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  <title>Beautiful Mistakes</title>
  <subtitle>Ian</subtitle>
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    <name>Ian</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-08T17:19:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:x5455:29763</id>
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    <title>Email Post: Worst Movie Ever</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T17:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T17:19:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A few days ago I downloaded and watched National Lampoon's Pledge This,&lt;br /&gt;which I can say is, without a shadow of a doubt, the WORST. MOVIE. EVER. Now&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind I have seen some terrible movies, in fact during my senior year&lt;br /&gt;in HS and freshman year in Uni I would hangout with Gil (interhawk) and The&lt;br /&gt;Rob (dracomortis) and we would go rent the worst possible movies we could&lt;br /&gt;find, including, but not limited to, The Amazing Disco Godfather, which The&lt;br /&gt;Rob renamed "The movie that shall never be mentioned again". So I can&lt;br /&gt;confidently say that Pledge This is a ginourmous piece of crap. I should&lt;br /&gt;have known this just by looking at its "star" but I watched it anyway&lt;br /&gt;because Bianca Lawson had a part in it, and everybody knows that I have had&lt;br /&gt;an undying love for Bianca since she played Kendra the Vampire Slayer on&lt;br /&gt;Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's plot is a bit generic: a group of friendly and sweet girls from&lt;br /&gt;different backgrounds who form a friendship are forced, due to certain&lt;br /&gt;circumstances, to pledge the most popular sorority on campus, and the&lt;br /&gt;Sorority President allows them to pledge to meet some need, dumping them in&lt;br /&gt;the end once her needs are met and treating them like crap along the way.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the movie? Wonky McValtrex** (for those of you who do not&lt;br /&gt;know who I am refering to, its the blode, skinny, "famous" Hotel Heiress&lt;br /&gt;[hints with the H], whose name I REFUSE to write in my journal). Wonky&lt;br /&gt;McValtrex CANT ACT FOR SHIT! And if that was not enough to make this movie&lt;br /&gt;craptastic, the movie further slides into crap by sucking Wonky's dick at&lt;br /&gt;every turn. Generally these type of movies end with the oppressing bitch&lt;br /&gt;being taught a lesson or paying for her evil ways, well not Pledge This, at&lt;br /&gt;the end Wonky gets a lame ass "redemption" and is actually applauded by the&lt;br /&gt;people who she spent the entire movie being a bitch to. WTF?!? There's even&lt;br /&gt;a food fight in the end and the only one who does not get cake thrown at her&lt;br /&gt;is Wonky McValtrex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain my IQ about halved just from watching the movie. So if anybody&lt;br /&gt;reading this EVER even THINKS of MAYBE watching Pledge This, DONT!!! Shoot&lt;br /&gt;yourself in the foot, I guarantee that will be more fun that watching this&lt;br /&gt;movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain can't even compute or comprehend why people think Wonky can act,&lt;br /&gt;sing or do anything other than being a complete slut. If anybody ever thinks&lt;br /&gt;that Wonky has any talent, all you have to do is watch this movie and that&lt;br /&gt;idea will shoot straight out of your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Pledge This = WORST. MOVIE. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Wonky McValtrex is TM of Michael @ Dlisted.com</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:x5455:29614</id>
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    <title>Pepe &amp; Juana</title>
    <published>2008-10-04T04:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-04T04:11:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianemc/2911449344/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2911449344_364663e47a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianemc/2911449344/"&gt;Image047&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ianemc/"&gt;ianemc&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the 2 goats that keep hangin' out across from my apartment, that I want to adopt. I call them Pepe (the boy with the horns, in the back) and Juana (the girl, in the front).&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:x5455:29389</id>
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    <title>Email Post: Fauna</title>
    <published>2008-09-16T20:47:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-16T20:47:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My apartment is on the second floor of a house that was divided up into&lt;br /&gt;apartments and is located at the very end of the street. Behind the house&lt;br /&gt;there is a small piece of land, in which the house's owner, my landlord, has&lt;br /&gt;a little stable type structure in which he keeps/breeds hens and fighting&lt;br /&gt;roosters (cocks?). Behind that is a fence which divides his property from a&lt;br /&gt;long as field covered in grass. This piece of land belongs to someone who&lt;br /&gt;constructed a sort of mini-farm, which houses horses, chickens, and at least&lt;br /&gt;two (2) goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago said goats somehow got loose, and since the owner, apparently,&lt;br /&gt;could not care less, these goats have been hanging out in front of the hen&lt;br /&gt;house type structure. One is cream/brown with two (2) small horns and what I&lt;br /&gt;image is a huge ass pair of balls, hence I assume he is male. The other is&lt;br /&gt;completely white/cream, except for some heavy mud/dirt in its fleece which&lt;br /&gt;comes from having been caught in the rain several times. There's a small&lt;br /&gt;space behind the hen house which is like a storage area, maybe, and has a&lt;br /&gt;cyclone fence gate. On Friday I noticed that the goats were in that space,&lt;br /&gt;and really thought nothing of it, but on Saturday when I returned from&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping the goats were still there and upon seeing me they started&lt;br /&gt;Baaaa-ing like crazy, sort of desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now because I am NOT DRAMATIC AT ALL, I immediately thought "OMG! They are&lt;br /&gt;probably trapped! They might have been there for days and they could be&lt;br /&gt;starving and dehydrating and THEY COULD DIE!!!". So I went over and pulled&lt;br /&gt;the door type thing which, although was tied with some rope, created enough&lt;br /&gt;of a space for the goats to slip out. Once I saw the female goat slip out, I&lt;br /&gt;started walking towards my car because I thought the male would soon follow,&lt;br /&gt;but upon hearing some more DESPERATE Baaaa-ing, I realized that the male&lt;br /&gt;could not get through on account of his horns, so I went back pulled the&lt;br /&gt;gate further and let him out. The two of them darted towards some leaves and&lt;br /&gt;grass and started eating and then crossed the road into the mini-farm. So I&lt;br /&gt;got in my car and went to run some more errands. Once I returned they were&lt;br /&gt;back in the storage area, so I figured they do have a way to get in and out&lt;br /&gt;and I was being completely melodramatic before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday when I got home from work the goats were in front of the hen house&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as I got out of my car they started coming towards me, so I took&lt;br /&gt;my celly out my pocket and took some pictures of them. They slowed down but&lt;br /&gt;kept coming closer towards me until the male was right next to me and&lt;br /&gt;started smelling me. I was so tempted to pet him, but I was afraid he'd bite&lt;br /&gt;me, or that he though I was gonna hit him and got scared or that he'd kick&lt;br /&gt;me or something so I just backed up, waved and walked up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound completely insane, and it could be because Heather @&lt;br /&gt;Dooce.com put the idea in my head in one of her posts, but I TOTALLY want to&lt;br /&gt;"adopt" them. I want to setup some sort of containers so they always have&lt;br /&gt;food to eat and clean water to drink. I want to bathe them, remove all the&lt;br /&gt;dirt, and put some nice and pretty bandanas around their necks, maybe some&lt;br /&gt;bows or something on the girl goat. I love animals so entirely much, while&lt;br /&gt;at the same time being a complete hypocrite because I want all insects that&lt;br /&gt;dare walk into my apartment to die instantly, but insects don't count right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah the fauna around my apartment has increased.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: No One Link for Ian</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T19:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T19:13:39Z</updated>
    <category term="men"/>
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    <content type="html">Ever since spending almost the entire Labor Day weekend watching LOGO at my&lt;br /&gt;aunt's house, including 2 Noah's Arc marathons, I was looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;getting a One Link cable hookup in my apartment. So I anxiously go into the&lt;br /&gt;One Link Puerto Rico website to check prices, installation, service&lt;br /&gt;packages, and the like. The first thing I do is check their area coverage&lt;br /&gt;map thing, only to find out that they DO NOT provide service in my area.&lt;br /&gt;WTF? They provide service for the cities that border Caguas/Gurabo but not&lt;br /&gt;for Caguas/Gurabo. WTF? Why doesn't One Link want me to watch LOGO, more&lt;br /&gt;specifically Noah's Arc? How am I supposed to get my fix of that sexy,&lt;br /&gt;masculine, hunk of chocolate known as Jensen Atwood aka Wade on Noah's Arc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could look at it in the positive, its one less expense, more&lt;br /&gt;money saved monthly and lets face it, if I had cable in my apartment I'd be&lt;br /&gt;watching TV all day and not do one damn thing, just like I did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I love watching TV, specially movies, and even after spending the entire&lt;br /&gt;weekend watching TV, when I got home I watched Baby Mama and Ethan Mao,&lt;br /&gt;which I had downloaded. (Yes while watching TV I left the computer on all&lt;br /&gt;day downloading stuff.)</content>
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    <title>LOGO</title>
