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  1. thatboyChase
    You think your cool cause you use the reputation system?
     
    You think your hot cause I say something cool you gotta neg me for it?
     
    Well... f**k YOU and your stupid reputation system.
     
    Take that janky crap out so all the scared introverted losers don't have to go all negative because they did not like something you say.
     
    Take that janky crap out because I can rep myself into positive (that is a glitch btw)
     
    Rep system is fail and it'll ruin the site because people will get in rep wars because if somebody thinks I say something bad they're like "O NOEZ GOTZ 2 CLYKE HIM SO HE CAN GETZ NEGAUTIVESZ AND MAKE HIMZ LOOK BAD BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO"'
     
    f**k your janky system and how stupid it is. Its lame get it out, we want it out peition poll, I'll throw empty cheap beer cans at it. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
     
    but whatever, if you use the system your a loser and if you don't like what I say, tell me, rather than hide behind some negative symbol. if you don't like something tell somebody, it is better than hiding behind some mask. scardey cat boiz
     
    i'm going to go find some alcohol and pack a bowl maybe i'll post something more attractive later from the snowy land of sweden (2 days incoming)
     
    PEACE TOOLSHEDS.
     
    Oh and
  2. thatboyChase
    I'll keep this session brief.
     
    Summarize my fourth of july: sex, drugs, sex, fireworks, old glory and her greatness. Hang over.
     
    I went to Portland for that. Why? I have no idea. It was cheap (at least from what we got/we being my friends and I). I had fun, they had fun. The weather was "cool" figuratively and literally. I hate V necks and douche bags who wear them when they should not. I've never had so much coffee in my life while in Portland.
     
    I'd like to consider myself a professional boyfriend. I am good at it. I participated in sexting, anybody do that yet? Apart from it being arousing it is so entertaining and stupid.
     
    A close girl friend of mine claimed to think of me beyond a friend. I have no idea what to do. I got tickets for Harry Potter. It makes me want to become a wizard.
     
    I'm wrote this in an airport a few hours ago, waiting for my flight to London. I had begged my parents before I left for Portland and then while in Portland via phone. I'm going with an old friend, the plane flight will be catch up time. I also finished a cross word puzzle I had started back in June. I just posted this now in my hotel, and I am in desperate need of slumber. Did you also catch my mistype at the beginning, I meant to say "I'm writing" --hence sleep.
     
    I'll be in London for a week, then to Sweden and possibly Amsterdam (courtesy suggestion by Mark Arbour) However the latter two not in that order per sey. I return mid August-ish. What exactly is "mid August-ish?"
     
    I am really finding out I am not a solid, dedicated writer. It is a hobby, sure, but I am not committed enough or well
  3. thatboyChase

    The Wormwood

    By thatboyChase,

    An epic tale with a not so epic main character---
     
     
    Purpose is beautiful. A euphoria of some far off place, the way the clouds move and the people elect. Purpose is lovely. When you have purpose you feel complete, your purpose may change throughout your career as man, but you will always have something
  4. thatboyChase
    As I am writing this I am sitting in my lit class. My Professor, who likes to be called "Lewis" is talking about romanticism. I've been playing Chess for quite a while and keep using the 'undo' ability because I keep losing. It isn't that I don't respect what he is saying, but it is so methodical. He has gray hair and I'd clock him in his mid 50's, maybe early 60's. He screams literature. Powdery white hair, gravelly, lecture voice. The guy oozes the love for word, poetry and cracked out play writes. It's a respectable demeanor. I feel that if this class was taught by anybody else it would be remotely boring. He always wears jeans and a weird flannel shirt, usually every class but the design of the button up would change from day to day. Thank god. I even brought my laptop to class with the anticipation of boredom, half of the class shares the same sentiment that I do.
     
    ^^^ - i posted this later on so that happened rather than is happening. I just didn't edit cause i'm stoned
     
    But enough about the location, lets go to the topic of: ME.
     
    Last Friday my parents had friends in town and we hosted them and they threw some party at home. It was about six or seven of us. I am the only youth there but I had fun. My parents and their guests got incredibly drunk. Incredibly
  5. thatboyChase
    I'm writing this now smelling like cheap wine and cigarettes. I swear my friends went through at least 2 packs each tonight.
     
    Tonight, considering it a Sunday the day of rest, we went and bought four bottles of the cheapest wine we could find (11.99) or something. It was cheap and not worth of my throat, but it went down anyways in all of the cheap glory it held. Giving me a weird drunk, I washed that down with a few bowls, we pushed the car into the sand (we went to crystal cove) - we had to have people get out and hold down the spikes so we could get in to one of my friends Porsche cayenne.
     
