Sorry I haven't posted in a while, my life's all hectic with school and shit. But anyways, I made another song so enjoy.
TwiZteR by Kamuru
4.23.2011
4.16.2011
WOW
WOW: an abbreviation for the MMORPG World of Warcraft
MMORPG: massively multiplayer online role-playing game
Yeah, so I've been tutoring a kid in my neighborhood lately and we've become good friends. Today I went over to his house and 1 o'clock P.M. to help him with algebra and stayed over until 10 o'clock P.M.
What did we do that whole time? That's right, we played the aforementioned MMORPG, World of Warcraft. It's freaking amazing. I usually hate MMORPGs, but this one is awesome. I want it. But there are 3 issues standing between me and my prize:
1. I'm broke.
2. I have no time.
3. I'm addicted.
I need more or else I'll implode into my own mind out of seer insanity and desperation.
But there is hope! Once school is over and I get a job (maybe/hopefully) I'll be able to buy it. Plus, until then, my character at his house (Goregon the level 14 fury dwarf) is available for my use on the weekends.
And I get paid to do this. ^.^ I almost feel guilty....almost.
MMORPG: massively multiplayer online role-playing game
Yeah, so I've been tutoring a kid in my neighborhood lately and we've become good friends. Today I went over to his house and 1 o'clock P.M. to help him with algebra and stayed over until 10 o'clock P.M.
What did we do that whole time? That's right, we played the aforementioned MMORPG, World of Warcraft. It's freaking amazing. I usually hate MMORPGs, but this one is awesome. I want it. But there are 3 issues standing between me and my prize:
1. I'm broke.
2. I have no time.
3. I'm addicted.
I need more or else I'll implode into my own mind out of seer insanity and desperation.
But there is hope! Once school is over and I get a job (maybe/hopefully) I'll be able to buy it. Plus, until then, my character at his house (Goregon the level 14 fury dwarf) is available for my use on the weekends.
And I get paid to do this. ^.^ I almost feel guilty....almost.
4.15.2011
Silence
Today I participated in the National Day of Silence to protest bullying against gays and to show my pride in my sexuality. When I got home, I made this video.
4.14.2011
My Issues
Okay, today I'm going to take a break from vlogging and write a little instead.
Today on the bus I was eavesdropping (like usual) and overheard a conversation about a girl who was just recently told by her mother that the daughter had a mental illness. She talked about extreme anxiety and ADD, and I thought: "What's wrong with me?"
I'm not exactly a normal teenage boys with my many issues along with their opposites (ie. ADD and OCD at the same time) and I think I should go to every type of doctor there is out there to find a name for all of my mental, physical, and emotional oddities. I need to see a psychiatrist and a geneticist especially. It's hard for me to put my messed-up-ness into words so just imagine a hyperactive, emotionally unstable, serial killer with an attention to detail and that's pretty much me.
Not good.
I need serious help. ^.^
Today on the bus I was eavesdropping (like usual) and overheard a conversation about a girl who was just recently told by her mother that the daughter had a mental illness. She talked about extreme anxiety and ADD, and I thought: "What's wrong with me?"
I'm not exactly a normal teenage boys with my many issues along with their opposites (ie. ADD and OCD at the same time) and I think I should go to every type of doctor there is out there to find a name for all of my mental, physical, and emotional oddities. I need to see a psychiatrist and a geneticist especially. It's hard for me to put my messed-up-ness into words so just imagine a hyperactive, emotionally unstable, serial killer with an attention to detail and that's pretty much me.
Not good.
I need serious help. ^.^
4.13.2011
4.10.2011
4.09.2011
4.08.2011
Sexism
Okay, I know that I already posted today, but since I didn't yesterday I assumed I was allowed two today.
My dad, his friend, my brother and I all went out for sushi tonight while my mom and her sisters had their girls' night. On our way there, at the restaurant and afterward, the three of them kept making jokes about how they're having a good night because the women were away and made snide comments about "hot young chicks" that they saw.
