What the hell are you doing?

OMFG THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 02:09:18 GMT

clicky clicky clicky!!!

here's the link if it doesn't play:
http://video.yahoo.com/watch/6544400/16989568

BILLY ELLIOT THE MUSICAL

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:44:22 GMT

OMFG in exactly 19 minutes I will be buying two tickets to the premier of Billy Elliot The Musical. I loved this movie and this production looks intense! I haven't been to a musical since Wicked so I'm kind of stoked for it.

Now if only I had someone to go with...*le sigh* J hates musicals

Oh well, I'm sure I can find someone to drag along with me.

Well that's one way to sell a watch

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:21:57 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikXwbQTf250

I AM PROUD

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 03:49:02 GMT

DEAR FLIST:

I just want to say that I am proud of my Puerto Rican and Mexican heritage and will no longer stand for the blatant racism in mainstream American society. I'm educated, I have money and yes I am brown and hot as hell.

Fucking deal with it.

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 05:55:20 GMT

Glee - Taking Chances (Lea Michele)

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:31:56 GMT

Seriously! How hot is Neil Patrick Harris?

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 02:21:06 GMT

No seriously???

MOVIES I WANT TO SEE...and other such nonsense

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 04:19:17 GMT

Okey dokey where to start?
Well I just saw the new Harry Potter film. How was it? Well although I am a fan of the books I absolutely despised movies 1-5 due to the atrocious acting and boring story lines. So imagine my surprise when I left the movie theater with a big stupid grin on my face and my pulse racing. It was AMAZING. Finally I have hope for the remaining two films. It's going to be good.
Tommorow I'm going to see (500) days of summer mainly because it looks brilliant and because I absolutely adore Joseph Gordon-Levitt to bitts (an amazing actor truly).
Then next week I'm actually really excited to see Julie & Julia. Why (you might ask) would a young 21 year old male as myself (who others of his generation would have no idea who Julia Child even was) see such a movie? Starting about when I was 8 years old my parents would leave me at my grandparents house for the summer. Now they lived on a fairly busy steet where no sane parent would let their child play and I would often just have to sit in front of the tv (my grandparents to this day don't have cable) for hours until my parents came back from work. Which wasn't bad until about 11 o'clock when Sesame Street, Lamb Chop and other such kid shows finished on PBS to make way for actual boring adult stuff. So for a large portion of my childhood I was subjected to hours and hours of Julia Child's various programs...and you know what? I liked it.
And later on this fall I would really like to see Bright Star. I just saw the trailer to this movie an hour ago and I thought it was sweet. For those of you who aren't familiar with my tastes I'm a sucker for a love story and an even BIGGER sucker for historical fiction (wow, its a good thing I'm attractive otherwise I'd probably be the saddest thing on earth).

Lastly I want to share with you my love of music. Anyone who has read Cry to Heaven will note the significance of this video and why I almost asphyxiated with awe.
I present Tonio Treschi personified.
(please click link below cuz the damn bastards disabled embedding)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zQX2XqAE8c

vacation

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 05:56:31 GMT

I just got back from Maui!!!!! AND IT WAS AMAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG!
I've seriously have been to paradise and I can't believe I actually saw and did things I never imagined I would ever do in my lifetime!!! I want to go back and I'm already planning my next visit.

I actually didn't want to spend a hell of a lot of time on this (because I took like a MILLION pictures) so I just bulk uploaded all of them into a slideshow.

what I did:
-saw the sunrise
-biked down a volcano
-snorkeled with the fishies
-got real close to a giant turtle
-saw dozens of waterfalls
-swam in a cave
-explored several types of jungles including bambo, rainforest and a desert region.
-visited small towns and churches
-saw where the dali lama went
-went to the aquarium and saw jellyfishes
-tried to surf for about .3 seconds
-relaxed at my resort

I'm pretty sure I did a ton of other stuf I don't remember.

damn u youtube again!!!

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:46:45 GMT

that damn "RECOMMENDED FOR YOU" video got me again!!!!!!!!!!!

I still thinks he's straight because he really has no rhythm.

music

Tue, 12 May 2009 02:01:07 GMT

HOW THE HELL DO I FIND THESE VIDEOS???

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 03:22:49 GMT

SERIOUSLY!?! Damn you youtube and your Recommended For You videos...they're always fucking right.

FRED IS GAY....LMFOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 01:26:31 GMT

THIS FUCKING KID IS CRAZY!!!!!!!!!

OMFG WATCH THIS MOVIE

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 04:03:37 GMT

Omg tears...heart wrenchingly sad over emotional tears are swelling down my face.

THE ITALIAN (Italianetz) 2005
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450450/
Trailer: http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi4019061017/

In Russia, Every Orphan Longs for Adoption. Vanya Has Other Plans...To Find His Mother At All Costs.

