Sweat, Boredom, Sex?

The title is catchy, no? Or should it say, "Sweet Boring Sex?" IDK. LAWL I sed "IDK!" Okay, I'll stop.

Today was in between productive and just fucking boring. Last night, I fell asleep at twelve, I think. I woke up to take a shit and it's around 7 AM at this time. I get back into bed and guess what? You'll never guess! I couldn't get back to sleep. SURPRISE! I had way too much going through my head: 1) my eyes were open for more than five minutes, 2) I was waiting for e-mails from the contact person for both the Tennis Club and Volleyball Club, but only one decided that I was worth the time to whatever, 3) I was ultra excited about the prospect of group exercise classes. I know, right!

So my body and mind decided I didn't need anymore sleep and I got up and thought, "It's Sunday morning. People went out last night. They'll be too hungover to go to the gym!" So I got ready, i.e. put on a hat & deodorant, and got to the gym with no one there! Yay! It's sad when the girls in there are lifting heavier weights than you could wish you could hoist. Also, I had no clue what I was doing! Sure, I read all the instructions. As is tradition, I played with the settings of the strider machine during my program and well I had to start all over again. I'm a klutz AND and ditz! I'm a - you can't put those two together. I was in the gym for about an hour. I did some cardio running and then lifted some weights! I'm not sore, yet, but I'm sure I will be tomorrow.

After that nice wake up routine, I went to the computer lab, to see if by chance I got an e-mail from either clubs I was talking about earlier. Voila! I have! "Can you come out tomorrow at 9 AM?" I look at the date of the e-mail and "tomorrow" is TODAY and the fucking time is 8:40 AM! I don't have a racket! I don't have any tennis balls! What do I do? I go anyway and mooch off the president of the Tennis Club. Haha! He was nice! We warmed up and well, I suck. After I lost a tie breaker 7 - 1, I was thinking, "In order to salvage any confidence I have in my abilities as a tennis player, I'm going to need to stop." These guys trying out were intense! I told the president that the Club was above my level and thanked him and such.

After that, I was like, "Intramurals! Watch out! Here I come!" I went straight to the computer lad and signed up for tennis. I have plans to sign up for intramural volleyball when I can. While I was in the lab, I had heard about group exercise classes, which were free the first week of classes, but I didn't figure that out until like now. I signed up for an all year pass and for any of the classes and I even make a nifty spreadsheet of the exercise classes and my academic classes! I feel special! I looked at the exercise classes and chose the dancing ones. SURPRISE! I think I also have pilates and yoga planned. I have other exercise classes too, but I forgot what they are. I figure that since I'm very shy and awkward at the gym alone, I can be shy and awkward at an exercise class! I can't wait to dance!

Now, all of this entry may seem long, but other than what went through my head, that's all I fucking did. I saw a pick up game of volleyball, but they were already six-on-six and I didn't want to mess up the teams or do this rotate in/out shit, so I sat there and watched the cute shirtless boys slam that volleyball into the sand. I think I'm slowly picking up on technique when I'm watching these people play. Heck, I went online to like the official volleyball website of the world or something and I read up on how to spike and serve and all that jazzy stuff. Eventually, I left because they played another game and then later on, most of them left to eat or some shit. Oh well. I believe that the higher powers decree I only get a certain amount of exercise per day! I got my exercise in the morning and then that's it! What bullshit. Whatever. I didn't feel like doing my homework cause my brain is just not with it. During the tennis try outs, I was like zoning out. Of course it didn't help that I was at the gym for an hour beforehand, but I'm not one to complain. Or am I? Mwahaha!

I did mean to talk about sex, but I'm going to bed instead cause let's face it, wet dreams are better than nothing at all! I haven't masturbated in over a week!!!

*humming Long, Long Time Ago from Pan's Labyrinth*

Okay so I lied about updating about yesterday! You really shouldn't expect much from me. Meh! (That's me sticking my tongue out at you.)

My classes are all good. I'm definitely going to have to put a lot of effort into it and be on my toes (hence the shoe icon [YEA HENCE!]). I'm not perfect at translating ancient Greek and Latin, but then again no one is. I did slack a little bit on my first ancient Greek homework, which was taken up, but I swear to higher powers that I could not get my brain to transcribe English into ancient Greek. It just would not come out! My Latin classes are good. I know for a fact that I'm going to be expected to do more than what's assigned from my teachers. I think I'm at that point where I'm past veteran status in the system most classical teachers here at Tech use. In ancient Greek, I'm definitely intermediate/beginner because of the fact that I haven't had as much ancient Greek as I have had Latin. I finished my fifth year of Latin my senior year in high school, so I definitely have some experience. I better not slack this year!