Maybe it's just because I'm gay, but don't women deserve to be treated kindly? Isn't it wrong to discriminate against them since they've been on this Earth as long as we have and without them our race would go extinct? To most men, unfortunately, women are seen as purely sex symbols, housekeepers, and free daycares. They're people just like us and deserve to be treated as such.
Anyway, thanks for listening. Be kind to one another...
My dad, his friend, my brother and I all went out for sushi tonight while my mom and her sisters had their girls' night. On our way there, at the restaurant and afterward, the three of them kept making jokes about how they're having a good night because the women were away and made snide comments about "hot young chicks" that they saw.
Maybe it's just because I'm gay, but don't women deserve to be treated kindly? Isn't it wrong to discriminate against them since they've been on this Earth as long as we have and without them our race would go extinct? To most men, unfortunately, women are seen as purely sex symbols, housekeepers, and free daycares. They're people just like us and deserve to be treated as such.
Anyway, thanks for listening. Be kind to one another...
Confusion
We all know about my sexual orientation and how it's more like a parabola than a slant, but recently I've been a little confused. I know what you're thinking: "Oh, well he's not gay then." You're wrong. I've figured out why I'm having these feelings.
One of my friends (who is a girl) obviously has a crush on me. A huge one. And I've just realized that I like her too. However, I'm not attracted to her, I only like her personality.
You see, I'm more on the feminine side of the gay scale; a romantic, a thinker; and I like people who have the same thought pattern. Unfortunately, the gay community is a little too sex-oriented and I can't find another guy who feels and thinks like I do.
So I turn to the females.
In other words: I'm physically attracted to guys, but I'm emotionally attracted to the mindset of a women. As soon as I find a guy who thinks like me and loves me, the confusion will end and I'll be loved and happy.
To the future...
One of my friends (who is a girl) obviously has a crush on me. A huge one. And I've just realized that I like her too. However, I'm not attracted to her, I only like her personality.
You see, I'm more on the feminine side of the gay scale; a romantic, a thinker; and I like people who have the same thought pattern. Unfortunately, the gay community is a little too sex-oriented and I can't find another guy who feels and thinks like I do.
So I turn to the females.
In other words: I'm physically attracted to guys, but I'm emotionally attracted to the mindset of a women. As soon as I find a guy who thinks like me and loves me, the confusion will end and I'll be loved and happy.
To the future...
4.06.2011
Haters
Okay, so recently I've been hearing more and more talk about the gay community at my school among the students and, for the first time, their words kinda hurt. I've grown up hearing words like fag and queer my whole life and even used them myself but now I'm like: "What the fuck?" There's no point for using those words and people should just get over it.
So I've prepared a list of things straight people say about us that aggravate me.
POINT 1 "That's so gay!"
We've all heard this at some point in our life. Like: "This homework is so gay," or, "That lamp looks so gay." This is just stupid and the people who say this have no knowledge whatsoever on anatomy. INANIMATE OBJECTS DO NOT HAVE REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS! A lamp does not have a penis or a vagina and it is impossible to tell which letters are which sex. So I say: "No that lamp doesn't like penis and no math does not have a sexual orientation. Idiots."
Plus it's just insulting. Our being is used every day as a synonym for "stupid" or "ugly" and it hurts and isn't true. From now on, I'm going to say "That's so straight." Suck it.
POINT 2 Name Calling
Gay, fag, queer, queen, dyke, lesbo. All of these words are used all the time to taunt the LGBT community. With one word, people hurt the hearts of thousands. These words are painful and hurt gays just as much as being called gay hurts a straight person's pride. I, personally, try to ignore it and jump in when they're being used against a specific person. Just don't let it get to you too much. We're just as good as them, hell, maybe even better because of the strength enduring this gives us.
So next time someone calls you one of these names, I propose a game. Fuck with their minds a little. Ex:
Hey faggot.
Hey hot stuff.
Shut the fuck up.
Ooo..someone's testy.
Because your a fucking gay.
Hells yeah, wanna join me?
