Ex-wuffles has ordered that I blog about dead gay dudes, so I shall.

Let's see. So ex-wuffles was talking to me the other day about like, this dead gay guy who had a house made out of glass. Apparently his name is Phillip Johnson. And he like, had this gay lover who lived near him. Y'know, I don't think having a gay lover and living in a glass house works very well. According to ex-wuffles, his gay lover, David Whitney was pretty epic too. I don't know much about him, though.

Oscar Wilde. I know he was a writer or a poet or something. I'm waiting for ex-wuffles to tell me random facts about him that I know she knows. I know that someone at my school started a painting of him in the same stairway as my forum leader's room. So ex-wuffles says that he wrote books and plays. And that he was super witty and stuff. And apparently he was a big guy, so when people harrassed him for being gay, he could beat the forking heck out of them. He apparently had a boyfriend named Bosie whose real name was Alfred. And Bosie was a big jerk and spent all his money on hookers, but he totally had a huge thing for him, so he ignored it or something. He also had a wife and two kids.

Frank O'Hara died young. At like, forty when he got hit by a car. And he went to the University of Michigan (Go Blue!) He wrote a lot of poetry. Including one that ex-wuffles and I stumbled upon during intro to lit. Here's my favorite part of the poem. It's called Steps.

'the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building’s no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much'

How fab is that? I think it has much meaning that I don't know about.

Another one of his poems has the following...

'That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.'
and
'You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.'

That's all for dead gay guys tonight. I want to play a little of WoW and get to bed. I have to get up early. Eleven. D:

What is wrong with the world?

I know I can be a terrible person, and other people can be terrible as well, but it's just so horrible what some people say. And most of them don't even realize what they're saying.

For example, I was playing World of Warcraft today. I know that that is the epitome of nerdiness, but I embrace it. Anyway, I was just starting out with pick up group, doing a dungeon. They had all been killed, and this one guy was just throwing around really horrible insults like they were smilies or 'lol's. Every time someone accidentally did something that pulled a group of baddies toward us, he would say something along the lines of 'U STUPID FAG!' or 'DUM NIGGER'. I asked him calmly if he knew what that meant and if he knew if they applied to us. I was promptly kicked from the group. That is the kind of person that should never reproduce.

And it's sad that that has happened several times over. I really think that people should watch what they say because it's insulting to some people. I know that little kids (like my little brother) play World of Warcraft and they tend to copy what other people say and do. Those people should know that they're teaching innocent children who could grow up to be kind and intelligent people.

The internet's just a terrible place for kids because of all these people who don't realize what they're doing and that it'll be open for anyone to see.

That was my emo post of the week.

Neopets is possibly the most addicting thing in the world.

I've totally been meaning to blog all day. I've promised myself I would try and do it everyday. I've made up a list of three reasons I put it off.

1. I've been sorta kinda not really busy. And by busy I mean sitting in a classroom at ten in the morning listening to this guy drone on and on about passing other cars. And at three I drove a car. Which really shouldn't be happening because I'm not the kind of person who should be operating heavy machinery. You see that picture above? That's what will end up happening if I drive anymore. Oh, and I've also been eating waffles.
2. I'm justifying this procrastination with the knowledge that I blogged late last night (which was the second time that day). So maybe technically based on that, I shouldn't have to do this.
3. And third and the biggest issue. I've been playing neopets. It is one of the single most addicting websites ever created. It's like... getting kids warmed up to spend all of their free time playing World of Warcraft. Which I totally approve of, by the way. I've spent most of my time on a game playing a game called Faerie Cloud Racers. My keyboards hate me. Even if I switch them, it's all AUGH. So I've probably spent a half hour or more saying various pseudocurses under my breath. Have you ever played that game with a keyboard that's all delayed for a second? You. Can't. Win.

So those are my reasons. They're pitiful. I just thought of another reason. Because I've been running around my house, eating waffles and belting out Disney songs. Mostly Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. Y'know, cause it's all many and stuff. I mean. LOOK AT THESE LYRICS—

When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large! And now that I'm grown I eat FIVE dozen eggs so I'm roughly the size of a BARRGGGEEE!

Also, Let's Go Fly a Kite and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious because they get stuck in your head so easily. The best part of today was definitely when my brother and mother began singing along. Though my brother has decided to say 'No one brushes his teeth like GASPATCHO. And I keep trying to correct him, but he's stuck in his little world where he's right.

I think we should go back to the idea of me using heavy machinery. I am a failure. And should not be trusted on the open road to murder innocent villagers. On the other hand, I should be allowed to pillage and rape villages with my viking comrades like we have done before. See that viking hat? How gorgeous is that? I bet that baby rapes and pillages bunches of villages. I bet no one would expect that baby to be an evil viking pillager. But once he puts his hat on, BAM. He's not to be trifled with. I mean, look at that cute blanket. Who doesn't love that?

By the way, vikings are the sexiest things ever. Except viking babies. That's just creepy.

You see these pictures of cars running dogs over and in a tree and in/on a roof? That's what I'm going to end up doing. D: I don't know if it's even possible, but I'll manage. I think everyone should evacuate the roadways whenever I'll be driving. The only reason I haven't run over anyone/anything—WAIT. I did run over a dead raccoon because it was on the side of the road and there were cars halfway in my lane, so I had to move over. Augh. It was horrible.

I'm going to end up not being able to parallel park or back out of driveways without running into things behind me (like my mom) or I'm going to end up running over a family (like my grandmother). I think it might be best if I just stayed off the roads. My family history isn't that great. On the other hand, Gigi (my other grandmother) seems to be a pretty good driver other than honking when we're pulling into the garage. And my dad is... I dunno. He hasn't driven me places very often, and when he has, I don't see anything wrong. At least he hasn't run over a family.

I have a really strong urge right now to tie a orange cloth around my head, draw whisker-type things on my face and run around screaming 'I'M NARUTO. I'M A FREAKING NINJA.' I hope you don't find it weird that I've done that before.