Sayings

What you want might make you cry, and what you need might pass you by.

Poem: Two Roads

This is one of my favorite poems, and it has held some recent importance. i have a strong love for not only the poem but also its subject matter. (ignore the fact that it was on a truck commercial).

ROAD LESS TRAVELED
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Look into it

ok, i must give a shout out to a a Cd that i have be having a rampid love affair with. Postal service is older but an absolute must have, look into it.

Beverly Hlls Trash

Eww... so rod stewarts daughter (soon to be paris' buddy on Simple life) has a new boyfriend- her moms ex boyfreind. think about first rob got a new wife so young that her step daughter can date her leftovers and that lil' stewart is learnin the same moves as her mama on the same gur (4 year diference).

Quote

"You wanna here matt sqeal like the little b*tch that he is!" as my boss hits me and 'locks' me in the back office, its alright some times i deserve to get beat. ~Michella

Pride Week Wrap Up

the Parade: hoW IT bEgINs
Today marks the end of pride week! Well it started off with me waking up far too early for my hour and forty five minute trek to the old market in Omaha’s down town. I figured the parade would need what ever support it could get. There I met up with Brian and received the new Cold play cd… not a bad way to start a day (despite the 20 minutes it took to find parking on the opposite side of the city). But brian and I chased after the parade until it hit its end in a large rainbow flavored cheering crowd of leather, Hispanic dancers and purple man wigs…awww.

The Crowd
After me and brian began to trail through the surprisingly large crowd we met up with brian’s friend tejee (?). we all then wandered around the circus of towering drag and pets looking at different tables full of churches, organizations and history- mostly to find the cool sticker for myself. walking through the crowd tej eventually accumulated flags, in which the group of us would be deck out in as we left the concert to head down town for a bite to eat. i didnt get as many looks as i assumed i would with two little flag sticking out of my jeans. *shout out* we ended up at delice, possibly the best desserts in the whole midwest, if u ever visit omaha, u need to go to delice. after a delightful meal we walk around the old market and fallowed brians suggestion to go into the passage way, a closet like four story atrium, with unique shops and restaurants, there i discovered a small museum that specialized in stitching bronzed skulled together with an exhibit straight out of 'Nightmare before Christmas.’ we wandered around until we found this eden-esc hidden garden oasis surrounded by the city walls, eventually figuring out the puzzles of the bronze statues which aliened with planets. soon after my friend sammy called and back to the celebrations we went. I met my rainbow color gal pal, and the first thing that she wanted (besides the transvestite) was one of the stickers! so it became a mission with only a few minutes left on the clock we found the table… and forced brian to the get the stickers for us, then finished off the afternoon listening to the live guitar show. I left happy, satisfied and a half an hour late for work… well I was happy til some homeless guy stole my sticker and lost my flag.

That Awful Night
After an eventful afternoon I was eager go back downtown to see the night crowd (it was around 11 or so) there I met up with two different character bryan and Jordan, then was introduced to a nice soon to be classmate jc. We sat in a craptastic tex mex restaurant so that b could have some margaritas while we wait for the club to open for us minors. I must say I was a little envious of drunkass b. after getting bored and striping for a bachlorett party, me and jc left to go “take a pole”and then took the group down a twisted adventure of back allies and station parking lots. Half way through the walk every one had to go so jc finds an ugly Sion box car, and lets it flow. Right then the lights start to blink, but no car alarm. Soon you see two large leather guys from the club with a remote starter headed towards jc. I ran.
The guys were cool though. We regrouped and began to wait in line for … the run. The biggest sh*t hole club in the ground u’ll eva see. We get in, b and j are off, jc hang out kiss gratuitously, b get lost and jc finds some desperate (see quote of the week) and I am left standing admits the group of unsightly vain night-crawlers *shutter* havin the nerve to hit on me. So I sit on the curb outside and talk to whomever is up at 2 am. I decide that the night sucks and I want to go so I go back to the door, where the body guard stops, gets an attitude (he hated me so some reason) and tells me to go to the end of the line. And who is at the end of the line, none other than my ex LaKendrick.. oops I mean “Drew.” So I would have to go around wait behind him and the old guy he was with, cold and alone, for an hour. The femme b*tches might be good for something b/c the ones in the front convinced the bodyguard to allow me in this once. I go in and say my good byes and stormed out. Of course the other 3 very quickly fallowed, except jc. i sat and talked on the side walk as jc stood behind and rubbed my shoulders and rested his thigh against the back of my head. As the conversation went on he slow sat down and slipped underneath me movin his hands down (while rolled my eyes and texted omar back). Then a convertible squeals in and its no other than desperate . Jc jumps up throwing me back to the concrete, (its all right ya’ll I saw it comin and elbowed him in the shin). I didn’t get home until 5 and the sun was up and I was in.

