So, this morning was the biggest fiasco ever. I got up at seven to get Thomas ready for school, and by the time we were heading out the door I realize how nasty the roads are. Since it wasn't still snowing I had just assumed that they were plowed. At that point, my dad gets up and says "oh, yeah, someone was supposed to tell you that thomas has a snow day today." But Thomas was already up and dressed, both my parents went to work, so I have been watching him since seven this morning.

Maybe I exaggerated a little when I said biggest fiasco ever.







It's not my fault, this is just what my life has come to.

In other news, there is a group "coming out" movement for this christmas. And by group I mean my cousin Anna and me. I'm pretty sure everyone knows, especially since Anna's parents immediately called mine when She came out to them and asked for advice, but Anna is bringing her girlfriend home to meet the fam so it's kind of... official I guess. I just get to be there for immoral support. Unless I meet and seduce the man of my dreams by the twenty-fourth. Or at least someone decent looking who isn't too stupid. Anyone?

I had a dream that I was going to U of M flint, and I was trying to find my way to class with Andrea while the hallways kept turning and I had to help Andrea bleed herself so that she didn't swell full of blood and burst, like that girl in Willy Wonka but red instead of blue.

Then I had a dream where I was talking to Barack Obama, and he was telling me that he was dissapointed in me for some reason, but I didn't seem to understand why, and he wasn't explaining himself, so I told him to fuck off and I left the Oval Office. I feel bad about telling him to fuck off, even in a dream where he was being a douche.

I'm getting a light up penguin for christmas that will dance when I hook it up to my MP3 player! I'm gaining technological accessories!


Also, Repo: A Genetic Opera, in review:

Pretty good. There were several elements of the "opera" that did not lend themselves to film, and I see that the cinematographer had trouble translating some things. Any scene with group coordinated movement, for example. And some of the costumes... were odd. Shiloh wore a nighty that barely covered her bits half the time. Joan Jett showed up out of fucking nowhere, and I don't know why. There were odd bits where people who were not the center of attention did weird things in the background, like Luigi and Pavi dancing during the single mother's spiel in "Testify." And there were a few things that are on the soundtrack that aren't part of the final cut, so I'm hoping that they'll have the full version for the DVD.

However, most of the acting was awesome, there were no majorly bad singers, and the vast majority of the visuals were freakishly good. I can't believe that they had the production budget to do all that CGI with the floating billboards, and the holographic portraits of Marti. And the gore was excuisite, and that is from one whom indulges heavily in the genre. Not just the organs, which were all very good (this is one of the first movies that I've seen the special effects team represent the muscles in the stomache instead of just having the guts just spill out once the skin is split), but the blood spatter and the blood effects were fantastic. Nathan grimacing and slicing repeatedly into a person's living body resulted in blood flecking his face and dripping through his teeth. It was great. And when Shiloh lies in a pool of Mag's blood for a length of time, it is thicker and stringier when she gets up.


All in all, totally worth seeing on the big screen, and I will even buy it, providing the DVD does contain bonus scenes.



Zydrate comes in a little glass vial
(a little glass vial?)
(a little glass vial!)
And that little glass vial loads into the gun like a battery
And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off it sparks and you're ready for surgery
Surgery

I hate holidays.


Christmas Eve was funtimes... I spent most of my time talking to Anna and high-fiving Braelan (Braylin? Braelynne? I have no idea how to spell that kid's name) to keep him eating... he wouldn't stop staring at me the entire night, and then his sister Bri got in to it... the night ended with the two of them organizing the other children under ten and all attacking me while I curled up in a ball and cried.


I always knew it would come to that.


Okay, so I wasn't actually attacked by the children, but I know that they were planning something.


My Aunt Lee wanted me to be Santa this year, with her reasoning that I would be the first gay Santa for the family, but one of the cousins's boyfriend wanted to do it really really badly, so I stepped aside... but I think that it is now in writing that I have to do it next year... It sucks that my Aunt Lee is a lawyer, and Minnie is a notary... I'm legally bound.


Christmas itself was... fun. the morning was great, and then my mother's parents came over... and Jeff started talking to me about why I was wearing nailpolish... and didn't believe that I had just been bored while hanging out with Maria. Then he started telling me how smart I am and how I'm "going places..."

awkward.

My parents kept feeding me appletinis and my dad let me try some really good scotch... so that was fun.

I have twenty pounds of tea that needs my immediate attention.

So, Kent came over to eat dinner with me and the triple V today at five... We left the dinner with much less shell-shock to his system than I had anticipated... we were boring today, especially without Anton to perform for.

We left dinner at about 6, and went to my room to watch labyrinth. Apparantly Kent doesn't like David Bowie all that much, because the majority of the movie passed without him looking at the screen... I can't think of what it was that he found so interesting...

We made out all through Labyrinth, and then all through Saved, while my roommates tried to be real quiet in the next room and pretend that I wasn't making out with a guy on my bed. They probably assume we did much more, but I'm not about to dissillusion them. We only made out, though, for the record. Kent says he only went as far as we did after the party because he was still mildly intoxicated (liar, he'd been sober for the past hour). Anyway, he wants to wait in general to have sex, which is alright with me, I guess, so long as I don't have to wait too long... but I can take it slow. No really!

We talked a great deal, as well. He joins the limited ranks of people that I have slept with (sort of) who I can stand to have a conversation with. Actually, I think that he's the only one so far... and I guess that says much about my sexual proclivities.

I definitely wouldn't be as cool with the waiting for sex thing if he didn't live in Midland. I think that my brain would explode.

Now I just need to think of a great christmas gift that will get me into his pants... massage oils, a sexy neglige, handcuffs... I would say lube, but he could just use that with his vibrator...

For the love of God Montressor!

Now I begin to write the six page paper that's due tomorrow at 7 pm. Hoorah. I also need to remember to go to the bookstore and sell my books, so that I have money for the possible trip tomorrow and I can finally pay the security deposit on the house for next year.

Yay for me!








mmmmm, bondage.