goth duck joins collection

So, my father randomly was out and saw some devil ducks and bought them for me. One is bright pink with a yellow beak. The other is metallic gold with a black beak. Both have black horns. They are officially unofficially Drag Duck and Goth Duck, respectively. Swee.Watched Far From Heaven by myself tonight, after sushi-getting with Cadillac. Made me think, which is absolutely something I cannot have in a Friday-night movie. ;-) V. good film. I give it 4 and 1/2 stars. (Out of 5) The lack of half (hehhee) is due to the *opening door* "Oh." " Oh." "I was just..." "Yes, I know." "Good." nature of the film, which is stylistic, but I can't stand Douglas Siek to begin with. And now, because I feel like it; random facts you probably didn't know about me: -The novel The Outsiders makes me cry.-I believed in Peter Pan until I was almost 13-Neon/glowstick green next to neon/cherry red causes me to be nauseous because of a dream I once had.-Hugs really do make it all better.-I associate very specific 'feels' to periods of time in my memory. (It's hard to explain.)-'poison' is a really sexy wordHmm...maybe I can think of more later...What are some of your odd quirks?

Utilities...Like Waterworks, or RailRoads...

Lame Monopoly joke. Want to play boardgames, but it is 10:52 at night, so I'll settle for telling about my day.Went shopping w/ mother, who thinks it is a necessary cultural experience to drag young, unsuspecting women (namely, their daughters) into Victoria's Secret. This little adventure produced the following conversation between myself and a saleslady as I attempted, futilely, to do a simple thing, like buy panties:Zoo vs. SalesLadySalesLady: I'm sorry, we don't have the matching colors for those (indicates bras being held by a very uncomfortable Zoo)Zoo: Uh, that's alright.SL: (clearly appalled) But...don't you want ones that match?Z: (patiently) It doesn't matter. It's not like anyone's going to see them.SL: You're going to see them.Z: (sweetly) Yes, but I don't care.Impossible, really. Crazy women of the world are prepared to apprehend me at every turn. Lordie.On the plus side, I managed to snag the coolest things, because Swedish department stores rock like that. *sigh* I am such the Europhile. And it would be kinda sad, if I didn't manage to make it cool ;)Speaking of general coolness, ladies and gents, I have de-lemonized my lime of an iMac. That's right, I upgraded every single fucking utility on the damn computer. And I put in Photoshop 7. Feel my l337 g33k wr47l-l.To everyone coming to Phoenix tomorrow; please bring pizza money. Thank you.**Please, please comment. I have the sneaking suspicion that no one reads this, and comments make me obscenely happy.**

Slalloming onward...

