What do I look like?

Well, you've read my incredibly boring blog-life (which tells me that you have way too much time on your hands), but you have no idea what I look like. I'd post up a picture, but you know, I kind of like this blog being annonymous. So, I'll give you the discription. First of all, I am about 5' 7" and I weigh 118. I wear a size 29 if that means anything to you... I am a brunette, my short hair is shimmery (never greesy) and I have green eyes. The wierd thing about my eyes is that there's like this golden-yellow ring around my pupil... it's kind of cool; I wear clear contacts. I have braces, even though my teeth are perfectly straight. I sort of have a six-pack, but my friends will tell you different (in a good way thank you very much). I wouldn't say that I'm hot, just cute. I have been told this several times, that I am just cute... But as long as I'm not ugly, then I'm fine with the way I look... My best friend told me once that I looked like a turtle, then she changed her mind when another friend told me that I looked like a flameango! I guess I sort of do look like a flameango, I've got this huge Adam's apple. Oh well, I'm going to be a cute flameango for the rest of my life...

Nik

The funniest memory of my old friend Nik was definately when he/we got kicked out of Suncoast Movie store. Nik is interested in Stephen King and other horror people, and scary movies. When we got to the store, he walked up to the transvestite working behind a counter, and asked her where the horror movies were. She pointed us in the direction of the corner of the room. Now you need to know that I take no interest in movies as creepy as It. So there I was, looking around the room and trying not to freak myself out from looking at the movie covers. Nik was reading the back of The Polterguist. From the corner of my eye, I saw something that a twelve-year-old should never see (I was 12 at the time). The movie rack that was oposite to the horror section had been... premoting... prornography. "Oh my gosh! Nik!" I said without thinking. He turned to look at what I was seeing. He had the same reaction and said, "Oh my G*d!" That instant, the transvestite employee shouted out with a lisp and bad southern accent, "Hey! Yawl can't be in that Sexion." Then she called us over, most of the people in the store were pointing and whispering. She added, "I can't let yawl be in that sex-ion because if I let you, then I cood git abresetd. I'm a'gonna have to ask you to leave."
We left and were bashful to go back.
A few weeks later Nik and I went to the mall and of course Nik, being himself, dared me to go into the Suncoast and tell the transvestite off. Well, I never leave a dare untampered, so I walked in.
To my surprise, she was not in the store. I walked up to the manager and asked her where the transvestite was (lol). The manager told me that she was fired because she was stealing movies or something... Nik and I told her what had happened. She didn't look like this was unique news, she apologised for the transvestite and said that they put covers over the porn area. Me and Nik were relieved.
I felt bad though... I didn't mean to see those pictures that were open for all of the world to see!! Oh well, I guess I'm just a sinner-heathen.

Boyz

Wow! Now that's a topic! I go for the guys that are cute in the face, to be specific... ...but I've never had any kind of contact with another gay person. -Meaning I've probably gotten desperate. Where I live, if your gay, your name is Mud. They are highly discriminated against by white heteros, but in my opinion, that's because they are just uncomefortable around gay people. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but POP! ONE IN TEN PEOPLE IS GAY!
Anyway, I think heteros are hot, but that may just be me. I've never talked to anyone about boyz before. Highschool was great because there was this guy who was on the opposite side of the narrow hall, three lockers down from me. He was FINE! and he kept looking at me. YaYYYYYY! But saddly, I think he's heterosexual. Being around him was living porn! He stripped down to his American Eagle underwear, revealing his sweaty six-pack. Mmm. That's all there is to say.
At my school, there are like no gay people. None. Well, there is this one guy that everybody thinks is gay, but he is just @$$ ugly. Poor thing. He acts gay because his father acts gay. He might be gay, though, you never know. What do you think?

