EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Today is the day, the day that every somewhat sexually abmivious male (oh! and girls girls too) waits for...
The Day of the night of MY Senior Prom.
Its going to be perfect.
Better yet I'm going with the one and only Love (ex-love, ex-love) of my life, Kristoff.
Lean not lanky, dark haired blue eyed, pale skinned (well sort of, he is just back from his holliers) he is a beauty, he is extremly intelligent, extremly decent and baiscally wonderful.
We get on okay. He knows I used to love him. and I still do, in a different way.
in the deeper longer lasting way of a friend... no more the fickle flame of Romantic love, it being largely physical at times. though at the time at which I loved him that was always the last thing I'd think of, though I thought of it often.
When the mere smell mere sight of a beloved can fill you with such deep satisfaction,such golden happiness, what care you of that or their body?
Only that it is the blessed Temple in which their essence resides and for that alone it deserves to be worshipped. For that alone would you give yourself, every part of you to it, til , as your flesh comingled,skin upon skin breath upon breath, your very souls seem to connect, wed together in a most peternatural dance.
It's simply a plus, that Kristof is also incredibly handsome.
Vincent
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Well well well
Hey loyal fans, imaginary and real,
I ment to blog some beautiful entry about my walk into town and how for once the air is warm and humid instead of icy and crazed,
( you'd have to live here to get that, but i'll tell you it has something to do with being situated just far enough in the artic circle to get fairly shitty summers but just near enough the south atlantic drift to never get real winters. Thanks alot Mexican Gulf)
and how the greeness of everything seemed ampliphied by the sky, it having pulled its special magic trick of managing to be overcast yet disconncertingly bright at the same , and how as I squelched into further and further into town, my worries dissapeared and I felt humbled by the wonder that is this beautiful Isle.
I didn't bump into Malachy though and that made me a little sad.
Since having been effectively barred from going to Artisan because Dad doesn't trust "all them hippy folk" , my monday nights have being boring, my social life even nore non-existant than it was before.
Fell over from exahuation the other day, feeling slightly better but my little sis isn't, I think it has something to do with the alien-sporgy-form growing in her nose. she insists she's fine. i insist upon the ER. Mom made me settle for booking a doctors Appointment. Next available opening is next week monday. TGIF
Feeling less sh1tty about the whole ID, situation, mostly by relyingon the lessons I had already discovered some time ago, that your sexuality is no more your personality, than your skin colour is your friend.
We be who we be, no matter what people try to make us.
Also when it comes to homosexuality most people are fuillof bullshit pressumptions so aren't worth listening to anyways.
hmmm...what else
Had a movie weekend last Sat with most Awesome friend Tatske, we watched Watchmen, Inkheart, Tim burton's Sleepy hollow, Labyrinth (I am a total David Bowie Fan now) , most of In Bruge -more of a dark indie flick than the lol comedy romp we'd imagined it to be-, and started on Brazil but as Tatske put it, you'd have to be stoned to really enjoy that film.
well all ranted out. see ya
yours etc etc
Vincent
I ment to blog some beautiful entry about my walk into town and how for once the air is warm and humid instead of icy and crazed,
( you'd have to live here to get that, but i'll tell you it has something to do with being situated just far enough in the artic circle to get fairly shitty summers but just near enough the south atlantic drift to never get real winters. Thanks alot Mexican Gulf)
and how the greeness of everything seemed ampliphied by the sky, it having pulled its special magic trick of managing to be overcast yet disconncertingly bright at the same , and how as I squelched into further and further into town, my worries dissapeared and I felt humbled by the wonder that is this beautiful Isle.
I didn't bump into Malachy though and that made me a little sad.
Since having been effectively barred from going to Artisan because Dad doesn't trust "all them hippy folk" , my monday nights have being boring, my social life even nore non-existant than it was before.