If this results in you bleeding on the floor, I sincerely apologize, but I enjoy messing with peoples' minds and can get out of situations easily. So...yeah...
POINT 3 Hypocrites
A lot of "straight" guys like to mess around with gay guys and then the next day deny it and go back to teasing them. What. The. Fuck. It's like a penguin saying "Penguins fucking suck'" proceeds to peck it's own baby chick and wife to death and thinks he's the bomb.
I don't know if that analogy made any sense, but you get the point, it's idiotic and sad. Idiotic in that it doesn't make any sense, and sad in that these people are so insecure about there sexuality that they mask who they are and hate themselves. Don't be ashamed of who you are.
So there you go: 3 Points of Straight Idiocity. Hope you enjoyed and maybe learned a thing or two. Until next time, be kind to one another.
So I've prepared a list of things straight people say about us that aggravate me.
POINT 1 "That's so gay!"
We've all heard this at some point in our life. Like: "This homework is so gay," or, "That lamp looks so gay." This is just stupid and the people who say this have no knowledge whatsoever on anatomy. INANIMATE OBJECTS DO NOT HAVE REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS! A lamp does not have a penis or a vagina and it is impossible to tell which letters are which sex. So I say: "No that lamp doesn't like penis and no math does not have a sexual orientation. Idiots."
Plus it's just insulting. Our being is used every day as a synonym for "stupid" or "ugly" and it hurts and isn't true. From now on, I'm going to say "That's so straight." Suck it.
POINT 2 Name Calling
Gay, fag, queer, queen, dyke, lesbo. All of these words are used all the time to taunt the LGBT community. With one word, people hurt the hearts of thousands. These words are painful and hurt gays just as much as being called gay hurts a straight person's pride. I, personally, try to ignore it and jump in when they're being used against a specific person. Just don't let it get to you too much. We're just as good as them, hell, maybe even better because of the strength enduring this gives us.
So next time someone calls you one of these names, I propose a game. Fuck with their minds a little. Ex:
Hey faggot.
Hey hot stuff.
Shut the fuck up.
Ooo..someone's testy.
Because your a fucking gay.
Hells yeah, wanna join me?
If this results in you bleeding on the floor, I sincerely apologize, but I enjoy messing with peoples' minds and can get out of situations easily. So...yeah...
POINT 3 Hypocrites
A lot of "straight" guys like to mess around with gay guys and then the next day deny it and go back to teasing them. What. The. Fuck. It's like a penguin saying "Penguins fucking suck'" proceeds to peck it's own baby chick and wife to death and thinks he's the bomb.
I don't know if that analogy made any sense, but you get the point, it's idiotic and sad. Idiotic in that it doesn't make any sense, and sad in that these people are so insecure about there sexuality that they mask who they are and hate themselves. Don't be ashamed of who you are.
So there you go: 3 Points of Straight Idiocity. Hope you enjoyed and maybe learned a thing or two. Until next time, be kind to one another.
4.05.2011
Holocaust
We're doing a project in English about the Holocaust. It's pretty much a free-range creative project and we can do whatever we want. I'm doing mine all about the prosecution of homosexuals during WWII and Hitler's Final Solution.
So, being the creative person I am, I wrote this:
The unknown dead
Who lie in unmarked graves
Never mourned
Eyes locked on stars
While the pink is covered up
With dirt and ashes
Forgotten triangles
Among that complex star*
They weren't the only ones
That experienced the Fear
The flames
The smoke
Yet they gained freedom
Constellations shining bright
While lesser shapes
Bleed in the corner
Prosecuted like rats
Are we, then, not as different
From Hitler
As we thought?
Genocide today
Ongoing yet ignored
Ravaging the lives of those beautiful
Pink triangles**
Justified
That was about how no one really thinks about the turmoil of the homosexual's life then and today
*the star of David
**the pink triangle was used to symbolize homosexuals during the Holocaust
Then I made a song. It's kinda my own way of interpreting how it was like in a concentration camp. It's kinda techo-ish, so beware.