Those are my ancient courses, designated by a maroon spiral notebook & folder combination and the letter stickers spelling "ancient" on the spiral. My, what I consider, "modern" courses are designated by a black spiral notebook & folder combo and stickers spelling "modern." Gosh, I'm predictable. Anyway, my modern classes are Art History and Greek (modern, everyday, spoken). I'm not sure how I'll do in my art history course. The professor said that it's the hardest introduction class at Tech. I believe her! We have just a semester to cover so much information. Just reading the first chapter, which was twenty-three pages WITH pictures, already bombarded me with information and yea, higher powers help me, dates. It is a history course so dates are expected. I have a system, but I'm going to need note cards, which are at home. Greek is also a bombardment, but it's spoken Greek! I have to do pages five and six in our workbook, but I have no idea what it's saying or what it wants! I can read Greek aloud fairly easily, but I have no idea what the words mean! Some words I can understand, but then you always have your you-cannot-draw-any-connections-between-me-and-English words. Those are the kickers of my ass. So I'm going to have an empty workbook tomorrow in class. We just went over the alphabet and read some words in Greek and that's it! The workbook is asking questions and we have to answer, all of this in Greek by the way. Hopefully everyone else will have the same problem. Haha! I'm a bastard!

You never realize how much you miss home until someone else says it. I knew that I missed home and Emma, but it didn't go "SMACK!" until I called my mom and she asked if I missed home. Yea. Luckily, I had forty milligrams of Prozac(R) today, so I'm not in my bed crying! Instead, I'm at the computer lab typing this entry and trying not to fall asleep. I do want to go to sleep though and it's only 8:24 PM! I woke up about twelve hours ago and I have to be awake in twelve hours. Funny how that works. I'm totally getting off subject. Haha! I meant to talk about missing my dog and home! I had a dream last night and it was at our house. Emma is running through holes in the fence with the dog next door and just running around. For some fucking reason, I'm mad at my family! I don't know why! I just yell at them. I mean, we're just in the kitchen making food for a party I think and I'm just blasting at them! I know what Freud would say. "You are just releasing any anger and aggression you have building inside of your unconscious mind, and those naughty dreams you've been having are completely natural since you have no outlet for your sexual energy," all of which is in a German accent by the way because it's just that much cooler with an accent.

Postponement.

I will update morrow about how my classes are going. I'm just waiting for our hall meeting at 10 PM, which is way late. That's like my bedtime and I have about ninety minutes to kill and no one's playing volleyball! I'm on a vball kick right now. My arms and legs are sore, but I wanna plaaaay! I might buy two balls, one that glows and just a regular one. People like playing at night a lot especially with a ball that blends in with its surroundings. Ouch.

I do want to point out that Paris Hilton is like mad popular when it comes to spam mail.

Ouch.

I've had a very long Sunday, but it was totally worth it. I woke up at around 9:30 AM and dropped my glasses case. I'm awesome clumsy (can't help it. the girl can't help it. can't help it. the girl can't help it) that way. I played around on the internet for a bit after getting ready and such. Nothing to report other than enabling mobile application for Facebook. I got a rumbly in my tummy, but it was only slight so I made my way to Owens food court here on campus.

It's so hard to decide what to eat at these places! First, there's the smell of the food, which is so enticing, but there is, however, a long ass line of people waiting for that delicious aroma. Do I stand in line or find a shorter line? Like many impatient people, I look for a shorter line. Many times I'll just wait it out, but I wanted to healthy. I saw the salad bar! Ding! Perfect! I got myself a nice mixture with Italian dressing. Now, I'm not a big fan of Italian dressing, but the damn sign said it was Caesar dressing! I didn't realize it was Italian until way later. I wanted to get some dessert type thing, but I settled for some macaroni salad sans any taste, but pasta. I got my food to go and went to the Drillfield. It was such a nice day today! Nice and breezy and not too cold in the shade either. I put on my headphones and listened to the melodic voice of Miss Bedingfield. Ah, it was so relaxing and just peaceful. I took a couple of pictures of the surrounding area, but I don't have my transfer cord so that'll have to wait.

After I ate, I just sat there and people watched, which I LOVE doing! It's been like eons since I've been on campus and let me tell you! There are so many attractive boys on this campus, I can't help but stare! Don't get me wrong! The links to the right of this blog is filled to the top and more of pictures of the beautiful male physique, but nothing compares to that than seeing it in the flesh and candid! I just love that. I did notice that a lot of people where making their way to Burruss Hall and I got nervous that there might be a meeting that I was suppose to attend, but it was just a welcoming thing.

I think after people watching I went back to my dorm or something, but I'm not sure. What I know is that I watched some people play volleyball in the Ambler-Johnston beach vball court. I was too shy to ask if I could join so I just watched. Then a few minutes later, while I was spacing out, the people asked me to join them! How nice! I was spacing out and did not have my headphones on, so I must've looked dumb when they asked me to play. I think I did well for not having played in a lot of time. Plus, these people were much better at vball than I am. I did scrape my right knee pretty badly, but no blood was gushing so I was fine. After about a couple or less hours of the sun beating on us, we stopped.

