking Chair Kamasutra

Arms extend to sky
Wave.
I am tall grass.
Hide your face in me.

Fall out of chair and flow
to hardwood floor.
Splay.
I am an oil spill.
Set me on fire.

Line

My heart has melted
and now flows in your veins.
In pound, out pound
against the walls of your veins.

"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds upon the heel that crushed it."
-Mark Twain

3:46 AM July 08th, 2010

Haven't posted in a while

So dear blog,
I've been cheating on you. On two different sites too...ouch. I've been sort of distracted these days with my new summer passion of being a Youtube starlet. It's not easy, you know? An internet celebribante has to put as much time into her art as any Hollywood celebrity.
From articulation lessons, to acting workshops, to late night video-editing, the glamor life is never at rest.
Really, what I'm trying to say is

it's hard being an attention whore.

So, I've been busy with Youtube and Dailybooth, both of which I am excited for. Dailybooth seems supercool; the concept of the site is that you upload a photo of yourself everyday so that a slice of your life eventually gets encapsulated onto the internet, open for anyone to see and comment on. And the sense of human community is pretty strong on the site. Post a picture asking the public a question, and you're bound to get some responses, in text or in photo. That is if you're not hideous.
But don't worry! I'm not hideous and I'm a good enough photographer conceal what deformities I carry, haha.
But jokes aside, another aspect of Dailybooth I really enjoy is that it almost gives me a prompt for photography. For once I have a real reason to take pictures of myself. And how little pictures of myself I had before this, too! Being considered "the photographer" in my group of friends, I've taken oodles and barrels of photos of other people, most portrait-like photos. But now, I can set up my own photos how I envision them AND be the subject in the photo. It's a dream a come true.

So yeah! Check out my Dailybooth and Youtube channel! Follow/subscribe if you like me or want karma points. Oh and I highly suggest you making a Dailybooth, too; it's really fun.

So this line kept popping up in my head today

Your faith is as shallow
as the lines you carve
into your wrist, as shallow
as our footprints
in the first snow of last year.

4:56 AM--July 7