Alison

Alison... Alison, Alison, Alison... We were the best of friends, and we had so much in common. She was my first girlfriend; she almost made me bisexual. ...ALMOST... Well, it all started when our school's orchestra went to Carowinds and I sat beside her on the way home. She asked me who I liked, and I returned the question. She finally confessed that she liked me and I asked her out. She said yes, obviously, and we went out for about a year and a half. I didn't call her when she wanted to set something up for us to do when the weekends came around. She took it as an 'I don't like you anymore' gesture, and sent me an e-mail saying that I should have just told her it wasn't working out. That's how I got "widowed," -by e-mail. I just went along with it and told her whoever she went out with would be very lucky.
The following school day, she was extremely quiet, especially whenever I walked by. She kept on giving me evil looks (which I can't stand), and finally, I told who else? -Danielle that Alison was acting like such a B!@*#. Big mistake.
Alison is in my third period class. Sure enough, third period reared its ugly head and I wasn't ready. I just looked at the floor the whole period; one of Alisons friends told me that I wasn't helping.
Then lunch hit. After the dead silent meal, some of Alisons black friends started a beatbox behind me on my way to The Arts building. Then they started chanting, "Jordan is a B!@*#! Jordan is a B!@*#!"
What would you do in a situation like this? I did what any other red blooded homosexual would have done: I went into an empty hallway and punched the door of a vacant room. My hand was scratched up and started to bleed a little, but it was worth it. I felt a heck of a lot better.
That was last year^^^^^^^^^^
This year we went out again, and when her grandfather got cancer she was all doom and gloom. I know it's my responsability as her boyfriend to TRY and make everything seem alright, but she was making me depressed whenever I was around her. She would call me and tell me that I wasn't doing anything to help her. She also acused me of flirting with other girls, and I figured that was just hurting her.
I walked up to her and said, "Our relationship is no longer working out..." She said she knew. I was startled by her response and confirmed everything, "...We no longer go out."
That was that.
I feel like such a terrible ogre (no offense to Shrek), but I was hurting her and she was hurting me. It just didn't work out.
Thoughts? Comments??

Danielle

Danielle! Well where do we begin? Danielle is a girl at my school who stalks me. I've known her for about 2 1/2 years- since the seventh grade. Thats when she started crushing on me. At the time, I was going out with Alison (a violinist) and of course, Danielle was jelous. She sabbotaged our relationship with lies and rumors, etc. Alison broke up with me because I wanted to be friends with Danielle, and it was either one or the other. I figured friends are forever, but I was traggically wrong. Danielle asked me out several times and on the fourth try I said, "Fine!" and we were together. She called me 42 times in about a half an hour, breaking her record of 33 in that same amount of time. So, three days later, I broke up with her because 'I didn't want a girlfriend at the time...' People would ask me why I went out with her in the firse place.
Let me fill you in on what Danielle looks like. She is about 5' 5'' and weighs about 150+ pounds. She has braces that mask her peutridly misplaced teeth, and she wears glasses occasionally. Her hairline is extremely far back because her hair is in a tight ponytale at all times. As for me, I weigh 118, am 5' 7'', and wear contacts. I have braces, even though my teeth are perfectly straight (I've had them for 3 yrs), and my short hair is pushed off to the side neatly. ...but back to the story...
Suddenly, Danielle has a boyfriend and needs my advice. I fell for it and counceled her and her imaginary boyfriend. She breaks up with him soon after. Then she gets a boyfriend from church and wanted me to meet him. I did and he was FINE. But, they broke up soon after. Just to point out the oblious, this pattern continues on + on.
Now, this is the thing that really creeped me out. Danielle made her mom drive to my house. She clames to have seen me in my bathroom... ...yeah, creepy.
This year was different, however, because Danielle started to tell people: that we made out at the movies, that she gave one of her old boyfriends a blowjob, and that she gave the seventh chair cellist(to my first :-) a blowjob too. Well, about the kissing, first of all I'm gay honey *double snap* and I'll try not to be mean, but she is @$$ ugly. The blowjob with her imaginary boyfriend stands obvious. As for the cellist, I talked to him and he said he thought she was peutridly discusting. The cellist talked to Danielle and he hasen't gotten a single phone call since.
She also said that she was with her seventeen-year-old boyfriend at the Hyatt (a hotel) sipping champaign- he drove the car. This has just got holes all in it. You can't order a hotel room OR drink champaign unadulterated when you're seventeen. You'd need to be eighteen.
I stopped talking to her.
She began to tell all of her friends that I called her a slut, which would be perfectly sensable, when I called her a trollop (a slobish woman who would typically sell themselves). Several of her friends confronted me and told me that I was a jerk. Her father threatened me. This got out of hand, so I simply cut off her only evil power: I had my phone number changed. She quit bothering me, but about a month later she got my number from one of my many friends.
So, that's the story. What did you think? It is 100% true. So you think I was too harsh to her? What would you have done?

Physical

Well, today I had to get a physical... The doctor was poking at me and had me hooked up to all of these machiens with names that I can't pronounce. He told me to take off all of my clothes except for my boxers. To make matters worse, I was wearing Christmasy boxers with candycanes on them. To make matters even more worse, I'm gay and hate for people to see me without any clothes on... I won't even let my mom see me without a shirt on. Anyway, the doctor weighed me and I had lost 2 lbs. (so proud... I'm at 118 + 15yrs). The sad thing is, though, the doctor wanted me to come back after a fast so that he could draw blood... Thus ends my day, how was yours?