    <published>2008-09-01T20:44:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-01T20:46:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">This labor day weekend I've been staying at my aunt's house in Isla Verde, watching my cousin. I was planning on taking a small tour through the area, but once I discovered all the channels that my aunt got in her TV hookup, I quickly changed my mind. I've been watching LOGO all weekend! I've seen a bunch of movies that I wanted to see and I caught a Noah's Arc marathon, which by the second episode had me completly hooked! It's a cute series, with many diverse characters, who in someway or another both comform and break gay stereotypes. It's sometimes funny and sometimes dramatic. I really enjoyed it and I'm going to have to get my hands on season one to catch up on what's going on, and to find out which episodes were the ones I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the series, though, is Jensen Atwood. He plays the down low brutha Wade, who falls for Noah and decides to come out of the closet. He is the singularly most beautiful black man I have EVER seen. He's got beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile, with cute dimples. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb116/X5455/jensenatwood.jpg" alt="Jensen Atwood: Wade from Noahs Arc" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Busy Weekend</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T20:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T20:09:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">This weekend was one of the most tiresome I've had in recent months, but in&lt;br /&gt;a completely good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to a small get together at the neighbors' house, where&lt;br /&gt;there was food and alcohol to be had, more alcohol than food naturally. The&lt;br /&gt;neighbors have a toy Yorkie, who is all kinds of cute and cuddly, and also&lt;br /&gt;gave us he scare of a lifetime. After everyone had left we noticed that the&lt;br /&gt;dog was nowhere to be found, and that the front door had been left open.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally we assumed that the dog had gone outside, so we all rushed to look&lt;br /&gt;for him, the owner jumped in his car to drive around the blocks, but we&lt;br /&gt;could not find him. After a while of looking without any luck and&lt;br /&gt;having massive heart attacks one of the boys who had stayed inside the house&lt;br /&gt;heard a little bell and we discovered that the dog had become trapped&lt;br /&gt;underneath a reclining sofa which is why we couldn't find him. Thankfully&lt;br /&gt;everything turned out alright. I am glad to know that I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;who would freak out if something seemingly happened to their pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to bed approximately at 3am, I woke up at 9 on Saturday to walk&lt;br /&gt;the dog, run some errands and wash my car. As everyone who knows me will&lt;br /&gt;attest to, I HATE WASHING CARS!!!, but my car was absolutely filthy.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I just vacuum and give it a quick was on the outside, without&lt;br /&gt;taking into account the details, but this time I took the time to give it a&lt;br /&gt;real cleaning. I even opened the doors and cleaned the frames and insides of&lt;br /&gt;the door, including the one for the trunk and I hand dried the car. It took&lt;br /&gt;me 2hrs, it was completely exhausting and I desperately hope I find a&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend soon so I don't have to do that ever again. (joking... but not&lt;br /&gt;really). After resting a little bit I picked up some ice cream sandwiches at&lt;br /&gt;the grocery store and drove over to Desiree's house to see my God-kids.&lt;br /&gt;Alanna was her usual self, trying to climb up on everything and trying to&lt;br /&gt;pick up and carry everything. Aaron Japhet happened to be awake when I&lt;br /&gt;arrived so I picked him up right away and played with him for a bit, fed him&lt;br /&gt;and rocked him. After a while he started crying again, so I handed him over&lt;br /&gt;to Desi so whe could breast feed him and then I changed his diaper and&lt;br /&gt;rocked him to sleep. I'm begining to think that maybe if I find "The One", I&lt;br /&gt;might want to have kids someday. I really do love spending time with my&lt;br /&gt;God-kids. After we put the kids to bed I stayed with Desi talking until&lt;br /&gt;about 2am, and didn't get home and to bed until 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I had to wake up at 10 so that I could go baptize my other&lt;br /&gt;God-Child (I have 3), Valeria. The baptism was a bit trying since she was&lt;br /&gt;cranky and crying almost the entire time, she's a bit older and doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;out much so she particularly didn't like a stranger, the priest, touching&lt;br /&gt;her even though he was blessing her with oils, holy water or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to a restaurant and ate at a buffet. I ate so much food,&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly move! I was so tired and so full that I just went to bed as&lt;br /&gt;soon as I got home and slept for like 3 or 4 hours. I woke up at 6pm so&lt;br /&gt;needless to say I didn't have the easiest time going to bed again that&lt;br /&gt;night, so I didn't fall asleep until 3:30am. And I had to wake up at 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;to get ready to go to work, since I was in Ponce and had to drive to Gurabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the word tired cannot completely encompass how I feel. And I still&lt;br /&gt;have to go to the supermarket after work to shop for the week's groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completly different topic, I am planning my week long vacation with&lt;br /&gt;Jabeth for October and I find it a little sad that I've lived in Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;for 27 out of my 28 years and I have never explored any of the things the&lt;br /&gt;island has to offer, save going hiking to Toro Negro with Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;(interhawk). I've compiled a list of places to go and things to do with&lt;br /&gt;Jabeth and I've never done any of them. I had no idea my island had so many&lt;br /&gt;beautiful places to visit. I'm going to have to break out my credit card and&lt;br /&gt;buy a digital camera, since my old school film camera broke, so that I can&lt;br /&gt;take pictures of all the places we will be visiting. I talked to Jabeth just&lt;br /&gt;today at lunch and I am SO EXCITED to see her after 5 years, and I'm so&lt;br /&gt;excited to share with her all the cool things PR has to offer. Thank God for&lt;br /&gt;google otherwise I would have had no idea where to take her when she comes&lt;br /&gt;to visit. And the best part is that most of the things I have planned are&lt;br /&gt;really cheap, I mean El Yunque Rainforest, The Governor's mansion (La&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza), El Bosque de Piñones, and El Morro are all between $2-$5, which&lt;br /&gt;is completely awesome and totally doable.</content>
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    <title>FleshJack (Warning: TMI)</title>
    <published>2008-08-10T01:21:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T01:21:23Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Warning: There's a very high possibility that this post will be TMI as its subject is of a sexual manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found out about &lt;a href="http://www.fleshlight.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fleshlights&lt;/a&gt; (Warning: Site NSFW) I have been tempted to get one, but once they came out with the &lt;a href="http://www.fleshjack.com" target="_blank"&gt;FleshJack&lt;/a&gt;, which is nothing more than a slightly modified FL but marketed towards gay men, I knew I definetly wanted to get one. The thing that always held me back was the fact that for shipping purposes they did not consider Puerto Rico as part of the US and thus the only shipping method was UPS International which was around $25-$30, which was completely unacceptable to say the least. This year however I decided to bite the bullet and just get one for Christmas. I logged on to the site to see how much it would run me so that I could properly budget my Christmas Bonus and maximize the stuff I could buy, and I found that they had reclassified PR as part of the US and shipping was now $7.95 for Priority Mail. Needless to say I pulled out my credit card and bought one immediately. So as of yesterday I'm the proud owner of a FleshJack! :D I'm staying over at my parental units house over the weekend so I have not been able to try it yet, but I can't wait to get to my apartment on Monday to try it out.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: WORST. DAY. EVER.</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T17:01:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T02:17:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Monday was one of those days, that can only be described as the WORST. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to health issues I can handle pretty much anything, except&lt;br /&gt;stomach problems. I can work with a headache, a fever, whatever, but I HATE&lt;br /&gt;leaving the house when my when I have an upset stomach or diarrhea. So&lt;br /&gt;clearly Monday morning I woke up with an upset stomach. Against my better&lt;br /&gt;judgement I decided to go to work regardless of my stomach issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already running a little late, I feel my car sort of heavy while pulling out&lt;br /&gt;of my parking spot and when I check the tires I find that I have a flat. I&lt;br /&gt;call into work telling them that I will be late because I have to resolve my&lt;br /&gt;tire issue. I drive really slowly, as to not fuck up the rim, to a garage&lt;br /&gt;that's really close to my apartment and take $10 out of the ATM so that I&lt;br /&gt;can get change for the tire-air machine thing. I put some air in the tire,&lt;br /&gt;everything seems ok so I drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes after getting to work, I was thirsty so I went downstairs&lt;br /&gt;to fill my water bottle at the water cooler and fell down the stairs. My&lt;br /&gt;shoe slipped and I fell backwards landed on my butt sort of sitting on one&lt;br /&gt;of my legs and slid a few steps down while tightening my grip on the handle&lt;br /&gt;bar. I thank God that I was holding on to the handle bar other wise I would&lt;br /&gt;have slid all the way down to the end of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset stomach, flat tire, and I almost killed myself (a bit dramatic, I&lt;br /&gt;know) on the stairs, all before 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time comes around and after eating I decide to check the tire, only to&lt;br /&gt;find it flat once again. I drive very slowly towards the gas station in the&lt;br /&gt;corner of the street where I work, which has a tire changing place. The guy&lt;br /&gt;takes off the tire and tests it and tells me that it needs to be replaced&lt;br /&gt;because although he could try and fix it he could not garantee that the&lt;br /&gt;patch would work and could not tell me how long it would last. So I replaced&lt;br /&gt;the tire, and when I opened up my wallet to take out my credit card to pay,&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that my debit/checking/ATM card was missing. FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my tire fixed I drove to the gas station where I put air in the tire in&lt;br /&gt;the morning, which is where I took out the $10 on the ATM, but alas no one&lt;br /&gt;turned in a lost card, so I called to cancel my card and now have to make my&lt;br /&gt;way to the bank to get a new one. Hopefully I can do it in my lunch break,&lt;br /&gt;because naturally the bank has the EXACT SAME schedule that I do 9am-6pm so&lt;br /&gt;I can't go before or after work only in my lunch hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO ready for the day to be over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday however was a fantastic day that overshadowed and more than made up&lt;br /&gt;for the HORRIBLE Monday I had just had. I got my payraise at work!!!!! WHICH&lt;br /&gt;MEANS YAY!!! I am now a step closer to not being poor! YAY! I can finally&lt;br /&gt;start to seriously save some money so that in about 5 years I can buy a&lt;br /&gt;house of my own! YAY!! And after I buy my house I can get a dog, which I've&lt;br /&gt;been wanting since forever but I can't have pets in my apartment (well&lt;br /&gt;except for like a fish, but I can't play/hug/baby with a fish). This also&lt;br /&gt;means that I will be much more relaxed financially and that this year I can&lt;br /&gt;actually use my birthday present money and my Christmas bonus to buy myself&lt;br /&gt;stuff instead of using it to pay bills like I did the past 2 years. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;be to the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing I'm going to buy with my Christmas Bonus is... Xena&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Princess The Complete Series DVD Collector's Box!!! I need me some&lt;br /&gt;XENA!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Aaron Japhet is here!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-07-28T03:10:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-28T03:10:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Desiree gave birth!! I'm so happy and excited right now, because my friend Desiree, mother to my God-Daughter Alanna just gave birth to her second (and according to her, last) child, a baby boy named Aaron Japhet. He weighed in at 7 1/2 pounds and measured 19 1/2 inches. He's totally beautiful and so peaceful and good. As soon as I got to the room she gave me the baby and he did not make a sound the entire time I was there, except when Desi woke him up to feed him. His instincts have not fully kicked in and he still doesn't fully know what to do with a boob, but he eventually starts sucking and he had himself some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi's friend and neighbor Elizabeth was also there and between her camera, Desi's camera and my cell phone we took a butt load of pictures, specially when he opened his eyes, which he would close again because we blinded him with the flash, (well they did, I didn't cuz my cell phone doesn't have a flash). He's such a beatiful child and I can't wait to spoil him rotten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm going to be Aaron Japhet's official God-Father, but I will still treat him as I were, like a foster uncle if you will, since I am Alanna Jade's God-Father and I'm not going to treat them any differently. Desi is a dear old friend and to me both her children are like if they were mine, even more so&amp;nbsp;seeing as I probably won't have any of my own. I do have to be careful though, and be concious as Alanna is only 1 1/2 years old and suddenly a new baby shows up, she's certainly going to be jelous. We've already made plans for Saturday August 9 to take the kids to the movies&amp;nbsp; to watch a movie with monkeys or something. I don't know what the movie is, but Desi tells me is a movie with monkeys and Alanna goes crazy everytime the commercial comes on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I now have 3 God-Children, albeit one of them is unofficial. I'm so excited to welcome baby Aaron Japhet into the world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Empty Head</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T02:06:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T02:06:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I had the urge to write something, but I've been staring at this blank screen for a while and nothing seems to want to come out. It's quite irritating, because when I want to write something I have to do it through email since I don't have internet access in my apartment and LJ is blocked from work, yet when I'm at my parent's house with full internet access and posting abilities, absolutely nothing comes to mind. It's infuriating. Also, I've been to all the sites I can't visit while at work, and I've looked at my regular dose of the nekkid mens and I can't think of anything else to do online, which is sad because I won't have free online reign again for two weeks, since I only come down to&amp;nbsp;my parent's house every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother seems to think that if I get internet access and cable tv on my apartment, then I will not come down as often and only come visit about once a month. I think she would actually prefer that, she wants me to be all independent and have my own life. But the thing is, I DO have my own life, and I AM independent. The only thing I rely on her for is to do my laundry, and it's not because I can't, it's because since I'm down here and she's doing everybody else's laundry then, hey she can do my laundry too. But I could totally go do it in a laundromat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a communication problem obviously. I'm sure she suspects of my sexual orientation, but I haven't come out to my family directly. All my friends know, and people at work know, but I don't share that part of my life with my family. So she doesn't get how fucking lonely I am, and how much I really hate living alone.&amp;nbsp;It's cool to have my own place and be able to do whatever I want, but spending extraordinary amounts of time alone is no fun at all. I'm not broke or anything, I can pay my bills and stuff, but I don't have lots of money left over either, and since gas &amp;amp; grocery prices are on rise, constantly, I find myself watching my pennies. For that reason, I can't really just randomly decide to visit my friends since the 3 friends I have that live nearest to me live between 20 - 30 away, but its by highway, which means an expense in gas. Any type of gay friendly place where I could meet people like myself, or maybe even a, dare I say it, romantic interest, are also a bit far, not to mention that most of the places I know are clubs and while I like clubbing with friends, I don't think a place where its dark, the music is loud so you can't really talk, and people are drunk so they probably will not remember you the next day, is the best place to meet someone. So with the exception of once or twice a month when I go visit my friend The Rob, I'm always alone at my apartment, which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I treasure my weekends at home, because even if I'm all day in my room playing video games, talkin on my cell, or in the computer, which I'm not, I don't feel alone because there's noise. There's my parents voices, my brothers' voices, my dog coming into my room to see what I'm doing and to get me to play with him. Even on weekends when I don't "do much", like this weekend for example, I walk the dog, I give the dog his bath, play with him, I go to the supermarket with my parents, I visit my friends and God-Daughters. To me, that's doing stuff. At my apartment all I do is clean the apartment and&amp;nbsp;do the grocery shopping on Saturday and lay in bed all day Sunday watching&amp;nbsp; movies or whatever. That's not a bad way to spend a day, except that it's how I spend EVERY. SINGLE. DAY., because when I get home from work, I cook, I eat, and I watch a movie or play a vid game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't come down to my parents house because I don't want to be completely independent or because I still use them as a crutch or whatever, I come down because I don't want to be alone all the fucking time. I come down because this is the city where I have lived for the past 20 years, and being in a new place, while exciting, can be very lonely if you don't have the means to explore and do something other than staying at home all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how tardastic it is, that I complain about being alone but don't put any effort into going out and meeting people (financial situations aside), but I just have not had the best experiences when I go out of my way to make things like this happen. The best experiences, friendships, and moments that I've had all came naturally by accident without any premeditation what so ever, and yet all the times that I've gone out of my way to try and make something happen, it does not go well. AT. ALL. Also,&amp;nbsp;pretty much&amp;nbsp;I'm socially challenged. I can sustain a convo with someone who comes up to me, but I can't start a conversation&amp;nbsp;to save my life. I'm&amp;nbsp;completely awesome, I just don't know how to convey that awesomeness to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for my head being empty. The flood gates sort of opened there and everything came out. I was thinking of deleting it and just leaving the paragraph below this, which is what I had written originally but then I started writing, but hey, that's what a journal is for right? Opening up about all the shit you feel you can't tell others, or have told others but dont' want to bore them with the same shit over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of internet access, yesterday during the morning hours I could not access the web, the connection was inactive. This happens quite frequently so I angrily called up customer service. The guy told me he could not see that the modem was making a connection with the computer, which led me to believe that maybe the cable was busted. So I unhooked the router and connected the modem directly with a cable I was sure worked and voila, internet on my bro's computer. I switched the cables and there was still internet so it turns out it wasnt the cables or the modem, it was the router. I unplugged it while I tested the cables and left it a few extra minutes. I plugged it and reset it and everything was alright. The connection was active once more, and I can access everything perfectly. So it turns out that we need to let the router rest a bit every once in a while. I don't know why I always assumed it was a problem with the modem and it never occurred to me to restart the router. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded The Very Best Of Cher 2 Disc Set. I am so Jack McFarland right now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Review: I Know Who Killed Me</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T15:37:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T15:37:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Last night I watched I Know Who Killed Me, and I must say the movie was&lt;br /&gt;indeed horrible and disturbing. Lindsay Lohan stars as Aubrey a&lt;br /&gt;bright, beautiful and rich girl, who's great at piano but aspires to be a&lt;br /&gt;writer. One night after a football game, she's kidnapped by this saddistic&lt;br /&gt;killer who amputates her right hand, starting with each individual finger,&lt;br /&gt;and her right leg. She's later found and brought to a hospital, however,&lt;br /&gt;when she recuperates conciousness she claims her name is Dakota. After&lt;br /&gt;visits from an FBI psychiatrist and going home with her parents who all&lt;br /&gt;think she's suffering from post stress traumatic syndrome, we learn that&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey and Dakota are actually twin sisters who were separated at birth,&lt;br /&gt;when their junkie crackhead mother sold Aubrey to her father, who's daughter&lt;br /&gt;had just died in the incubator, all unbeknownst to his wife, who things that&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey is her true daughter. They are stigmatic twins, sharing a link that&lt;br /&gt;causes whatever injuries inflicted on Aubrey to also manifest in Dakota. At&lt;br /&gt;the end, Dakota finds Aubrey, kills her captor and rescues her sister. The&lt;br /&gt;movie ends with both sister laying on the ground holding eachother and&lt;br /&gt;looking up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was indeed horrible, not because of the acting or the plot but&lt;br /&gt;rather its horrible execution. The movie featured, what I consider to be, a&lt;br /&gt;lot of unnecessary gore. Perhaps I'm a complete pussy, but I certainly could&lt;br /&gt;have done without the scene where Aubrey's fingers are cut off, and the&lt;br /&gt;scene where after Dakota sews her finger back on after it fell off courtesy&lt;br /&gt;of the stigmatic twin thing. The characters were a bit shallow and&lt;br /&gt;underdeveloped, which is understandable in Aubrey's case, since she only&lt;br /&gt;really appeared in about the first half hour and they spent that time&lt;br /&gt;setting up the "motive" for he killer, and her reading the story she was&lt;br /&gt;writing to her class. As an aside, the story was about a girl who sensed&lt;br /&gt;things that happened to "her", but it was like she was watching a movie than&lt;br /&gt;experiencing them, so she didn't know they were actually happening, which&lt;br /&gt;was a sort of foreshadowing to the stigmatic twin thing. Turns out she was&lt;br /&gt;sensing things that happened to Dakota. Dakota was a bit more developed than&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey, but she spent most of her time being drilled by police on details&lt;br /&gt;about the killer, and by her parents who are trying to jog "her" memory&lt;br /&gt;about her life as Aubrey, while she tries to make sense of the visions she's&lt;br /&gt;having and developing her theory about what happened to the real Aubrey and&lt;br /&gt;their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the movie was horrible, filled with unncessary gore, time was taken&lt;br /&gt;away from Dakota and focused on the police investigation and their&lt;br /&gt;conclusion that Dakota was either lying or delusional, and they tried to&lt;br /&gt;cram a lot of things into 1 hour and 41 minutes. The point I'm trying to&lt;br /&gt;make here, is that while I completely agree with the critics that the movie&lt;br /&gt;was completly horrible, HOW IS THAT LINDSAY'S FAULT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't write the story or the script. She only acted with what she was&lt;br /&gt;given, and she did a great job of it. Her performance was on point. It was&lt;br /&gt;believable and diverse, you could clearly see a difference, not only between&lt;br /&gt;the Aubrey/Dakota characters, but between all other characters that she has&lt;br /&gt;played. The attitude, the body language, the facial expressions, you could&lt;br /&gt;completely tell that they were as different as night and day, and had been&lt;br /&gt;through very different circumstances. When Aubrey was in that table about to&lt;br /&gt;get cut, you can look in her eyes and see the fear in her eyes and face, and&lt;br /&gt;you can her the pain in her screams. Linsay's performance was incredible,&lt;br /&gt;and it was something very different to what she had normally portrayed up to&lt;br /&gt;that point. And I fully believe that you could have had the best actress in&lt;br /&gt;the world, someone with Merryl Streep caliber, and the movie would have&lt;br /&gt;still sucked ass!! In fact Linsay was probably the only thing that made the&lt;br /&gt;movie even remotely bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my Lindsay Lohan movie queue is the movie Bobby. I'm not sure if she&lt;br /&gt;has a starring or supporting role, but the movie's director Emilio Estevez&lt;br /&gt;called it "her best work yet". We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM LINDSAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No, I don't have shit else better to do than watch movies when I get&lt;br /&gt;home from work. Mine, is an unexciting life.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Daily Food Diary and Team Lindsay</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T16:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T16:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After reading a story in MSN yesterday, about how keeping a Food Diary makes&lt;br /&gt;you more aware of your food intake and thus you can make a concious effort&lt;br /&gt;to restrict yourself which results in better weightloss results when&lt;br /&gt;compared to people who do not keep a food diary, I have started to keep a&lt;br /&gt;food diary of my own. I downloaded a Daily Food Diary print out and I&lt;br /&gt;started yesterday recording my daily food intake, complete with calories,&lt;br /&gt;fat grams, and protein grams and I found that I really don't eat that much&lt;br /&gt;during the week. I only had about 1,800 calories yesterday, which is not&lt;br /&gt;that much considering that nutritionists concluded that 2000 calories per&lt;br /&gt;day is ideal average for an average American adult. Hopefully this will help&lt;br /&gt;me learn and adapt myself to eating healthier foods and to reduce the amount&lt;br /&gt;of food in each serving, so that I'll be able to fit into my size 34 jeans&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner last night, I watched the recently downloaded Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;Lohan/Jamie Lee Curtis movie "Freaky Friday", and I absolutely loved it. It&lt;br /&gt;was all kinds of funny and a good display of Lindsay's acting abilities.&lt;br /&gt;There are other actresses who always play the same character, but with&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay you can see a marked difference between her characters not just in&lt;br /&gt;behaviour but in body language and the way they speak and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that bugs me about Hollywood is how people automatically brand&lt;br /&gt;someone as having no talent because a few movies they've taken a part in&lt;br /&gt;don't do well in the movie theaters. I mean, everybody has failures, even&lt;br /&gt;Oscar winners like Halle Berry and huge critically acclaimed stars like Will&lt;br /&gt;Smith, but just because the movie script, or the movie's plot or themes are&lt;br /&gt;uniteresting to the public, or in some cases complete crap, doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;that the proble was the actor's performance or that the actor can't act. I&lt;br /&gt;mean you could have had Merryl Streep playing Catwoman and it would still&lt;br /&gt;have been complete crap! So people need to lay off Lindsay, and stop&lt;br /&gt;branding her as having no talent and no acting ability, because she most&lt;br /&gt;certainly does. I'm seriously considering getting a Team Linsay t-shirt :D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight I'll be watching "I Know Who Killed Me".</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Wall-E</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T19:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T19:27:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I had been anticipating the arrival of Pixar's latest movie Wall-E, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;glad to say that it did not dissapoint. The Earth is covered in trash and&lt;br /&gt;all human life, border a ginormous intergallactic space station and has been&lt;br /&gt;living in space for 700 years while the robots that were left behind clean&lt;br /&gt;up the earth. In time all robots start to break down, until only Wall-E is&lt;br /&gt;left, being the only robot who learnt how to repair himself. After a while,&lt;br /&gt;a probe from the space station lands on earth to scout and look for plant&lt;br /&gt;life that would indicate that Earch can once more support life. The probe&lt;br /&gt;comes in the form of a female robot named Eve, who clearly is Wall-E's&lt;br /&gt;answer to his longing for companionship, thus as it should be expected, he&lt;br /&gt;falls for her and wackiness ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really sweet movie, and Wall-E is arguably the most adorable&lt;br /&gt;Disney/Pixar character to be introduced in a long time. Despite being an old&lt;br /&gt;foggie, I LOVE Disney movies, be it classic or cgi animation, and I have to&lt;br /&gt;say Wall-E is one of the best, if not the best, animated movies I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet, funny and keeps you interested throughout the entire movie, even&lt;br /&gt;though about the first half of the movie is completely dialogue free, save&lt;br /&gt;for a few robot noises and the sounds of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wall-E to come out on DVD.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: First Crush</title>