The Ghettos by Kamuru
I made it on Mix Superstar (a download for the Wii). It kinda sucks, I know, but I hope you enjoy.
That's all for today. I'm also doing a painting and will upload an image once I'm done.
EDIT:
Here it is. Pretty awesome, eh?
EDIT:
It was so awesome, I used it as my profile picture.
^.^
So, being the creative person I am, I wrote this:
The unknown dead
Who lie in unmarked graves
Never mourned
Eyes locked on stars
While the pink is covered up
With dirt and ashes
Forgotten triangles
Among that complex star*
They weren't the only ones
That experienced the Fear
The flames
The smoke
Yet they gained freedom
Constellations shining bright
While lesser shapes
Bleed in the corner
Prosecuted like rats
Are we, then, not as different
From Hitler
As we thought?
Genocide today
Ongoing yet ignored
Ravaging the lives of those beautiful
Pink triangles**
Justified
That was about how no one really thinks about the turmoil of the homosexual's life then and today
*the star of David
**the pink triangle was used to symbolize homosexuals during the Holocaust
Then I made a song. It's kinda my own way of interpreting how it was like in a concentration camp. It's kinda techo-ish, so beware.
The Ghettos by Kamuru
I made it on Mix Superstar (a download for the Wii). It kinda sucks, I know, but I hope you enjoy.
That's all for today. I'm also doing a painting and will upload an image once I'm done.
EDIT:
Here it is. Pretty awesome, eh?
EDIT:
It was so awesome, I used it as my profile picture.
^.^
4.04.2011
Elaboration
Nothing especially exciting happened today so I thought I should tell you more about the craziness that happened on Saturday.
3 minutes and 47 seconds.
That's how long it felt like, but I would later learn that it was closer to 6 hours.
You see, drinking 2 litres* of Dr.Pepper (even if it's diet) is not a good thing to do when you're a hyperactive teen, like me, running around downtown. My friends are now even more concerned about my mental health.
I'll put my experience into stages for you to more easily understand.
STAGE 1-Extreme Paranoia
Standing around the store, drinks in hand, you become genuinely afraid that everyone is going to gang up on you and spill all their liquids onto your frightened and crippled body.
My solution: run. Run and hide behind all the cars because crazy, murderous teens are out for your Dr.Pepper blood.
STAGE 2-Climb
At this stage, your primitive urges from back in the monkey days kick in and all you want to do is climb. Like: "Oh my gah! If I don't climb something soon, I will start to bleed the rainbow out of my toenails." Yes, it's that important.
So you climb the nearest tree or brick wall, jump down, and repeat. Do this until the primate inside of you is satisfied or until you break a foot or eyeball or whatever.
STAGE 3-OMIGODINEEDTOLICKTHAT!
So now another urge kicks in: the urge to slide your tongue against everything in sight. A fire truck, a policeman, a nuclear silo; it doesn't matter because you're main goal in life is to cover the universe in your saliva.
Unfortunately your "friends" fear for your "health" and destroy your hopes and dreams of ever drooling at the top of the world.
STAGE 4-Run!
By now 3/4 of the pop is gone and the pent up, fake sugar energy has reached its peak and needs to be released out your pores or you will explode into a blob of red-brown amazingness.
So you start to run downhill; trip over something tiny like a ladybug, a leaf, or a rouge helium atom out to steal your wallet; get back up and continue to run like zombies are after your child. And you're so out of it that you don't realize you're bleeding profusely from your shin.
STAGE 5-Shake It, Shake It (Hoo-Ha!)
Now you're bouncing off the walls. Literally. The car you're in shakes up and down and side to side like someone's having violent sex in the backseat, but it's just you trying to do your best impression of Justin Bieber singing to Lady Gaga.
STAGE 6-Oops...
You finally realize that your shin is bleeding and you have a conversation about how you're gonna spread AIDS to the world.