Today: HOw iT eNds
Today I went back to see the end of the Summer Festival and celebrate my own private end of pride week. I wondered around the live music venues and art showcases and didn’t brake a thing. It was a beautiful day and right off of the large central park. Around lunch I got hungry and found a large blue bunny vender, I figured $3 get 3 scoops of ice cream… it ended up being 2 pints. It was hot out so I had to eat fast, so with in a few minutes I had a stomach ache and brain freeze. I was happy it was me and my best friend ice cream sitting in the shape watch people dance to austalian music. I found another little hidden museum again but had no one to go in with, so ill save it for anther time.

Popular Poetry "Good Night"

This is one of my most favorite poems.This poem is boldness. It evokes strength and is less soft lyric more of a battle cry. Read this when upon protest and in defense of something you know to be right and use it when battling the status quo. When you feel weak or in need emotional understanding in the midst of frustration, this poem is power and meant to break the silence. Thus like all poetry it must be read aloud (in my mind at the top of your lungs, you must be pumped… if not save it for another day.)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near , who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be ga y,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Quote of the week

"this would be a lot more fun if you weren't in a wheel chair... oh stop crying" during a fathers day picnic

huh

well, right now P.F. Changs is burning down and the only thing that i can think of is... who will save Mary Lou

Quote of the week

“There is nothing hotter then desperation.”
~Brooklyn

Delima

Well, right now i am writing from a computer that i have never writen on and writing in a place that i have never written in before. hard to beleive such a place exist for me because i have wrote on nearly every computer in public access Omaha( ...more or less due to my ravenous editing computer at home), but that is because i am not in Omaha, i am in Lincoln. i have not moved yet just here for preperations and enrollment (and most importantly visiting Jobey). UNL appears to be a better school, and i would also be near my sis to help with a a new born, here i would get a "nice" degree, i would be indepedance from parents, and get out of UNO for petty (but powerful) reasons. however i am forced to take a higher level math coures now and take forgien language classes until i graduate, i probably will not land a high enough paying job, i have no roomates (i willy on my own finaces which are ns, and cannot afford the Univ. apts) and cant afford to live on my own and missed almost all my chances to meet and greet people by transfering so late. i know my sis could use me, i'd have a new start, and i would like to get a better education at a better school. so i dont know what to do i can move and loose a lot of money, close friends and my high GPA, or help out close family and recieve a better degree. i dont know what i should do.

Popular Poetry

This is a new segment of my blog that i will focus on over the summer. In this category I had to kick it off with the only poem that I could think of that practically summarizes my high school years, I was a lot of work to excavate and rediscover ‘my roots’, but here it is… Titanic

The famous ship
1550 people went for a dip
It wasn't such a good trip
People drowned and they frozen(?!)
Now it is a major motion picture
There weren't enough boats
How sad

Quote

"You dont really know how many people he has been with even though you are the only person in hhe bed... 3ways are the easy party, it's intamacy thats the btch"
~Carrie

Fable from my Childhood

There once were two jugs that belonged to an old woman. the left jug was round and solid, and the right jug round but cracked. every morning this old women would walk down to her water well and filled up her two jugs up; and every morning the right jug would leak all its water on the trek back. one day the right jug asked "Why don't you just throw me away? Do you know i cant hold any water? I have no purpose." the old lady smiled and replied "i know you have a that hole because i made you that way, why do you think i was able to plant all my beautiful flowers on the edge of the path which you water every day."

quotes of the week

".. see a former gay classmate", "... I was gay since long before","Will homosexuality in 100 years not exist","...I'm queer, and that's it", "... off to think about gay mormons", "...Arn't you tired of using the word gay yet?"