    <published>2008-06-30T18:37:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Six years ago, right after coming out to myself and a few select friends, I&lt;br /&gt;met the guy who would be my very first crush. At the time I thought I was in&lt;br /&gt;love, but I now realize that it was a school boy illusion crush rather than&lt;br /&gt;love. When he wasn't smiling he looked very intimidating, kind of scary&lt;br /&gt;even, yet when he smiled his face lit up and he looked sweet, and innocent&lt;br /&gt;even. He was very nice to me, polite and friendly, yet I could see, from his&lt;br /&gt;behaviour around certain other people and by what people said, that he was a&lt;br /&gt;bad boy. Let's face it, no matter how much we know they are not right for&lt;br /&gt;us, the good boys, like myself, always fall for the bad boys. He was&lt;br /&gt;straight, obviously since that's always my luck, so nothing happened between&lt;br /&gt;us, we were just coworkers but I adored the boy. Typically, there were some&lt;br /&gt;straight guys who were assholes and started the rumors and stuff and what&lt;br /&gt;can I say? Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to go to my same university and I randomly saw him a few times,&lt;br /&gt;from far away because I erroneously though that he was mad at me (though I&lt;br /&gt;would not find out I was wrong until a while later) and because I am a&lt;br /&gt;chicken shit. Last time I saw him was sometime during the January - May&lt;br /&gt;semester of 2004, and I never though I'd see him again after that (I&lt;br /&gt;graduated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night, I picked up my girl Desiree and took her to Walmart to&lt;br /&gt;order a cake for her baby shower [she's due in 3 weeks! EXCITED!!!]. As we&lt;br /&gt;walk into the store I see him. Right in front of me, a mere 2 to 3 feet&lt;br /&gt;away. It's true what they say, you never forget the first time you develop&lt;br /&gt;loving feelings towards someone because seeing him made my heart jump...&lt;br /&gt;actually seeing him nearly gave me a massive coronary. He didn't see me as&lt;br /&gt;he was talking to a girl, his wife or girlfriend, and he was looking at her&lt;br /&gt;the entire time, glancing forward sporadically only to ensure he didn't run&lt;br /&gt;over someone with their shopping cart. I waited a while until I was sure&lt;br /&gt;they were out of the store, and out of earshot, and I turned to Desiree and&lt;br /&gt;by the expression on her face I knew she had recognized him. (The three of&lt;br /&gt;us worked at the same whole sale supermarket warehouse, which is where&lt;br /&gt;Desiree and I met,  6 years ago.) I only glanced at his face briefly, as I&lt;br /&gt;didn't want him to catch me looking at him. Desiree, however, got a better&lt;br /&gt;look and she told me that she noticed he had a bit of a belly; he wasn't&lt;br /&gt;bald at all, but his hair was a bit thinner in front, and he was in the&lt;br /&gt;process of growing a beard (or maybe he hadn't felt like shaving in a&lt;br /&gt;week?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, I can with all confidence say that I don't give a&lt;br /&gt;shit. I looked at him, ever so briefly, and to me he is still as beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;sexy and attractive as he was the first day I laid eyes on him. I guess it's&lt;br /&gt;true what they say, you never forget your first crush. He still intimidates&lt;br /&gt;me, and I guess deep down the good boy in me is always gonna like&lt;br /&gt;that particular bad boy.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Culinary Adventures</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T15:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T15:41:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Like most weekends I spend at my apartment in Gurabo, this past weekend I&lt;br /&gt;decided to try out some recipes that I had gotten off of the mighty internet&lt;br /&gt;to expand my culinary repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I made this yummy vegetarian/vegan rice, which at first I though&lt;br /&gt;I had fucked up because even though I repeatedly read "tomato soup" in the&lt;br /&gt;ingredients list, my brain kept interpreting it as "tomato sauce" and I&lt;br /&gt;didn't buy any tomato soup. I realized my mistake right before I was to add&lt;br /&gt;the ingredient, and since the recipe called for a 10oz can of tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;and the tomato sauce was 8oz, I thought to myself "I will make up the&lt;br /&gt;other 2 ounces with water which will dilute the sauce and make it more&lt;br /&gt;liquid which is basically the difference between tomato soup and tomato&lt;br /&gt;sauce, cuz they're both tomato right?" Well irregardless of wether my&lt;br /&gt;assertion is correct or not, which I'm sure it is not, the tomato soup +&lt;br /&gt;water worked great and the Vegetarian/Vegan Rice came out fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I decided to make some home made onion rings so that I could bake&lt;br /&gt;them instead of fry them, since I'm trying to eat healthier and all. Unlilke&lt;br /&gt;the Veg Rice, the home made onion rings were... MASSIVELY EPIC FAIL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Breading meat, which is reasonably large is one thing, but breading thin,&lt;br /&gt;hollow rings of onion is a pain in the ass! Not only was it a pain in the&lt;br /&gt;ass, but it was a massive mess!! The recipe I got called for mixing flour,&lt;br /&gt;ground crackers and baking powder for the breading, which was a ginormous&lt;br /&gt;mess!! After getting everything done, I baked them at 350 and after about 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes, the breading was still as white and raw as the second I had put&lt;br /&gt;them in! The onions were already cooked through, over cooked even, but the&lt;br /&gt;breading was raw and powdery and not done AT ALL!! I got one of the thicker&lt;br /&gt;ones out of the sheet and dusted off as much of the breading as I could and&lt;br /&gt;the onions themselves were so good!! They had a really great taste but the&lt;br /&gt;breading was completely raw and un cooked. So I just threw them all away. I&lt;br /&gt;FAILED EPICALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my MASSIVE home made onion ring DISASTER I went out with my friend The&lt;br /&gt;Rob to Outback and had A Heart Attack on a Plate, AKA Aussie Cheese Fries,&lt;br /&gt;which were AMAZING! but oh SO unhealthy! After dinner we went back to The&lt;br /&gt;Rob's place and we continued my introduction to the anime crack known as&lt;br /&gt;Bleach. OMG! Normally I'm not that much into anime, with the notable&lt;br /&gt;exceptions of Sailor Moon, Ranma 1/2, and very few others, but Bleach was&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING!! It is most definetly crack, because after just 2-3 episodes I was&lt;br /&gt;addicted. I've seen eps 1-13 and I can't wait to see what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't decide who I want to hook up with Ishigo: Orihime, Rukia or&lt;br /&gt;Chad.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Pretty Whack</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T17:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T17:00:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I've been feeling very nostalgic lately, as a result I've been watching my&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel S2 DVD boxed set. Max is the definition of badassery, I love&lt;br /&gt;Joshua so hard, and Alec is made of win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years but I'm still mad that after green lighting a 3rd season,&lt;br /&gt;FOX recanted its desicion so they could pick up Firefly which it then&lt;br /&gt;cancelled mid season due to low ratings. As if I needed another reason&lt;br /&gt;to resent Joss Whedon (killing Kendra on Buffy being the first and most&lt;br /&gt;powerful reason... and also his being horribly late on Astonishing X-Men).&lt;br /&gt;It was a great show, with interesting and deep characters and a drastic yet&lt;br /&gt;interesting premise, both for the characters and the way the country fell. I&lt;br /&gt;guess I feel a bit of a kindredship to the transgenics since being gay kind&lt;br /&gt;of marks you as being "different" and people hate things that are different&lt;br /&gt;and things they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that's where my online username comes from. When I signed up for LJ&lt;br /&gt;I wanted somethind Dark Angel related and since Max was X5-452, which&lt;br /&gt;obviously was taken, I kept increasing the number until I found that X5455&lt;br /&gt;was available. It started on LJ but it's been my username for almost&lt;br /&gt;everything for the past few years, and still to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 discs to go through so I guess I know what I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;doing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note; I had always thought that Puerto Rico was still largely&lt;br /&gt;prejudiced against the GLBT Community, but I just found out that it might&lt;br /&gt;not actually be the case. Recently the House of Representatives did not&lt;br /&gt;approve Resolution 99, which proposed a referendum to voters that would add&lt;br /&gt;an amendment to ban same-sex marriages, civil unions and domestic partner&lt;br /&gt;benefits from PR's constitution. Also, the legislative commitee that was&lt;br /&gt;studying the proposal concluded not to recomment its approval. The Attorney&lt;br /&gt;General also declared that it might be unconstitutional to deny the right of&lt;br /&gt;marriage to same sex couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't really mean anything to me right now, as I'm not getting&lt;br /&gt;married/civil unioned/domestic partnershiped any time soon, but it's nice to&lt;br /&gt;know that my country is advancing and opening up its mind. It's like a ray&lt;br /&gt;of hope.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Not Fun</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T16:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T16:02:11Z</updated>
    <category term="final fantasy x-2"/>
