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As you all know, CJames has kept a low profile with regards to personal appearance. He hides behind the anonymity of his goatliness. However, I have found a way to unmask him once and for all.... C. James lives on my floor of the dorm at USM!!!!!!!! I'll take a picture, but one of the lil names on the doors is "C. James", hehehe! So watch out, you silly goatly goat, I shall catch you entering or exiting that room eventually, and when I do, everyone will know your secrets!!! (whatever they may be!!!) Yes, random, I know. It did, however, tickle me as I walked by, saw the name, and pondered about the possibility of a goat taking night classes.

Haha, I've slept over at a few girls' houses... even slept in the same bed as a few. ~shrugs~ It's easier for me to feel comfortable around girls than guys. They're so much more normal. I HAVE been told before that I don't walk, I "float". I say it came from years of marching, and you're not supposed to move anything above your hips... so I didn't have any of that normal pendulum-ish movement most guys have, or the bobbing head thing. I took very even, measured eight-to-five steps, lol. However, almost every single person who suddenly finds out that I'm gay is like "WHAT?! REALLY?! I would've never guessed!". ~shrugs~ Guess I give off conflicting signals or something.

If you dare tell me I can't smoke, I will hold you down and blow the smoke in your face just to spite you. Then I just might put the cigarette out on you. If you don't like the smoke, stay the hell away from the smokers. Most of us smoke outside, in the open, and you have to be standing downwind of us to get a lungful. Those of you who don't smoke, I'm happy for you. I'll quit some day when I can find the right motivation and circumstance (working on that). Until then, I'm gonna keep on doing it. You should all already be happy since they're assraping us as far as price goes just to give ourselves cancer.

I thought Harry Potter magic was just kind of cutesy. Not much depth to it. It kind of got deeper toward the end but it was still very wishy washy as far as mechanics and theory went. Just way too vague to decide if I liked it as a system or not. It worked for JK, though, so go her.

Phonics, you silly brits. COLOR!!!

I like David Eddings' version. Y'know, the whole the will and the word thing.

Some random guy just called me cutiepie... I dunno if I should feel like I was ridiculed or complimented... but it kinda made me giggle.

CONNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~hugs!~

I took a look at the plot of Equus and I just didn't take to it. It made a bit of sense, but it was like it was tainted by some sort of half-assed freudian logic that doesn't quite make sense... ah, hard to explain, but basically I didn't think it had any serious value or any real substance to the play. When I watch or read something, I want it to produce a certain feeling or give me some sort of insight. That just didn't seem like it would deliver what I wanted.

Famous Last Words- My Chemical Romance (yeah yeah yeah, I love this song)

Well, well, well... this is interesting. It reminds me of the South Park episode where the immigrants come from the future and then all the rednecks are like "THEY TOOK OUR JOBS!!" and yeah... you should watch it, it's great. Anyway, um, yeah... I'm not even gonna attempt to argue a point in here because somebody'll get mad.

Hehe, I picked partner. Why, you ask? Well, I shall indulge you all with an explanation! (cause I'm a chatty bastard like that) A partner helps with all of those. If you have someone who really does love you and wants to stand beside you and help you no matter what, then it's a lot easier to make all the rest of your decisions. You know that if you f**K up, you'll have somebody who can catch you and point you back in the right direction if necessary. Where to live? How about centered around where your and your partner's family are? Or maybe you have someplace in mind for a career opportunity? So yeah, it's easier to make that decision with someone else throwing in some ideas and motivations. Accepting who you are? It's a lot easier to accept yourself if someone else lets you know that they accept you, too. Profession? Ah, that's mostly a personal decision but it can still be influenced by what your partner thinks, and what they think you would enjoy, and the ideas they share with you. Beliefs? C'mon, you gotta be influenced/shaped/changed/whatever on this one by your partner. That's pretty obvious. Anyway, you get the picture. I just really think that picking the RIGHT kind of partner makes everything else a lot easier. If you have someone who's dependable, intelligent, forgiving, and thoughtful, then yeah... a lot of that other stuff could be easier. Then again I'm a sucker for lovey dovey shit.

Umbrella- Rihanna HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE IT?! It's so sweet... ~has a sudden urge to share an umbrella with a cute boy~ !

Really hesitant yes because I'm just not fond of this theme and nothing comes to mind. Plus, y'know, I'm still running around like a lunatic doing stuff.

Don't hate on Quinn... he was sweet. You know, people like that aren't really self centered. We're just manic and freaky and don't know what the hell is going on half the time. So we ignore things that should be obvious... like I mean, I dunno, but for me.... I have sixteen thoughts going around in my head at any given time. Each one of those thoughts springs a tangent from which my mind starts going... at the SAME time as I start thinking about other things. This multiplies so fast I lose track of what's going on in my head constantly, and it's serious work to juggle it all. Carrying on conversation on a deep level is difficult just because of the amount of shit going through my head, and actually noticing what's going on around me is almost impossible when I'm like that. I'm terrible with directions and things like that because of the way my brain does that eight billion thoughts at once thing. I also second guess every one of those thoughts. It gets to be this gigantic, complex, perilously balanced mess of ideas. So yeah... sometimes it's not that we're stuck up or self centered or mean or stupid or lame or boring... just that we're severely distracted by what's going on in our heads. I liked Quinn. I thought he was cute.