    If you think about pushing those spikes down that can bust the tire of a Porsche that is kind of on the retarded side of ideas. We managed anyways. We played Deadmau5 (if you have an appreciation for music, you'll listen to the Mau5) really loud and almost ghost rode the whip into the ocean, also stupid. We played spin the bottle on the top of the car, tried at least. Maryland was there, from my previous previous blog ago.
     
    We were forced to make out in front of the group of 5, which turned into about 14 when more people came. The attention was fun, we both bathed in it with our wine drunks and floating in cigarette butts. He tasted like stale smoke, I don't smoke cigarette's, so my maw tasted of mother earth.
     
    Why we were so comfortable kissing before my very judgmental, wealthy, laguna beach friends? Well I'll Quinton Tarantino it for you:
     
    After the blog -you me and the devil make 3- I saw Maryland again at another party thinger. Much smaller and the booze was not as bountiful. We had a chance to discuss what happened and I actually brought up the girlfriend thing before I got to intoxicated, I remember the conversation in brief:
     
    Me: So what about [girls name]?
     
    This was after I mentioned we f**ked and he just laughed and nodded.
     
    Him: What about her.
     
    Me: You kind of cheated.
     
    Him: I guess.
     
    Me: You guess, well people usually don't do that.
     
    Him: I felt it was right.
     
    Me: I felt it was wicked.
     
    Him: Well you are quite wicked.
     
    I wasn't sure how to take that, being called wicked. I know in like Canada or something they say wicked like cool, so I assumed it was that. Or if he was indeed calling me evilly wicked, well, that was a first.
     
    After that we small talked, played beer pong with keystone, I think and then retreated to one of the beaches down the hill. We smoked some and sat on the beach and had a long discussion about how stupid my lit class is and if I'd throw a party since my parents are gone (which I did). We also talked about how attractive Bristol Palin is and why the MTV Movie Awards sucked and Andy Sandburg is unattractive and how retarded Nickelback is. But we all agree if we wanted to have anybodies voice, it'd be Chad Kroger's voice.
     
    He proceeded to tell me in so many words that we should keep whatever this is going. I just nodded and grunted and he held my hand and spewed some preformed crap he probably thought of driving down here. I just said alright. He wasn't that impressed and frowned. I usually don't make any moves because that isn't me. My motto is if you really want some you'll come for it, if you don't, then you don't. So I went in and we made out for a while until the cops came and told us to leave. That was awkward but they were cool about it CUZ i haves a neic CAR.
     
    We went back to my place and fell asleep on my couches in front of our TV with re-runs of family guy episodes. He was gone in the morning when I woke up. He text me throughout the day and I concluded he was pretty smitten. People are always like that with me, I'm flipping great.
     
    Anyhow -- week continued, I threw that party and I wasn't as paranoid as I thought I'd been. Like running around the house preventing people from breaking stuff or messing up something. My mother has this keen sense to know when people whom are not welcome in her home (unruly teenagers) and what they did. I merely locked my room, parents room and my dads study.
     
    Pulled out the ping pong table, I smashed face cause I am so pro at it, I should go Olympic. Beer pong, I think somebody had sex in my pool and then somebody threw up in it because in the morning it was an odd hue. My parents haven't said anything because as of now they are back. My dad found a stupid beer bottle cap under the WASHING MACHINE. When I got home the other night he had it out on the table with a note with the "?" character. I haven't confronted him about it yet, doubt he cares.
     
    Maryland was at the party and we mingled with our associated friends, stole time away. He plays this game called: "Tell me something" which he'll say in this sultry voice and I'll tell him something then I'd reflect the statement. Sometimes it gets raunchy or dirty, we have been doing it lately at night until we fall asleep. Throughout the thing we text at the party, across the room; it really gets THAT gay.
     
    I did not get that drunk that night because I needed to hold down the fort. The neighbors didn't call the po so in conclusion: victory. I still haven't figured out who had sex in my pool. I'm still investigating.
     
    The next day I had to work on some crazy ass essay for my history class then went to LA to rave it up. Was so fun, Maryland went. I felt we had been spending to much time together and we might ware out the welcome of whatever was going on. We were with mixed company, couples etc. We got to the place and some alright djs were spinning. Dropped some Eden and danced away. At some point Maryland came up behind me and we grinded out asses off to some remix of deadmau5's song slip ironically. It was pretty hot, I'm a sucker for dancing, but it got pretty dirty and then again, if you're ever some person who is shy of dancing, go to raves. People will dance with you that are strangers and nobody really cares. You'll thank me later when you experience below event: V
     
    As a matter of fact, I love grinding with people. The fact the body can mesh with another one perfectly, regardless of sex is well.. Pretty sexy. I felt at some point the focal point for the other couples in our group, Maryland grinding his ass all up in my business, leaning against my chest (i'd clock him at about 5'9"-5'11" somewhere there) and his slender hands gripping around my neck. Its pretty fun to just watch anything like that occur, sweat bands across our foreheads are dripping, eyes closed, the music is nearly tangible working its way between any sort of surface we create with our bodies. My thighs got tired but we kept going and the song lasted for a millennia.
     