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    <content type="html">You know what's not fun AT ALL? Trying to sleep and waking up at EVERY&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE HOUR during the night with a new symptom, feeling each time a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;sicker. That was my Sunday to Monday night. By Monday morning I had a fever,&lt;br /&gt;stuffed nose, headache, neck ache, body ache and upset stomach. NOT FUN. All&lt;br /&gt;was not lost, however, as staying home dying granted me the oportunity to&lt;br /&gt;watch a few movies that I had downloaded but not yet watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luster - was suppossed to be a comedy/drama, but I found it to be neither.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit confusing, honestly, the story went from place to place and had&lt;br /&gt;a lot of elements to it that I did not understand why they were suppossed to&lt;br /&gt;fit together. The main character was a jackass and everybody wanted him even&lt;br /&gt;though he was not really that attractive, IMHO. Didn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam &amp; Steve - now this was a funny movie. At times a bit over the top, it&lt;br /&gt;was a sweet love story between Adam &amp; Steve, with Chris Katan and Parker&lt;br /&gt;Posey as a fantastic supporting cast. It was classically campy with 2&lt;br /&gt;musical/dance numbers, and yet it also reflected on a lot of issues that men&lt;br /&gt;go through while trying to find love and the semblance of a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbooty - it was exactly the kind of campy ridiculous awesomeness that you&lt;br /&gt;would expect from a blaxploitation/sexploitation parody movie written and&lt;br /&gt;starring the incomparable RuPaul. The world's top Supermodel, who is also a&lt;br /&gt;secret agent, Starbooty goes undercover as a prostitute to bust her&lt;br /&gt;arch-nemesis Annika Manners who runs a ring which kidnaps prostitutes and&lt;br /&gt;sells their organs in the black market, as well as having kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;Starbooty's niece Cornisha. As a bonus, there is a lot of peen shown in this&lt;br /&gt;movie, including about 2 hard ons. Yay for male frontal nudity! It's about&lt;br /&gt;damned time! There's also boobies, but not so many. The only thing that&lt;br /&gt;dissapointed me about the movie were the fight scenes. Obviously I did not&lt;br /&gt;expect acrobacy and fight choreography on par with Xena, Buffy and Dark&lt;br /&gt;Angel, but I expected a lil bit better from the fighting. LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I was able to finish preparing my Pokemon FireRed game, that&lt;br /&gt;I had started over after transfering a bunch of stuff to my Emerald. I got&lt;br /&gt;all the Pokemon that evolve by trading and the corresponding items ready.&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is to buy a Porygon, and I'm all set for the next time I'm&lt;br /&gt;able to find a spare GBA to trade between the 2 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finished FFX-2, FINALLY, and started playing Kingdom Hearts, which&lt;br /&gt;my friend The Rob lent me. It looks pretty cool, but it's already pissing me&lt;br /&gt;off. Sending me off to look for hidden shit, not my idea of fun. But I found&lt;br /&gt;everything and I'm off the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated side note: I was grocery shopping on Walmart on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and this completly cute, olive skinned guy was completely checking&lt;br /&gt;me out! I was checking him out too and he smiled at me and I smiled back but&lt;br /&gt;I had to break eye contact because I was about run somebody over with my&lt;br /&gt;cart. I was hoping that he would come over and talk to me and ask for my&lt;br /&gt;phone number or something but he didn't cuz he is a pussy, and given that&lt;br /&gt;I'm teh Chickenshit and wasn't about to go talk to him, things didn't pan&lt;br /&gt;out. I am able to draw 2 conclusions from this: 1) I will die alone. 2) I am&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of BOOTYLICIOUS! Don't front. You betta act like you know.</content>
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    <title>Review: Another Gay Movie (2006)</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T00:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T00:55:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When I sat down to watch &lt;em&gt;Another Gay Movie&lt;/em&gt;, I&amp;nbsp;expected a &lt;em&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/em&gt; type of parody that makes fun of many popular movies, primarily American Pie but&amp;nbsp;after watching it, I see that it is so much more. I absolutely loved this movie. The movie parallels the plot of American Pie, making fun of it's more popular moments and its characters while being similar to the characters from American Pie, are also infused with the stereotypes of gay culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have Nico (Jonah Blechman), the skinny, size zero (0), multi-color haired, make-up wearing, sasheing queen who's flame burns ever so brightly; Jarod (Jonathan Chase), the good-looking, hard-bodied, baseball player, who is sensitive yet a bit insecure; Griff (Mitch Morris), the adorable, shy, insecure, impeccably mannered geek with paste glasses and an awesome vocabulary (the epitome of the pretty ugly girl from movies like &lt;em&gt;Not Another Teen Movie&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;which in turn is a play on&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;She's All That); &lt;/em&gt;Andy, the friendly, socially awkward horndog who keeps getting busted by his parents, specially his dad, while masturbating and manscaping because he can't seem to remember to lock his door!; finally we have Muffler (Ashlie Atkinson), the tough talking, often vulgar, womanizing bull dyke (in other words &lt;em&gt;Stiffler&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought this would be your typical satirical parody, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that it also dealt with some common situations that gay teens go through, albeit in a humorous manner. Even though there are a lot of different niches within the gay community e.g.&amp;nbsp;bears, daddies, chubs, jocks, winks; what is usually considered 'mainstream' and what a lot of gay youth aspire to be are perfect bodied studs with bubble butts, perfect abs and a gigantic penis. The movie touches upon the insecurities of gay youths with regards to their bodies as well as the coming out process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved this movie, it was funny, it infused humor into a lot of the issues and stereotypes that gay youth faced, ther was lots of male nudity and even 2 erect penises; in other words a recipe for WIN! But my most favorite part of the movie, what really won my heart was the fact that Griff the lovable nerd and Jarod the handsome jock, ended up together, not only losing their virginitys to one another but actually becoming a couple. Things like that don't happen in real life, but any movie in which a nerd with a pure love can end up with a jock with a heart of gold is a great movie in my book.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Squeee!!!!!!! Life is good</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T23:02:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T23:08:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In the space of 2 weeks life has just turned from good to amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a bit of a hard time lately in&amp;nbsp;a few aspects of my life. Gas&amp;nbsp;and grocery prices&amp;nbsp;keep rocketing and I was having a few financial difficulties.&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;a bit depressed because I will have to, yet again, postpone my trip to NYC to &amp;nbsp;next year. I've been missing my friends in the USA. I've generally been feeling very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got my Economic Incentive that the Federal Government is giving Puerto Rico and all of a sudden I'm feeling so hopefull. The Economic Incentive was twice what I was expecting, which means I was able to aliviate a good chunk&amp;nbsp;of my financial load. I completed the amount of money I had been saving to completely pay off my loan, I made my next quarterly payment of my car insurance, I took my car in for a tune up and changed the break pad thingies, and I will be renewing my passport this week. Eliminating the loan payment and one of my quarterly car insurance payments is a huge help for me and it also means that my refund for my 2007 tax returns is completely uncompromised and mine to spend in which ever way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 2 days had passed since I realized all this and my friend Jabeth, who I met in 2003 while we were doing our &lt;a href="http://www.wdwcollegeprogram.com"&gt;Disney College Program&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;wrote to me on myspace asking about the possibility to meet her in FL in the Fall. We talked about it yesterday over IM for a few hours and she started to look up prices for flights, hotels and car rental and she found that we could take a 5 day trip for about $350 each. Which is about the&amp;nbsp;amount of my tax refund. If this is not a sign from God, then I don't know what is. I am so stoked and so jazzed about it. Jabeth and I have not seen eachother for about 5 years, and even though the phone calls have waned over the years, we have kept in touch through myspace and facebook and message eachother every other week. So I will do what ever I have to do to make this trip happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the space of 2 weeks my financial situation improved considerably and I am coordinating a vacay with a very good friend who I miss dearly and have not seen in a long time. Life has gone from good to amazing.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Email Post: New Addiction</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T21:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T21:58:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">For the past 2 weeks I have been staying at my aunt's house baby sitting her&lt;br /&gt;dogs while she is away on a business trip. She has Dish Network, so I've&lt;br /&gt;been taking advantage of it and watching lots of TV in the weekends. This&lt;br /&gt;past weekend I caught a House M.D. marathon on USA network and I am&lt;br /&gt;completely hooked. Sure he's kind of an ass, but he's a medical genius and&lt;br /&gt;he's hella funny. It was nice seeing Cuddy on the show, but I will always&lt;br /&gt;think of her as the transexual receptionist from Ally McBeal. I think&lt;br /&gt;Cameron is all kinds of cool, and Chase is completely yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now post my deep critical thoughts on the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. House and Wilson NEED to have LOTS and LOTS of sex. Crazy, nekkid,&lt;br /&gt;sweaty, wild, animal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kutner needs to have sex with ME. REPEATEDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: I have found Heaven.