STAGE 7-NomNoms
You gotcha have your noms. Extreme hunger racks at your brain, your stomach, your bloody shin, and your ears (which are begging you for a tomato even though your mouth and brain disagree with this craving and instead get buffalo wings and ice cream).Now you are full and happy and refueled with sugar and spice (hell, I'll even throw in everything nice) and you're ready to hit the town once again.
STAGE 8-The Mall
Okay, who doesn't enjoy messing around in the mall? It's like dancing on rainbows with David Schwimmer. Amazing. You put on costumes (ex. a cowboy ninja with an eye patch, pimp cane, and toga), play with the dollar toys, and stare creepily at the fish in Pet Smart like you want to rape them so hard. Plus there's: SHOPPING!! <3 STAGE 9-Board Games
All you want to do in the world right now is play Twister, but no, Mexican bingo is at the top of the list instead. You get frustrated and angry, but eventually you start to play Candyland and you find Lord Licorice to be "freaking amazing" and can't stop staring at him. And then you start playing with little children and you creep even yourself out and start feeling pedofile-ish.
STAGE 10-The Park
So you're innocently driving to a park at 10:00 P.M. and you walk past the drug dealers to reach the fun part. Slides and swings and- are those monkey bars?! Epic. It’s all fun and games until someone gets a concussion. Of course, that person is me and my head still hurts. Then you leave and walk through the marijuana smoke and someone has whistled and someone has touched your butt. Awesome.
STAGE 11-You Have Finished Your Quest. Have Some Candy.
You go home while tears are rolling down your cheeks because of your Dr.Pepper drunken stupor. You go to your room, eat some dark chocolate while reading about the Holocaust, and then sleep. ZZzzzz...
So there are my 11 Stages of Awesome Hyperness, and I am extremely angry at myself for stopping on an odd number when 10 was right there. You know what? Just forget about the stupid bloody shin and STAGE 6. You don’t need to know you’re fatally injured. Fuck your life
There, fixed it.
Yeah, that’s all pretty much a true story so I hope you enjoyed.
Sorry about the depressingness of my first few posts, but my future ones will be more like this.
*litre is the Canadian way to spell liter. woot Canada and the metric system.
3 minutes and 47 seconds.
That's how long it felt like, but I would later learn that it was closer to 6 hours.
You see, drinking 2 litres* of Dr.Pepper (even if it's diet) is not a good thing to do when you're a hyperactive teen, like me, running around downtown. My friends are now even more concerned about my mental health.
I'll put my experience into stages for you to more easily understand.
STAGE 1-Extreme Paranoia
Standing around the store, drinks in hand, you become genuinely afraid that everyone is going to gang up on you and spill all their liquids onto your frightened and crippled body.
My solution: run. Run and hide behind all the cars because crazy, murderous teens are out for your Dr.Pepper blood.
STAGE 2-Climb
At this stage, your primitive urges from back in the monkey days kick in and all you want to do is climb. Like: "Oh my gah! If I don't climb something soon, I will start to bleed the rainbow out of my toenails." Yes, it's that important.
So you climb the nearest tree or brick wall, jump down, and repeat. Do this until the primate inside of you is satisfied or until you break a foot or eyeball or whatever.
STAGE 3-OMIGODINEEDTOLICKTHAT!
So now another urge kicks in: the urge to slide your tongue against everything in sight. A fire truck, a policeman, a nuclear silo; it doesn't matter because you're main goal in life is to cover the universe in your saliva.
Unfortunately your "friends" fear for your "health" and destroy your hopes and dreams of ever drooling at the top of the world.
STAGE 4-Run!
By now 3/4 of the pop is gone and the pent up, fake sugar energy has reached its peak and needs to be released out your pores or you will explode into a blob of red-brown amazingness.
So you start to run downhill; trip over something tiny like a ladybug, a leaf, or a rouge helium atom out to steal your wallet; get back up and continue to run like zombies are after your child. And you're so out of it that you don't realize you're bleeding profusely from your shin.
STAGE 5-Shake It, Shake It (Hoo-Ha!)