    Then before I knew it he turned and was now facing me, hooking himself into the grooves between my right leg, dry humping my pant leg, literally. He was excited and the breathing was hard. It was hot in the room and the other people dancing around us were quite slow in comparison to us. Trips on Eden, or ecstasy, if you will, are quite distinct to me. I don't roll often and I usually remember it, especially if it was this. The music was great and we were great, perfect even. Each gyration of his hips, of my hands on them, was perfectly with the beat. My face would bury itself in that tuft of brown hair, laced with sweat and the whole extraordinary way of the situation.
     
    Eventually my hands went else were and cause his body to stiffen, arc and lean further into me. The night was great and lasted forever and a half. We left 10 pounds lighter and walked awkwardly due the camping session our pitched tents caused. The next night we hit up Les Duex, in Los Angeles. Maryland was there because some girl brought him. We didn't mind each others company and had drinks together. Got hit on by some cougars. We all ended up partially drunk at a Denny's, three in the morning, dressed in clothing that probably was not under three digits. It was something out of an eclectic, trashy movie.
     
    He stayed over that night, last night before my parents returned and we had sex again. Twice. Before sleep and in the morning.
     
    There was an intermission in the scene and I think I spent time with friends that are not as crazy.
     
    That night a boy who will be called "Bond" text me. An old flame from school. It had been a long while since we had contact but I was swell for this kid 100%. That story will be my next blog, the whole situation is very intense and I have told a few people on the site in private. I have not replied to him yet and probably will this week to see what the sitch is.
     
    Anyways - tonight happened and Maryland and I were able to spend semi-time alone from the rest of the hoard. He told me things that would make a introvert blush. I've always been hard pressed to show emotions but for a bit when I looked him in some new light I thought he was just great to look at, the way the light hit his face and the way his hands move to prove whatever point I was not paying attention to. I told him in the most romantic of ways to shut up and I kissed him before he could say (possibly) "I love you". If that had been the case I would've assassinated the relationship, whatever you call it, before any more thought could be put into it.
     
    I know for a fact we don't and we can't. Love is way to powerful to f around with and if we claim that, well, that's another tier of relationship I won't touch for a while. At least for now. I know this will end when summer drifts away, he says no, but I believe it. I usually plan ahead, map out the basic road and if there are any obstacles, fine I'll get around them at some point. I usually never dismay myself, especially when it comes to rejection. I do believe in some form of karma and I always keep a positive attitude (which I think some of you should attain) it helps for a healthy mental lifestyle than thinking life is always woe. It isn't.
     
    We are going to go out on some sort of official outing this week. I said dinner and he agreed. So whatever and whenever that will happen. I have concluded through careful calculation I like him well enough to not speak ill behind his back or look at another person in lust. Well that's a lie, but still. I wouldn't say I have become devout, I never do. People are devout to the Church of Chase, not the other way around. I've assumed the role of a solid lover, my style in public is classy and in private wild. We usually don't produce any form of PDA save for the making out tonight and our sex is not rabid (our other nonsense is ie: head, etc etc) which I am comfortable and fine with.
     
    I've told people sex is not a huge factor for me. People tend to be shocked because I am quite physical in nature but really sex is a lot of work. And sometimes I don't like working. Those of you who require it, well, good on you. My life is still exceedingly better with or without. But in regards to Maryland and I, I would say we are some what of a "thing". I haven't heard about the other girl and I think she has been on vacation.
     
    I surprise myself with this catch because he would be an exact reflection of my moral qualities, skills and attitude save a few different things. Usually I enchant people of a different persuasion (I'll blog about that later because I've been thinking a bit on it after a good discussion with a friend of mine). So new is good. I like new, like a new car or a new piece of clothing. Problem is usually those things find their way into a used car lot or the back of a drawer never to be seen again. This does not bother me, but I'm sure the mind set does bother others.
     
    I just shrug and tilt my felt hat to the side and continue on. But as of now; right now, I enjoy waking up and noting to myself "He is mine and only mine" the thought is na
  6. thatboyChase
    Full sails and long winded, forward straight ahead steady!
     
     
     
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    My so called "boredom" slowly seeped away as Memorial day faded, the week continued without falter. I started some classes I am getting out of the way when I return for school and an influx of people returned from school. I could descend from my earthen tower upon the town below and enjoy.
     