</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T17:01:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T17:01:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">On Sunday May 11, 2008, at approximately 4pm, I found Heaven a.k.a. The&lt;br /&gt;Haagen-Dazs Store. I was hangin' out with my frient The Rob and he suggested&lt;br /&gt;that we go since I'd never been before. We sat down and this totally cute&lt;br /&gt;guy, who I'm pretty positive was gay, came to our table, gave us menues and&lt;br /&gt;after a while took our order. I ordered a Chocolate Brownie Explosion. OH.&lt;br /&gt;MY. GOD. If I could eat one of those per week I would never need another man&lt;br /&gt;again, it was THAT. GOOD. And the fact that it was prepared and delivered by&lt;br /&gt;a completly cute guy, well it was heaven I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from finding heaven, we went to the movies and watched Forbidden&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom which is the BESTEST. MOVIE. EVER. Seriously, the only complain I&lt;br /&gt;have about the movie is that they fridged Sparrow. Out of the main 4 heroes&lt;br /&gt;the only one that dies is the girl. Yeah classic woman in fridge type of&lt;br /&gt;thing, I mean she didn't even get a super cool death or die saving the hero&lt;br /&gt;or nothing. Aside from that, the movie was epic. Jackie Chan + Jet Li =&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY AWESOME WIN. Seriously. A lot of the martial arts movies have&lt;br /&gt;amazing battles but severely lack in plot, but this movie had a great story,&lt;br /&gt;well executed fight scenes that made sense in the movie's context, not just&lt;br /&gt;some gratuitus violence. Very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [poke geek rant]&lt;br /&gt;So I bought these 2 used wireless transmitters for my GBA ($3 e/a) so that I&lt;br /&gt;could trade between my poke games. The only problem is that none of my&lt;br /&gt;friends that live close by have a GBA that they could lend me so that I&lt;br /&gt;could do the trades. After a long while I finally found a second game boy to&lt;br /&gt;do my trades, I've even started moving my Fire Red pokes over to Emerald,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly while checking my Sapphire... D'OH. The wireless feature only&lt;br /&gt;works in Emerald, FireRed, &amp;LeafGreen and NOT for Sapphire/Ruby!&lt;br /&gt;DISSAPOINTED!!!!!! So since I can't move my Sapphire pokes (which are&lt;br /&gt;considerable since it was the first of the 3 games that I bought) over to&lt;br /&gt;Emerald I STILL won't be able to finish my freaking pokedex!!&lt;br /&gt;D'OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; [/poke geek rant]</content>
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    <title>Email Post: NYC How I love Thee</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T15:19:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T15:19:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I love my job. I love being a Web Developer. I love doing anything internet&lt;br /&gt;related. However, I strongly dislike my workplace. The accountants are all&lt;br /&gt;awesome but, my fellow web developers are completely insufferable. My boss,&lt;br /&gt;as a boss is awesome, as a person I find him arrogant, close-minded, and&lt;br /&gt;inappropriate. The owner of the firm... don't even get me started. Like I&lt;br /&gt;said, I love my job and I'm eternally greatful to my boss for giving me the&lt;br /&gt;oportunity and hiring me when I had no professional experience, but he work&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere, and mostly the pay, leave a lot to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the reasons why every cell in my body is screaming at&lt;br /&gt;me to leave PR and move to the continental USA, more specifically to NYC. I&lt;br /&gt;am completely aware that I may have a fantasy idealized vision of what NYC&lt;br /&gt;is like from reading the blogs of people who live in NYC, watching Friends &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Sex in the City and from the 2 times I've visited NYC, but I really do think&lt;br /&gt;that I could be happy there. I've pretty much started planning and&lt;br /&gt;envisioning my life alone, not worrying about finding a husband, and I think&lt;br /&gt;that NYC would most likely be the best place for me to live and not be&lt;br /&gt;consumed by loneliness. For the first 4-6 months just walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;and looking at the buildings and the shops would be more than enough to keep&lt;br /&gt;me entertained. Museums, ice skating in the winter, 5th avenue, shows,&lt;br /&gt;plays, concerts, bars, shops, restaurants, Rockerfeller Center, the Statue&lt;br /&gt;of Liberty (this is relatively near NYC right? subway/bus accessible?), The&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Rican Day Parade, The Pride Parade, hell even riding the subway; NYC&lt;br /&gt;has a myriad of things that could keep me entertained. I'm confident that I&lt;br /&gt;could be happy in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, knowing that my views might be clouded by a fantasy of what I think&lt;br /&gt;NYC is like, I've been planning a NYC vacay for a while to not only because&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the Pride Parade, but also as sort of a scouting trip to see&lt;br /&gt;what it's really like to live there. Things have not gone as I planned I'm&lt;br /&gt;afraid. Things have come up, I still haven't gotten the pay raise that I was&lt;br /&gt;supposed to get, and while I'm not broke I, unfortch, have other priorities&lt;br /&gt;for my money than this vacay. Suffice it to say I'm a bit frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, before even thinking about moving I would need to find a job&lt;br /&gt;in NYC, which I have no idea how to even begin persuing that from all the&lt;br /&gt;way over here. Monster[dot]com? Craigslist? Somehow I don't think that a&lt;br /&gt;good job, in a good company could originate from places like that. Can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Im a bit frustrated, yeah, but I'm good. This rant is just so&lt;br /&gt;that my head does not implode from my desire to have a drastic change in my&lt;br /&gt;life, which is what I feel I need. One day I'll make it to NYC. Even if I&lt;br /&gt;have to sell a fucking kidney! ^_^</content>
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    <title>140 Life Experiences (I've Had 69)</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T22:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T22:48:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Bored so I stole this from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='jtownse' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jtownse.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://jtownse.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jtownse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) I have had an asthma attack &lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette &lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar &lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked Weed &lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex &lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In Love or I am still in love &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Fired &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Fist Fight &lt;br /&gt;( ) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far:&amp;nbsp;7 of 10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested/Seen Someone You Know Get Arrested &lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Out With A Stranger &lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Out On A Blind Date &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person &lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School &lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker/teammate &lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen Someone/Something Die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane &lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking &lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten Sushi &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding/Skiing &lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Myspace &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Mosh Pitting &lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers &lt;br /&gt;(x) Love(d)or Lust(ed) Someone Who You Can't Have &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a BAD relationship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By &lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Tea Party &lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite &lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle &lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Puddle Jumping &lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Dress Up &lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves &lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledding &lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely &lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work/School &lt;br /&gt;( ) Used A Fake/Someone Else's ID &lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The sunset/sunrise &lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake &lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Snake &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Robbed/Vandalized &lt;br /&gt;( ) Robbed Someone &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pet A Deer &lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car/ Motorcycle Accident &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces &lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had deja vu &lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime &lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes &lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World &lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean &lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying &lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far:&amp;nbsp;37 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Cops And Robbers &lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons/Colored Pencils / Markers &lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke &lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls &lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose &lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain &lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care/Cared About &lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles &lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach &lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed A Party &lt;br /&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People &lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating/Blading &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey &lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn Pearls &lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Off A Bridge.