Now you're bouncing off the walls. Literally. The car you're in shakes up and down and side to side like someone's having violent sex in the backseat, but it's just you trying to do your best impression of Justin Bieber singing to Lady Gaga.
STAGE 6-Oops...
You finally realize that your shin is bleeding and you have a conversation about how you're gonna spread AIDS to the world.
STAGE 7-NomNoms
You gotcha have your noms. Extreme hunger racks at your brain, your stomach, your bloody shin, and your ears (which are begging you for a tomato even though your mouth and brain disagree with this craving and instead get buffalo wings and ice cream).Now you are full and happy and refueled with sugar and spice (hell, I'll even throw in everything nice) and you're ready to hit the town once again.
STAGE 8-The Mall
Okay, who doesn't enjoy messing around in the mall? It's like dancing on rainbows with David Schwimmer. Amazing. You put on costumes (ex. a cowboy ninja with an eye patch, pimp cane, and toga), play with the dollar toys, and stare creepily at the fish in Pet Smart like you want to rape them so hard. Plus there's: SHOPPING!! <3 STAGE 9-Board Games
All you want to do in the world right now is play Twister, but no, Mexican bingo is at the top of the list instead. You get frustrated and angry, but eventually you start to play Candyland and you find Lord Licorice to be "freaking amazing" and can't stop staring at him. And then you start playing with little children and you creep even yourself out and start feeling pedofile-ish.
STAGE 10-The Park
So you're innocently driving to a park at 10:00 P.M. and you walk past the drug dealers to reach the fun part. Slides and swings and- are those monkey bars?! Epic. It’s all fun and games until someone gets a concussion. Of course, that person is me and my head still hurts. Then you leave and walk through the marijuana smoke and someone has whistled and someone has touched your butt. Awesome.
STAGE 11-You Have Finished Your Quest. Have Some Candy.
You go home while tears are rolling down your cheeks because of your Dr.Pepper drunken stupor. You go to your room, eat some dark chocolate while reading about the Holocaust, and then sleep. ZZzzzz...
So there are my 11 Stages of Awesome Hyperness, and I am extremely angry at myself for stopping on an odd number when 10 was right there. You know what? Just forget about the stupid bloody shin and STAGE 6. You don’t need to know you’re fatally injured. Fuck your life
There, fixed it.
Yeah, that’s all pretty much a true story so I hope you enjoyed.
Sorry about the depressingness of my first few posts, but my future ones will be more like this.
*litre is the Canadian way to spell liter. woot Canada and the metric system.
4.03.2011
Now
February (Me)
August (Here)
We arrived in this town of 20,000 when it was over 100 degrees out. Insane. Just the weather was torturing me; and I hadn't even started my life here yet. The house was empty, of course, so we went to the hotel to lie and wait for the females of the family. I still hadn't thought about up there yet, all I wanted to do was get used to life here.
I didn't know at the moment, but that would be impossible.
Days and restaurants passed until the movers finally arrived. Boxes upon boxes were hauled into the hull of the house. I unpacked like a brainless zombie, just going through the routine.
We got moved in, painted my room, explored the neighborhood, but soon it would we time for school. I was horrified. A school the size of 1/3 of my hometown was insane. The first day of school, and I somehow survived. I don't think I said a single word that day and didn't make friends until a week later.
I was still posing as the 'Him' from the olden days, shy and secluded, and stayed as 'Him' until second semester when the real fun began.
I didn't know at the moment, but that would be impossible.
Days and restaurants passed until the movers finally arrived. Boxes upon boxes were hauled into the hull of the house. I unpacked like a brainless zombie, just going through the routine.
We got moved in, painted my room, explored the neighborhood, but soon it would we time for school. I was horrified. A school the size of 1/3 of my hometown was insane. The first day of school, and I somehow survived. I don't think I said a single word that day and didn't make friends until a week later.
I was still posing as the 'Him' from the olden days, shy and secluded, and stayed as 'Him' until second semester when the real fun began.
August (Him)
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