    And I did enjoy.
     
    Road trips were planned and some crazy trip to Rome might happen, so that is exciting news. However as Thursday rolled around my own "fake" Friday since I don't have class on Friday, party invites were sent out for some birthday party. Birthdays were big here at least in the summer. No prior obligations, parents usually escaped to their mountain retreats or some country far across the sea. My parents recently left for a week and a half to New York. I'm kind of irritated they did not offer for me to go, but I did not complain. I had the place alone to do whatever. Which could amount to a myriad of things, use your imagination.
     
    Summer tends to bring people together again, which is all well and dandy but it does lead to awkward situations. Friends seem to fade away, they found better ones at college or ex-lovers return to tell stories of their new affectionate conquests. None of the above applied to me, in a sense. A lover did return as he always does, we went through high school together and nearly could be called best friends but never really made it official. It was secretive and behind the scenes.
     
    I felt it through the ground, rising and swelling, some sick storm I knew I'd have to combat. It was inevitable, we moved in the same circle and usually ended up finishing nights off together. I figured it was necessity and nothing more. The substance lacked and the tangible, metallic taste of 'love' was never there.
     
    We were both masters of our craft; simple charm. We both spoke soft, delicate words that wrapped about your brain and tickled your emotions. We both had an exalted form of thinking, we were thoughtful and righteous and equally as zealous on various opinions. Dirty reflections of the other. For some background, this came to light (this being whatever we are) after my first ever so called "boyfriend" moved away. I jumped around between then with various girls and boys during college but this thing, us, he and I right after Christmas and slowly dripped into summer until most of us departed for college.
     
    I had gotten text messages of his arrival, only a handful of my close friends knew of our relations with each other. His relations with men seemed to be far more quiet on his side than mine. I did not mind and people knew but rarely spoke about it. I did not receive any more, or less attention for it either way. I could see why he was hesitant to pursue anything considering his family was a hardcore Catholic. Hardcore.
     
    Hardcore.
     
    During the process of our "figuring out" stage - before now at least, right now I mean - I felt it was some sort of game. Conquer the Catholic. Beat the whole "ew kissing boys" thing some of them seem to exude. I don't mind religion, it isn't a big deal to me. I don't even really care but it was one of those things on my to-do list. I completed it naturally.
     
    The event first occurred after leaving a party incredibly wasted. We had gotten to talking and knew of each other through school. We shared a similar love for music and text and prattled on about that as we walked up the Hill (where we live, it was easier to walk while drunk than risk even driving) - I offered to walk him up since we were in the same vicinity. It ended with him making out with me. I enjoyed it and informed him in my drunken stupor we should continue another time. And we did. Eventually later on I lost my man virginity with him (I keep relations with males and females completely separate) and it was great. The best clandestine affair yet and his affection was frothing. I'm a cold lover, if anything and he made up for it but at the same time he took the cake for taking up a wilder stance on life.
     
    College happened and we parted. We spoke over Facebook randomly and it faded to that. Occasionally texting on a major holiday. I remember him calling me on New Years, drunk. I forgot what I said to him, I was probably drunk too.
     
    Now summer has come and he is back and really now that I think about it, its not THAT big of a deal. I make him seem like a celebrity but really he isn't. I had already intricately planned on getting with him if I had not gotten any throughout the summer. I figured he wouldn't mind and it was a mutual thing, providing we were still on speaking terms.
     
    Anyways, so Thursday night somebody held some get together. Small, there was booze and T.V stuffs. It was a decent beginning to a weekend. He, the boy who I will call Maryland since he goes to school there - and I am tired of typing "he" , was there. I was accompanied by a few girls of mine and we inserted ourselves flawlessly. There were a lot more people than I had imagined, but I rolled with the punches. I got a drink. The drink didn't do much so by my fifth shot I was enjoying myself. Maryland made way towards me and throughout the night I had been thinking on what I would say.
     
    And frankly we can all just cut the shit and admit that we've been interested in a certain person for however long and you're always plotting and brooding on how you'll deal with them once you meet again. We small talked and exchanged college stories which became a eloquently worded pissing match on who drank more. I at some point asked him, "Do you still kiss boys?" and Maryland looked at me and nodded lightly to himself. I figured it was college, everybody kisses everybody in college. Feeling remotely annoyed I was about to get more to drink when he offered, "I'm seeing somebody, actually
  8. thatboyChase
    I finally figured I would start a blog, about me and my life or parts of it that I can share to complete strangers. Sure my post my be full of grammatical errors and plot holes, this and that but I hope that I get my point and brief unveiling of emotion across.
     
     
     
    And here I go.
     
     
     
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