This is why I begged to get the Sundance channel. For little gems like this! I was channel flipping late at night and I could have watched a new episode of SouthPark or this...I'm so glad I made the right choice.
The ending...dear god the ending.

GO.
BUY.
RENT.
TIVO.

I did a little shopping today

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 04:03:20 GMT

So I got a new computer today. I just bought the HP Touch and its pretty cool. It has some pretty neat features but I mostly like it for its HUGE screen. I think I actually might be sitting to close to it as i type this...can't you go blind like that or something?
I also got a new Sony Viao laptop too but they didn't have it in stock so I have to pick it up tommorow. I don't really know why I bought two computers, I think I might return one.

But anyhoo...

how's my neglectful flist doing these days?
Anybody?

The beginning and the end

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 21:25:35 GMT

***For those of you who don't know about the English school system you enter college around 16 years of age and after two or so years you take your A levels and go on from there. Or at least that's what I'm told, any of my English friends are more than welcome to correct me, especially with slang/grammar.***

The clouds were always soft, like giant fluffy pillows. The wind was strong, but instead of forcing him away, it instead swirled around him lifting him, bringing him higher so that he soared above it all. Peter loved the way it felt across skin, this cold raw power, the way it tossed his unruly hair or how with the slightest turn of his body he skyrocketed into a different direction often puncturing an innocent cloud. He had this dream many times. But what he did not know was why this dream felt more like a memory instead of nighttime fantasy.
Slowly he opened his eyes and quickly shut them as the morning rays stung him. He flipped over to the other side of the bed away from the window. Michael’s naked body was half off the bed and faint sounds of his snoring meant that he was still in slumber land. Grabbing his underwear Peter quietly slipped out of the room. His head hurt but it was only a slight discomfort.
Passing the small hallway that led to the kitchen he stopped suddenly before the bathroom door. The vanity mirror was closed for once and reflected in it was something Peter had almost forgot. He touched his bicep delicately tracing the outlines of the new ink. There were two intricately paired Ps curled in an elegant script. It was healing nicely. It was supposed to be a gift for her. Now it only stood as a testament of their bond.
He had always been her favorite. Of course she would never admit it, especially in front of her adoring children and later grandchildren. Wendy Darling had loved all her children equally, biological and adopted ones. But he knew there was something special about himself that made her smile every time he walked into the room or when he would tell her about all the thrilling dreams he had about pirates and mermaids how she would gasp with mock horror or excitement. It seemed like such a long time ago.
He sighed, it was all over now. He reached the kitchen and grabbed the only edible thing in the fridge. Halfway through his squishy half blackened banana he surveyed the damage of last night. There was no way he was going to help clean this mess up. Mike and Wen’s parties were legendary in college and often went on for several…well days. He kicked some empty bottles out of the way and went to her room on the other side of the flat.
The door was open and Wen lay like a queen on a massive purple duvet. She was not alone however. Three half naked guys littered her bare floor, passed out, he noticed one guy from his A level qualification class.
“Well, it looks like you outdid yourself Wen.”
“I aim to please.” she patted the duvet gently waiting for him. He slid tummy first onto the silky bed next to her.
“Steven, really?” he whispered.
She smiled and pulled a cigarette from her sequin clutch. “Well, not really. I told them they all had to wank each other off and the last one standing didn’t have to sleep on the floor.” She saw Peter’s surprised look and she smiled, “Of course they all passed out before any of the fun could start, pity that.”
He smiled, yes indeed a pity. He reached out and found a soft little pillow to rest his head while staring up at the tiny figure next to him. He loved her candid personality, the wicked way in which thought. He absently traced the outlines of her ribcage all the way up to the black strap of her lacey push-up.
“My, what a little tease you’ve become.”
“Oh bugger off. You still fucking my cousin?” she said and passed him the cigarette. He took a small hit and gave a tiny cough.
“I think it’s the other way around.” He sighed passing it back.
They lay there quiet for a while; Wen, absently playing with his hair and Peter fondling all the silly lacy trimmings of her bra. Until finally:
“She always loved you the best you know.”
He pretended not to hear.
“Crazy granny Wendy,” she exhaled. “You know I don’t even remember where you came from. All of sudden you were just there you know. I think the first time I saw you...It was at John’s 6th birthday party, I remember sitting with all my cousins in a circle, and you were just there, strange huh?”
“I don’t feel like talking about it.” He only had a vague idea of what she was talking about. His past was never a good idea to bring up. It always made him morose.
“But it was like you just fell into the family. Not that it was that strange of course; Wendy did have a penchant for wayward children.” Then she smiled and continued petting his hair. “I always loved your crazy hair, although mum said she always wanted to take the clippers to you and give you a proper haircut. But granny never let her-“
“And now she’s dead, can we talk about something else now?”
“Fine.” She fumed. “What are you going to do after college?”