I continue to update, Lord knows why, since I have little fiscal evidence that anyone reads this. Oh, well, all for the better. Livejournal is really too much of a 'look at me!' thing, anyway, isn't it?I've been getting this vibe from a lot of my (straight) friends recently, that I mention gay stuff constantly. Message to all those people: DUH. If you could only all hear yourselves and realize that most of what I hear coming out of people's traps is 'boysboysboys', and that I feel totally alienated by 75% of conversation. My constantly "bringing the gay" is part of asserting my comfort level, not "proving" anything. If Mohammed won't go to the mountain....Yea, it is because I'm gay. And yea, I'm very comfortable with myself. However, society has this neat little way of reminding me that I'm not accepted every time I walk out of my goddamn house. Whether it's my friends yakking off about how Johnny Depp looks, or my relatives at Passover feeling the replesant URGE to delve into my personnal life, I feel scrutenized, disected, patronized, plain uncomfortable, and boxed in. Most of the last isn't done by the heterosexuals around me...it's done by flaming queens who think that who you love has to do with how you dress or what you dance to. The people most adherent to gay stereotypes that I've met? Gay men and women, who are boring and obnoxious, and just as hurtful to their own social accpetance as Fred Phelps. The excuse that your floppy wrists are you 'being yourself'? That's what a hateful society has convinced you is true. It's not, and if you want to be silly, leave me out of it.Grievances, A Peggy and Zoe Discussion: SwizzlePixie: "ahem...testing testing 1,2,3..."SwizzlePixie: "the Bitching Mike is offically on, and in perfect working order"SwizzlePixie: Thank you. I would just like to say that I have short hair because it looks better on my round russian face and i'm lazy like that.SwizzlePixie: *hands mike off to peg*Peggyzena: Sometimes I feel the need to yell "I wear bandannas because I unruly hair, not because it reflects my sexual orientation" Peggyzena: Just because I like girls DOES NOT mean I am attracted to you...I don't even like blondes! Peggyzena: *hands mike back over* SwizzlePixie: to all the girls in the locker room; i'm the only lesbian in there, and the only one who keeps her eyes to herself!...oh, and on the subject of whether or not i'm looking at you; don't flatter yourself.SwizzlePixie: *passes mike*Peggyzena: To my senior lounge-mates, just because I am a lesbian does not mean I know everything about lesbian sex...in fact, I have never had sex with my significant other! Peggyzena: *passes mike* SwizzlePixie: to the general Right: for a load of conservatives who claim to be disgusted with my lifestyle, you seem awfully concerned with what we gays do in the bedroom. *evil smile*SwizzlePixie: *passes mike*Peggyzena: Oh, and to nasty nasty men who think my sexual activities with women are for your benefit, kissing my girlfriend in public is not equivelent to free porn Peggyzena: *mike pass* SwizzlePixie: ditto on that one. oh, and mentioning gay things is a way to assert my comfort level, not to 'prove' something.SwizzlePixie: *pass*Peggyzena: With everyone saying how hot a guy is, I feel that I should be able to comment on a woman's attractivness without being stared at like I have three heads Peggyzena: *pass* SwizzlePixie: i hate melissa etheridge. i hate k.d. lang. and i hate that when i make those statements, other lesbian ask me " what kind of gay person are you"?SwizzlePixie: *PASS*Peggyzena: I wear make-up, and I'm gay...these things arn't contridictory!! Peggyzena: *pass* SwizzlePixie: butch? femme? i'll call it fetch and pass on the whole traditionalist notion!Anyway....back to our regularly scheduled programming...Am allllll alone en mi casa. Parents gone off on blatant marriage-lost-it's-fire holiday. Today was Easter Sunday, or, to some, better known as International Jews at the Movies Day. Rabbit and I biked to the Clairidge and saw Bend It Like Beckham which re-affirmed our stationary Anglophilia, and made me go " Hmm.....Indian soccer chicks....". (Fake)beard stroking optional.

Tom and Tomorrow

"By the way, officially, there are no Italian homosexuals...which makes Michaelangelo and Leonardo rather inconvenient, don't you think?"-Peter, in The Talented Mr. RipleyAhhh, Venice.

RAWR

Sorry I couldn't think of a more coherent title. Just went out to coffee with Cadillac and Rabbit ( as opposed to going in a Cadillac with a rabbit...). Love those two. Ladies, you make my day. To them I have one word, though...LOAF.hehehehehehehehehehehehehhe.Yes, that was completely necessary. Rabbit and I got a hearty chunk of The Descended worked out today, and productivity makes me feel special. If I may so bold: WE KICK ASS. I am cognizant of the abusive use of HTML in this post, and I apologize for those who don't understand the enthusiasim connotated by the use of bold print.I feel pretty.Oh so pretty.I feel pretty.And witty.And gay.Oh, yes, and I got smashed at seder last night, yet avoided a hangover. Manschwitz ( Men-a-ch-eh-vitz) is gross.The extra surge of good feeling is, also, of course, due to the absence of school. We're on break for the next ten days, and this is coming at just the right time. School puts a general hinderance, ironically, on my brain functioning properly, on my productivity, and on my happiness. If I didn't have to 'GO LEARN', I'd be a thoroughly intelligent individual with a grand capacity to GET SHIT DONE. Le sigh.All you who live near me, but who I never see, expect a visit this week, mo-fo. Yes, you there. Sitting, reading, and laughing. Be careful not to spill your cereal all over the keyboard. ;-Dpeace, love, and frappachinos.

niegh

I'm bored. Somebody play with me.

Ceremonies

It's seems as though life is surrounded by them. Special breads, chants, drink the wine ask the four questions. I have a question? Do any of you believe? What is the root of your belief? If there is a God so good and mighty on high, what does a divine plan have to do with innocent deaths? How can you waste your life preoccupied with what might happen after it. Live for now, I say, the rest comes later. What else can you do?Although it's an awful, rambling book, Ceremony definitly reminded me of Bloody Hawk, and that summer with the lodge by the lake. And the way we'd come back in the fall, Safia and I, crunching bright leaves underfoot, looking for the shell of that structure. What he'd told us about stories, what others have written about them. How do you tell the tale of the self? That's part of what religion is about, isn't it? Capping an ending on the story. There's more than one kind of happily-ever-after, though.I wonder what the next chapter will bring.

Possibly the oddest quiz ever invented...

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