Fell over from exahuation the other day, feeling slightly better but my little sis isn't, I think it has something to do with the alien-sporgy-form growing in her nose. she insists she's fine. i insist upon the ER. Mom made me settle for booking a doctors Appointment. Next available opening is next week monday. TGIF
Feeling less sh1tty about the whole ID, situation, mostly by relyingon the lessons I had already discovered some time ago, that your sexuality is no more your personality, than your skin colour is your friend.
We be who we be, no matter what people try to make us.
Also when it comes to homosexuality most people are fuillof bullshit pressumptions so aren't worth listening to anyways.
hmmm...what else
Had a movie weekend last Sat with most Awesome friend Tatske, we watched Watchmen, Inkheart, Tim burton's Sleepy hollow, Labyrinth (I am a total David Bowie Fan now) , most of In Bruge -more of a dark indie flick than the lol comedy romp we'd imagined it to be-, and started on Brazil but as Tatske put it, you'd have to be stoned to really enjoy that film.
well all ranted out. see ya
yours etc etc
Vincent
Thursday, August 6, 2009
A.D.I.D.A.S
Today is the 6th of August 2009, my results come out in exactly six days. i'm not worried actually. I know I did well, perhaps not as well as I would have done had I not been in a certain place for the duration of my senoir years, but well enough for the course I want.
All is well on the Sandra front. whatever I had for her is gone.
Instead these days I'm all A.D.I.D.A.S
y'all who done heard the Korn song know what I'm on about.
I can't help it. It's not that I'm lonlier than usual, its just that well, I met this guy. I was doing a work placement (temp internship for all you americans) in the kitchen of a really posh hotel and by Thursday had not only fainted but through other semi-tragic-comic events managed to convince most of the dinner chefs, including a very nice german chef named Marv, that I was a complete Spastic who had all the culinary skills of a drunken tea-towel. I spent most of my time cutting and cleaning things. Turely I was a Commis Chef to commiserate with.
but anyways, after all that I'm glad that at least I'm no longer getting lost on my way to the Kitchens and on Thursday I have a pretty pleasant day chatting with Ignes one of the Chefs...she is so nice to me, nicer than Harry the baker whom I 'helped' on wednes. morning, she had invited me to help her out before but jana the chef I was with hates ignes and hadn't allowed me downstairs to help her (its a castle so the Kitchens were underground)
So thursday rolls past all nice, nicer still cuz I seen A movie with the Family i'm stayin with, but moving on
thursday I'm in the breakfast Kitchen I meet this Waiter called Steve. yeah seroiusly.
I've seen him a couple of times before but nevr really had the chance to talk, so we start talking, and he's a real nice guy. real decent down to earth but certainly not boring. He's a dancer too you know, when he's at home. home being on the other side of europe. So we get talking and i really like him. I'm almost sorry I'm leaving soon
Friday we talk some more and I'm really gettin into him now, course I figure he's a bit of a dice, if ya know what I mean, cuz one time me and the Chef come up from the stairs and there he is helping this girl waiter tie the bow at the back of her waistcoat.
the girl in question has an outrageous behind for a caucaisan. Even i know it
Then again I suppose it ain't impossible he really was just helping. I've sniffed him out and over and he seems like the kinda guy free of sleaze.
So we be talkin again and some how the conversation turns around to the topic of what we do Friday nights. I says to him,
"Sure round my town aint nothing to do but sit round the supermarket carpark"
"What? "he says, "thats lame" excuse me ,I think,non-offended, then say
"Ain't nothing lame about free toliet use and food" he laughs "So what you do?"
"Im gonna head out to Gregnewn city have a real night out dance in a proper nightclub with some good music" that def sounds cooler
"Well" I say" there's always the bridge in my town"
He's kinda lookin at me
"Its where all the kids go to drink and stuff...but not me cause I'm a good girl" he laughs I laugh,we're just two dudes laughing
"Well not me I'ma bad boy...always... the bad boy..." I see where this conversation might next go, I hesitate unsure. quick glance left tells me Jeadha, the Chef on today, is determindly ignoring our converation...or at least making a good show of doin' so...