____________________________________________________________

Peter did not like to talk about his past mainly because he could not remember most of it. The only thing that held true in his mind was Wendy. Wendy Darling had taken him in when he was around ten years old and those were the happiest times of his life…well for as long as he can remember. It was infuriating that he could not remember anything before that. Sometimes he would have glimpses of trees and dirty faces and fireflies in the night but they never lingered and he would just cast it off as silly dreams of his boyhood.
What did it matter anyway? He had found a home, or a loving home had found him. She took care of him, even in her advanced years she still looked after him like he was truly hers. She was still a proud and lovely looking old woman, but it was her immense kindness and amazing ability to tell the most wonderful stories that drew them to her and why almost everyone referred to her as ‘granny Wendy’ even by the neighbors. But she never neglected her duties toward him and taught him how to read and to write and even when he got into trouble, which was often, she never reproached him, just asked him, ‘now what did he learn from your mistake?’
When he was sixteen and time to start college he was afraid to leave her. But she had promised that she would visit him. He was going to stay at her granddaughters house with her son Michael who was about to start college as well. He didn’t want to go, but she reminded him that everyone had to grow up and move on sometime. Peter now remembered that was about the same time when Wendy first became really sick.
He didn’t like it there at first. He hated school, he hated the people who went there, and he especially didn’t like Michael. But he had promised that he would try.
But they didn’t really get along at all; Peter was often stubborn and slightly cocky, while Michael laid back and high most of the time teased him relentlessly. That was until one night, when he thought everyone was asleep, Peter couldn’t hold off anymore and gave in to a midnight wank. Michael, who was supposed to be sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room, silently made his way over to Peter and decided to help him get off.
It was new, it was exciting, and boy was it an adventure.
Since then they were as thick as thieves. Like night and day Michael’s mum used to say. Peter with his ashy blonde hair and electric green eyes and Michael’s dark black hair and pretty but often mysterious blue ones. For once he was happy again, and forgot about missing Wendy and her stories. Although she would visit often, he and Mike were often busy at college or hung over at his cousin Wen’s place. But she was happy for him, or so she often said.
When he turned eighteen everything started to go downhill. Michael became a little more aloof than usual, classes were beginning to toughen up in preparation for the A level examinations, and Wendy only visited once this year, her condition getting worse. The time for fun and games slowly ebbed.
The day before she died he was at her bedside. He had skipped a whole week of school to be by her. He would just sit on the floor next to her bed while she pet his hair and told him how much she loved him.
“Do you remember the story of the boy who could fly?” she said weakly.
“Yes Wendy.”
“Do you remember his name?”
“Of course I do Wendy; you said you named him after me because I was such a pain in arse when I was younger.”
She chuckled, “Yes that’s what I said, didn’t I?”
“Peter Pan. The boy who could fly, he was the one who would always chase his shadow. Hmm, lucky I never chased my shadow around the house eh Wendy, I would have been a right nutter.” He turned to look at her.
She smiled, her crinkly eyes shining bright.
“You will always be my little Peter Pan.” She closed her eyes exhausted after that.
Later that night Michael had taken him out to get roaring drunk and because he was so distraught the buzz he was getting was hardly satisfying, he later walked out of the pub so no one could see him crying. What a silly boy he was, he thought to himself. When are you ever going to grow up and realize that people die all the time? Michael came out minutes later and they began to walk.
It was when they passed a tattoo parlor that an idea occurred to him. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol still in his system that made him walk through the dingy entrance, but to his relief, Michael followed behind him. This was something so completely reckless and foolish that he knew Wendy would get a kick out of it. After all, he was her little Peter Pan, reckless and foolish often went hand in hand with the wild jungle boy of her stories. They left an hour later with a bandage on Peter’s arm and one on the small of Michael’s back, running back to her place.
When they reached her house Moira, Michael’s Mom, was waiting for them. Peter stopped cold.
“She’s waiting for you.” she said her eyes red-rimmed and moist.
He ran up the stairs two at a time and through her door. He was quickly by her side. She was not conscious at the moment as she lay on the bed. He clasped her hands in his and knelt. The tears were coming again and he hated himself for it. This was not happening, he thought to himself. He could not lose her, his only mother and friend.
“Boy, why are you crying?”
He looked up at her.
“I’m not crying.”
She smiled and closed her eyes again for the final time. He didn’t have a chance to show her his surprise.

To be continued.
Chapter 1 The Corruption

The Corruption

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 07:44:07 GMT

LETS SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO MY CHARACTER IS.

He had never felt so unwell since…well, he could not remember. It was sweltering hot and he felt sticky. A window almost too far away came into view. Stumbling with the latches he thrust it open and leaned over the sill as the cold rush of air ran across his clammy pale body.