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "Penis" In Class &lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins &lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer/Ice Cube &lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed A Fish &lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes &lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top &lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs &lt;br /&gt;(x) Done/Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel &lt;br /&gt;(x) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours &lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed Up All Night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far:&amp;nbsp;52 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree &lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had/Been In A Tree House &lt;br /&gt;( ) Have been/Are scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone &lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen/heard a Ghost(or so you think) &lt;br /&gt;( ) Have/d More Than 30 Pairs Of Shoes or Flip Flops &lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to/Visited Someone At Jail &lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger &lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken A Bone... &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused &lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Fish &lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Butterfly &lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried &lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried So Hard You Laughed &lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had someone Moon/Flash You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test &lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name &lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept Naked &lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someones hair &lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Skinny Dipping &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House. &lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster &lt;br /&gt;( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used &lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs &lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat &lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone &lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at with a gun &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in or next to a field/garden/lake/ocean &lt;br /&gt;( ) Flattened someone’s tires &lt;br /&gt;(x) Drove in a car until the gas light came on &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had five pounds or less and bought something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost Your Results Like This...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140 Life Experiences (I've Had 69)</content>
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    <title>Email Post:</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T21:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T21:46:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm very proud to say that my resolve to excersize an loose weight has not&lt;br /&gt;faltered during the first week. My goal is to get up early every morning and&lt;br /&gt;work out before going to work, because I've always found that working out in&lt;br /&gt;the morning is more effective and makes me feel good throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Unfrotch, that has yet to happen. I have been working out every day the past&lt;br /&gt;week, taking a break on Sunday, but I've been doing it after work.&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of when, the important thing is that I do work out. I'm&lt;br /&gt;motivated, hopefully by August I'll be down to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a complete bore. From Friday night to Sunday night it did&lt;br /&gt;not stop raining at all. I love the rain, but not driving in the rain. I&lt;br /&gt;only left the apartment once on Saturday to go grocery shopping. While I was&lt;br /&gt;at Walmart, I saw this gorgeous man. Dark/tanned skinned, dark hair and&lt;br /&gt;eyes, taller than me and he was either working or at some sort of formal&lt;br /&gt;function because he was wearing striped dress pants and a long sleeved&lt;br /&gt;button up dress shirt and he look so delicious. He made me happy in my&lt;br /&gt;pants. So it wasn't a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [video game geekery]&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY mastered the Alchemist dressphere in FFX-2 AND I caught all the&lt;br /&gt;chocobos I needed to uncover the Secret Chocobo Dungeon (or whatever it's&lt;br /&gt;called). WHICH MEANS YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, while playing Sapphire I encountered Rayquazza and while&lt;br /&gt;fighting she used Rest and went to sleep. Just for fun I decided to throw an&lt;br /&gt;Ultra Ball, because even though it was impossible to catch it since it had&lt;br /&gt;full HP it was asleep and it would be totally awesome if I caught a full HP&lt;br /&gt;Rayquazza, and catch her I did!! Well now, in Emerald, I'm paying for it,&lt;br /&gt;because the bitch does not want to be caught!! She has been asleep with the&lt;br /&gt;tiniest sliver of health, SEVERAL TIMES, and the bitch will not stay in the&lt;br /&gt;Ultra Ball!! Dumb bitch!&lt;br /&gt;[/video game geekery]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done.</content>
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    <title>Email Post: Getting off my Ass</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T15:25:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T15:25:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday I made the desicion to get off my ass and start working out this&lt;br /&gt;week. I got the table that I needed to setup the spare tv and vcr in the&lt;br /&gt;living room, since the furniture in my room doesn't leave much room for the&lt;br /&gt;step bench, and I bought a pair of sneakers, since the old ones chafe/scrape&lt;br /&gt;the back of my right heel. All the excuses that I had for not working out,&lt;br /&gt;the table/setup and sneakers, are now gone. Last night I was all preped,&lt;br /&gt;pumped, and looking forward to start working out today, and following my&lt;br /&gt;weird alien logic I decided that I needed to treat myself for my dedication&lt;br /&gt;by buying myself a Cheese Danish, a Tronky, and a pack of 4 Mon Cheri's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured since I am going to modify my eating habits to eat healthier, that&lt;br /&gt;I deserved one last pig out. As I was eating I realized that there is&lt;br /&gt;something else I need to work on: stress and anxiety management. Even though&lt;br /&gt;I have not been diagnosed, I have realized that I have an eating disorder, I&lt;br /&gt;am a compulsive eater. I eat on a rutine and whenever I feel stress, anxiety&lt;br /&gt;or sadness. I can securely say that I cannot remember the last time I ate&lt;br /&gt;because I was actually hungry. I eat breakfast before going to work because&lt;br /&gt;one is suppossed to eat breakfast, the most important meal of the day and&lt;br /&gt;all. I eat lunch at 12:30pm because that's when my lunch break is and that's&lt;br /&gt;what one does in their lunch break. I eat dinner about 30 mins after I get&lt;br /&gt;home from work because that's when dinner time traditionally is. It's all&lt;br /&gt;routine, not actual hunger, but that's ok because one is suppossed to eat 3&lt;br /&gt;meals a day right? The problem is that whenever I have free time and I'm at&lt;br /&gt;home, if I don't have my  mind ocuppied with something I end up in the&lt;br /&gt;fridge eating something not because I'm hungry but because of stress,&lt;br /&gt;anxiety, sadness and/or loneliness. I guess all that crap therapists spout&lt;br /&gt;about not being able to control stuff, but being able to control he food&lt;br /&gt;intake gives a person a sense of fake control and blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know all this stuff. But does that help? NO. I'm hoping that much&lt;br /&gt;like the last few times I decided to start an excersice routine, my body&lt;br /&gt;will adjust and I'll start feeling better and I will not feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;eat so much crap. The first time I decided to loose weight, back in 2002, I&lt;br /&gt;felt amazing from excersicing, I did not require as much sleep, I woke up&lt;br /&gt;energized, and I did not feel the "need" to be in the fridge all the time,&lt;br /&gt;and even when I did eat something, like Oreos, I ate 3 cookies instead of&lt;br /&gt;the 6 - 8 I eat now. Hopefully I will get back that feeling once I start&lt;br /&gt;excersicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on my motivations, I realize that the reason I've been&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating so much is because I don't want to loose weight due to low&lt;br /&gt;self-esteem, or because I think I'm disgusting, or because I want to appeal&lt;br /&gt;to others (I'm a sexy cub bitches, you better act like you know!). My&lt;br /&gt;motivation is that I want to be able to fit into all of my old clothes! I&lt;br /&gt;have stuff in my closet that I haven't even worn because I gained weight&lt;br /&gt;before I could wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal: to fit into my size 32-34 Ginch Gonch piggie trunk briefs within 6&lt;br /&gt;months!! I shall try to record my process here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought occurs to me on how to control my compulsive over eating.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need something else to put in my mouth. And I do mean that in&lt;br /&gt;the dirtiest sounding way.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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