GO YOU.

U.S., down here in good ole Mississippi. It's not bad here... it's just hot as hell. And humid. And we get hurricanes every now and then. Oh and uh, bunch of crazies and whatnot. But generally it's a pretty fun place. It just depends on where you are exactly and what you're doing and all that stuff. I mean, it's Mississippi... what can you expect? I'd like to move some day, but I want to be in a place where I have people I care about around me, so that means I probably won't be moving way away any time soon.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJ CJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! GO YOU SEXY GOAT YOU!!!!!

My mommy. Yeah, it seems like a kinda copout type answer, but trust me, it's not!!! She's just amazing in every way, I've never met another person like her. If anybody deserves anything and everything they have ever wanted, it's her. NO ONE else can say that they've tried as hard as she has. Okay, first off, she had my older sister when she was like nineteen and got married and all cause that was just the way things worked back then. She put up with an abusive drunk for years because she felt that kids need a father or some shit like that. Anyway, she was always one tough bitch. She's stood her ground in the face of things that would make me cry like a little girl and run away. The one time my dad ever tried to hit me, 130 pound Mama kicked his 210 pound ASS. Like she FLEW on him and just... lol, it was great. My sister smacked him with a skillet, bent the handle. Good times, good times. But yeah, it took a lot for her to get up the guts to leave. She saw that even though my dad had gone to AA meetings and rehab more than a couple times, he wasn't gonna change any. Finally, my dad got fired or quit or some shit, and there was no way my mom could possibly make enough to pay the house payments every month. So, he kinda left us, and she ended up filing bankruptcy. The bank f**ked us on the house. It was worth 300k, huge house, and they persuaded her to agree to go ahead and hand it over in exchange for keeping her van. Something to do with a quick claim deed, versus the amount of time and cash they'd have spent going through the financial mess that existed. So yeah, a little while later we find out that the house was sold at one of those distressed property auctions for a ridiculously small amount. Like a three figure amount. We also found out the lawyer my mom hired was also working for the bank that was making that deal at the same time. Yeah, that's a serious conflict of interest, but she got screwed very effectively; no way to prove anything technically illegal occurred, much less the money to throw at a serious lawsuit. My mom, in her late thirties, started over. She took all of us, got certified as an insurance agent, and has towed the line ever since all by her lonesome. I look at how much stuff costs, the shape her credit was in, how expensive five kids are, and I have no idea how she's managed. She worked weekends, too, for a long time. Painting/cleaning/fixing houses that were going to be rented. For a while, we didn't get child support, so it was really tight. DHS also decided that we weren't quite poor enough to continue receiving food stamps or medicaid, so that means she had to cover those expenses, too. All along, she's made absolutely certain that each one of us has had everything we need, and most of what we want. When I got into band, got first chair, and showed some potential, she shelled out 3k for my sax. One year, for my birthday, I had been eyeing the PS2. I never expected to get one, cause they were 300 bucks, y'know, that's just a bit much to waste on something as stupid as a PS2. I got it, though. I've never gone hungry (though ramen noodles got old sometimes, lol), never really had to do without. I mean I always knew money was tight, but she made it stretch enough to take care of everybody. She always knows what to do in every situation. She's got a great sense of humor, and is a really great woman. She's accepting, kind, and she's the only person in the entire world whose love I have never questioned. She's the only person I would trust with anything I considered truly important. Well, there's not much I can really say that'll let you know just how awesome she really is. I don't think there's ever been a better person. Yeah, she's normal and she makes mistakes, I know, but she's also overcome things that break other people. So yeah, out of all the people I've ever met I respect her the most. Nobody else even comes close. I'm a mama's boy... kiss my ass.

Silly people. Silly people always make me smile. My friend Joey turned eighteen today. He's thinking about coming to the U.S. to go to college... hope he does, he'd have fun here.

This one is very true. Don't worry though. As mere waiters, we get our revenge. All those stories about people spitting in your food (or worse)... yeah, just don't be mean to the waiter and you don't have to worry. If you do happen to be mean... don't eat. The manager isn't always looking, and we WILL get vengeance.

Oh goodness.... that made me giggle. I'll add it to my collection of fairly-decent-dirty-jokes. I got some good ones to tell later, hehe...

Yay Conner.

Writing about the South is so damn sexy. That was awesome. Thanks for sharing.

If it were in the South, I'd definitely show up. Let's put it in Mississippi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just... not in the north half, k?