The scattered lights of the city, so different than before, sparkled in the semi-darkness. He inhaled shakily and looked down. Streetlights, how annoying they were casting sickly looking yellow hues on the people two stories below. He remembered how beautiful the city had looked at first. Now he hated it. It was like an angry and ugly jungle.

Jungle, hmm somehow that wasn’t the right word because jungles didn’t scare him. Nothing usually did. Well maybe except losing her. But he couldn’t have helped that. No matter how much he wished it.

A strong pat on his back made his head spin and he tried greatly to keep from heaving. Dizzily he half turned back into the apartment. The noise of the party roared back and assaulted his ears. He looked down at Michael now slumped lazily against the wall and the floor that was littered with empty cans and bottles. There was a small light and then something acrid smelling billowed up towards him.

“How are you feeling?” said Michael in between puffs.

“Not so hot. Why are these people still here?” he gestured to the random groups clustered in dark corners and on top of couches. He saw through the haze that some had very little on. He turned back outside and looked down at himself still clutching the window. His shirt was missing.

“Where else would they be?” he shrugged indifferent.

He didn’t know or care. All he wanted was for them to go away and leave him alone. Why did she have to go away? She always knew the right thing to say to make him feel better. A flood of memories overtook him then. Of nighttime stories and warm embraces and then only a glimpse, just always out of reach, of some far off place behind the stars. Immediately sadness overtook him. He wanted to go home.

“Michael,” his voice rose “take me back.”

“Back where?”

His voice shook, “I, I want to go home.”

“But you are home babe. This is where you live now.”

He did not hear him get up, but suddenly hands clasped his waist and turned him around so that his butt leaned on the sill. He was facing Michael now, his thighs nestled mockingly in between Michael’s legs.

“What’s the matter? You’re….you’re not thinking of her again are you?”

He looked hard into those cold blue eyes and was about to reply when he started to feel sick again.

“Ugh, do you have anything…”

“Hmm, looks like you coming down pretty bad…here, take this.”

He felt something chalky brush against his lips but he would not let it enter.

“What is it?”

“Does it matter? Come on, you know you want to. It’ll make you feel better. Real better.”

He knew he was being lied to, but staring into those dangerous lapis pools, they both knew he would succumb. Slowly he parted his bottom lip and felt a soft thumb push the pill into his mouth and he swallowed.

They just stood there while the music pulsed away until he could sense the drug starting to take effect. Everything seemed slightly better. His skin tingled and he could feel the electricity in the air as he swayed randomly to an unfamiliar beat. He could feel Michael’s soft moist breath at his neck as he kissed him, tenderly making his way up to his ear.
When he reached his lips he pulled back suddenly.

“No.” was all he could say. His head had gotten so fuzzy. When his pursuer tried again he awkwardly tried to use his hands to block him but they remained dead weight.

He vaguely saw Michael smile mischievously and ask, “Why not? Don’t you want to feel better?” But before he could protest again a sly tongue slipped languidly across his lips and he found that he could not deny him any longer. He felt one of the hands leave his waist and unbutton the front of his jeans in search of the hardness that lay beneath.

“It looks like I’m not the only who’s excited.”

He slowly felt himself being led through the throng of people in the apartment past the small dark kitchenette and through a bedroom door. He was laid gently on the mattress that covered almost the entire room. There were no lights but he was not afraid. As he sprawled out he willingly let himself be undressed. He sighed and moaned at the hot caresses and whatever he was on made everything feel even better than before.

As their bodies moved and thrust against each other with labored breaths, he arched his back waiting and ready to be entered.

“Michael? Do you remember her stories?”

“Peter, you are the strangest boy…”

“Fine. Just fuck me already so I can see the stars again.

There was a pause.

“Second one, to the right?” came a whisper

So he did remember.

Writer's Block: Tricky Questions

Fri, 16 Jan 2009 06:41:01 GMT

What is your first reaction when someone says "I need to talk to you"?

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I think of everything I did wrong in the past 5 years in 5 nano seconds leaving my body in suspended animation with an incredulous and moronic look on my face that has a tinge fear.

California Approves Gay Marriage Ban

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 01:41:42 GMT

Supporters made clear that gays and lesbians were their main target.

The comments by the biggots are simply the best...

its the destruction of morality in our society.

We have allowed pornography into every aspect of world

if you choose to live left of center dont expect everyone to follow

The word GOD should NOT be used in gay marriages, because he does NOT approve.

Yes...God Bless America indeed.

Writer's Block: I Love Lucy

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 14:39:34 GMT

I Love Lucy premiered today in 1951, and has been on the air ever since. Although Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz’s marriage didn’t last off the air, Lucy and Ricky are one of the great couples in television history. Who is your favorite TV couple?

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Oliver Sabel and Christian Mann from Verbotene Liebe. Amazing chemistry and even more incredible acting!

come on they're adorable together!

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:14:28 GMT

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