'The interseting propostion' revealed

yes titles are titles, and not much more. No, i dont believe in defining people and classifying them into a limited group but i do believe in talking about the person that i am with the freedom to not be forced to use cruel, odd terms. i personally have my reservations about the Kinsey scale (quite honestly find it false, but that is a whole other development). I would not comfortably classify or restrict, rather i want to merely inform. I want to allow for an understanding; a mere word that I can use instead of gay or queer. i have personally arrested any further language of bigots. a name that I have chosen is Spartan, though ridiculous sounding at first it fills in a lacking void. it should be no different than stating that one is a Unitarian (it is a word that helps illistate some belifes) or that you like coldplay (it shows taste, but not everything that you enjoy) a spartanite just shows, for me, what i like, similar to the other two, and does not need the restriction.
What this term means to me is the appreciation of the male body and mind. this, to me, does not show sex or limits appreciation of females, as the rest of the terms. but rather a position held that the male body is beautiful and can be appreciated. this should not mean that you are gay, bi or straight. this is more of a line of thought rather than a label. it is a strong phrase that one can use by those who are tired of gay. If you have ever written on a similar topic like this, reread and look at everything. look at the terms that you are using given by a sexually scared society. look at how many times you have to write gay or queer or homo because there is nothing else. Aren't you tired of using the word gay? do you know what these terms really mean. if you look at the writings there are words needed. ones that are not scared but strong. i only wanted a term that i can be proud of, a better word not a labels, not something named by a bigot or outside society. i want to write beautifully with out remorse of my vocabulary.
I am a little envious, lesbian is a beautiful name with a beautiful meaning. it is something with history and has a rich feminine culture. there is no lexis parallel to lesbian though the men are equal with the women in struggle and expression. i would merely want something that shows i am male and i am not afraid of the male body. i want a strong word so that i may write and fight and most importantly to inform. now this is not a catch all clarification, this could be over simplified and used as a title, but even if that dooms day scenario would come true and people would to use this new term as lingo- it still has strength. which would you rather use as a bigot 'queer', 'fag' or shout to you the name of warriors?
I want to be able to talk about myself, i want to be able to talk about what i like, how did queer become my best option? i dont want a lable, i want a revolution. i want to write and speak and i want people to know me, talk to me and to express themselves without the repress of deficient terminology, this is just freedom from convention, in my mind. the ability to have another person view me the way i want to be viewed. you may come up with what ever words you wish really, just see how easy it is to write positively without ignorant slang (like gay meaning happy or queer meaning out of place). to relinquish using those words shouldnt mean you need relinquish writing about whom you love or iconically admire, there needs to be a declaration, an idea. A 'Spartanite' is just my comfort quote, my line of thought or expression, so label this label however you please. come up with your own ideal, the groundwork has been set and the vocabulary is missing.
i want to talk about something that i can not, i am something that does not exist, i dont need a title, i need a conversation, i want a revolution of words.

Blogging fit for a King

i found this when searching through blogs, ill post it for some friends. Interesting way to keep in touch... Ex-Kings Royal Blog

"Deep Throat" has identity

Mystery revealed from Watergate Scandal! Recently, and with much due media excitement the ambiguous informant known as Deep Throat was reveled. His identity is that of W. Mark Felt, the former FBI official
Much of the allure of the Nixon Herrings was due to on unsolved character infamously named “Deep Throat.” He met with two reporters and informed them of what was happening. These articles attracted the attention of the nation and perpetuated the scandal that went all the way the White House.
Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward, two reporters for The Washington Post, pursued the story immediately after a break-in to steal and sabotage Democratic Party secrets during the presidential race. The two reporters filed groundbreaking stories on Watergate and were aided by a source known as "Deep Throat". The reporters' work eventually won the Post the Pulitzer Prize for Public Service and ensured their place in journalism history.
The scandal began during the run-up to that year's presidential election, when Democratic Sen. George McGovern was running against Nixon. Five men were arrested at DNC's headquarters at the Watergate office-hotel-apartment complex in Washington.The men were at DNC headquarters to photograph key documents and replace eavesdropping equipment installed during a previous break-in.
A Watergate security guard, Frank Wills, discovered them and called the police, who arrested the five men at gunpoint in the DNC offices.The burglars were found to be part of the "plumbers," a White House unit set up to investigate information leaks in the presidency of sensitive information because of Nixon’s strong paranoia from the release of the Pentagon Papers.
One of the burglars, retired CIA employee James McCord, was employed by the Committee to Re-elect the President as a security consultant.As the scandal progressed, many Nixon administration officials linked to the break-in and cover-up were convicted of charges relating to Watergate.The list included John Mitchell, Nixon's onetime campaign chairman and former attorney general; former White House chief of staff H.R. Haldeman; John Dean, Nixon's White House counsel; and John Ehrlichman, Nixon's domestic policy adviser.
Then on July 13, 1973, a White House aide named Alexander Butterfield told the Senate committee's staff members about the taping system that recorded Nixon's Oval Office conversations. Three days later, the revelation became public in a televised hearing.
The ensuing uproar only increased demands in Congress that Nixon be impeached. Nixon replaced Cox with Texas attorney Leon Jaworski and agreed to release some of the subpoenaed tapes.
But on July 24, 1974 -- 25 months after the break-in -- the Supreme Court unanimously ruled the White House must turn over more audiotapes. Three days later, the House Judiciary Committee passed the first of three articles of impeachment.
Nixon then released the tapes six days later. On one tape was the so-called "smoking gun," showing that six days after the break-in Nixon had tried to use the CIA to block the FBI investigation of the burglary.The tape connected Nixon directly to the burglary, a fact he had long denied, including his famous quote, "I am not a crook." The minimal support Nixon had in Congress disappeared.
On August 8, he announced his resignation, effective at noon the next day, without admitting any guilt.
"Always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself," he said in his farewell address to the White House staff on August 9.
cnn.com

Quote: Funny Bar Quote

"grandpa, why do we eat at Arby's?
-because, it reminds me of your Grandma"
~Tina

Quote

"haha, it's funny cause it's a plain crashing into a hotel..."