So you'd think I went for it, that the reason I'm A.D.I.D.A.S is cause he's been so good to me since.
Nope man, I totally let it slide from me. Oppurtunity came a knocking and I hid in the bathroom.
Even Later when he's leaving and I'm after telling him that I'm leaving too-later though- and he looks so, dissapointed, dare I say it, as we bid each other good bye; Not only is Oppertunity doing a frenzied tap dance on my doorstep but my hearts responding in kind, but I'm so scared so awkaward in myself that I just...let him go.
Jeadha says nothing.
All is well on the Sandra front. whatever I had for her is gone.
Instead these days I'm all A.D.I.D.A.S
y'all who done heard the Korn song know what I'm on about.
I can't help it. It's not that I'm lonlier than usual, its just that well, I met this guy. I was doing a work placement (temp internship for all you americans) in the kitchen of a really posh hotel and by Thursday had not only fainted but through other semi-tragic-comic events managed to convince most of the dinner chefs, including a very nice german chef named Marv, that I was a complete Spastic who had all the culinary skills of a drunken tea-towel. I spent most of my time cutting and cleaning things. Turely I was a Commis Chef to commiserate with.
but anyways, after all that I'm glad that at least I'm no longer getting lost on my way to the Kitchens and on Thursday I have a pretty pleasant day chatting with Ignes one of the Chefs...she is so nice to me, nicer than Harry the baker whom I 'helped' on wednes. morning, she had invited me to help her out before but jana the chef I was with hates ignes and hadn't allowed me downstairs to help her (its a castle so the Kitchens were underground)
So thursday rolls past all nice, nicer still cuz I seen A movie with the Family i'm stayin with, but moving on
thursday I'm in the breakfast Kitchen I meet this Waiter called Steve. yeah seroiusly.
I've seen him a couple of times before but nevr really had the chance to talk, so we start talking, and he's a real nice guy. real decent down to earth but certainly not boring. He's a dancer too you know, when he's at home. home being on the other side of europe. So we get talking and i really like him. I'm almost sorry I'm leaving soon
Friday we talk some more and I'm really gettin into him now, course I figure he's a bit of a dice, if ya know what I mean, cuz one time me and the Chef come up from the stairs and there he is helping this girl waiter tie the bow at the back of her waistcoat.
the girl in question has an outrageous behind for a caucaisan. Even i know it
Then again I suppose it ain't impossible he really was just helping. I've sniffed him out and over and he seems like the kinda guy free of sleaze.
So we be talkin again and some how the conversation turns around to the topic of what we do Friday nights. I says to him,
"Sure round my town aint nothing to do but sit round the supermarket carpark"
"What? "he says, "thats lame" excuse me ,I think,non-offended, then say
"Ain't nothing lame about free toliet use and food" he laughs "So what you do?"
"Im gonna head out to Gregnewn city have a real night out dance in a proper nightclub with some good music" that def sounds cooler
"Well" I say" there's always the bridge in my town"
He's kinda lookin at me
"Its where all the kids go to drink and stuff...but not me cause I'm a good girl" he laughs I laugh,we're just two dudes laughing
"Well not me I'ma bad boy...always... the bad boy..." I see where this conversation might next go, I hesitate unsure. quick glance left tells me Jeadha, the Chef on today, is determindly ignoring our converation...or at least making a good show of doin' so...
So you'd think I went for it, that the reason I'm A.D.I.D.A.S is cause he's been so good to me since.
Nope man, I totally let it slide from me. Oppurtunity came a knocking and I hid in the bathroom.
Even Later when he's leaving and I'm after telling him that I'm leaving too-later though- and he looks so, dissapointed, dare I say it, as we bid each other good bye; Not only is Oppertunity doing a frenzied tap dance on my doorstep but my hearts responding in kind, but I'm so scared so awkaward in myself that I just...let him go.
Jeadha says nothing.
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