I went to my room to clean up my ashy legs (OH THE HORROR!) and put a bandage on my boo boo. My roommate asked if I was going to the Hokie Spirit Picnic, but I told him I didn't have plans for it. It's kind of boring and I wanted to play more vball. I should have invited him to come play too, but he doesn't play sports. I do feel kind of bad though cause he looks angry now. This all meaning he's also in the computer lab and when I got back to the room later this evening, he did look pissed. I think his social life is as broad as mine and that's not saying much. Plus, he slept in really late and didn't shave until after I got back from my first session of vball, I think. I don't remember.

I wasn't sure what to do about the picnic and I wasn't going to go back to the room to just sit there. I put on some comfy mesh shorts and sat outside and watched the people go to the picnic. Lots of eye candy, I loved it! Once the flow of people slowed down, I went to the Squires Student Center to my absolutely favorite dining place, Au Bon Pain (it's French). I got my traditional whole sandwich, a sweet cheese danish, and a blueberry muffin. I washed it all down with a cold bottle of Dr. Pepper. Hmmm... I love it! I had food coma syndrome afterwards. I'm surprised I was able to walk. While I was at Squires, I dropped by the LGBTA Resource Room, but it was renovating and no one was there, so I couldn't talk to any gays. Such is life, but there's a grand opening this Friday.

Like I said, I was deep in a food coma and I was surprised I made it back to my dorm, which is probably a ten to fifteen minute walk. I was actually planning on playing some billiards, but when I got to the game room, there were the balls, but no sticks. I was really looking forward to wrecking the green felt on that pool table. An alternative? I went to the vball court! There were only two people there just playing around. They looked like they play vball competitively. One of them had his shirt off. I saw with my back to them cause I didn't want to look stalkerish. I really wanted to, but that's risking it. The Hokie Spirit Picnic ended or people decided to leave early. Some people came by and they started playing. I was ready to play, but I was still in my food coma and I was nervous about joining a really hot guy! Anyway, more and more people came and eventually they had too many. They played King of the Court (Mountain) and after awhile I hopped in. My only regret was that I didn't introduce myself.

What I should've done the FIRST time was make friends cause they invited me to play. I was hoping those same people would be here, but it was just the two people. We played a fun round robin type King of the Mountain form of volleyball! I didn't so so well cause I was hurting from the previous game and well, I scraped my right foot and started bleeding. Oops! I did it again! Eventually, some people left and some came in and we played teams and rotating players in and out. My side kept losing cause the other side had a professional vball player and they were well-coordinated. Our side was mostly people like me, haha! We can do well, but only for a few shots. I played until it ended with a game of four on four. It was about 8:30 PM when everyone had to go. Turns out I'm the only non-freshman. Well, that's what I get for staying on campus. One of the guys looked like an old high school acquaintance. He even asked me my major! He's cute too. I don't remember his name though. Oh well, I hope they'll be coming around Ambler-Johnston more often. I really had fun playing volleyball, but man I'm going to be so sore for the next few days! It was all worth it though. So worth it!

Final Destination: VA Tech

Mini boobies to your left! If I looked like that, I'd be a stripper cause then I wouldn't have to work in retail or nothing!! Also, I'm very clever with journal titles.

I arrived at my dorm at the lusciously green campus of Virginia Tech on Friday. It was such a nice and breezy day. Couldn't have asked for a better day to move in all four boxes of stuff I had! Compared to everyone else, I have like zilch. I went minimalist this year. I remember my first year almost having everything I owned from my house including my clothes and I had a lot of clothes that year! I had this big ass desktop that I took home every few weeks. I was an idiot. I was on the fucking fourth floor! I needed it all though. Man, just install the toilet in that room and I was set to never leave that room! I didn't even have a roommate that first semester, which was awesome. Then I got one that had phone sex while I was trying to sleep, hence my phobia of a chronic masturbating roommate.

The campus looks different too! Since there were so many freshmen this year, they had to bunk some in the study rooms. Lucky me I got a regular room. My roommate is cool. He's like the me I would be if I went into mechanical engineering! He's as social as I am, which isn't saying much, but we get along. I'm still having a bit of a hassle trying to put myself out there and to make friends. These first few days before classes are going to be a struggle. I'm really depending on my classmates for social interaction. Good or bad thing? I don't know.

I know for a fact that I'm getting quite a work out just walking everywhere! That is good. I think in these last two days I've done more exercising than I have ever done all year! Well, that's exaggerating it a bit, but it's very close!

Hum hum hum. I want classes to start now so I have something to do. I do need to get an ID holder cause my mini man purse and zipping, "It's a big" wallet is a hassle, especially since all the dorms are locked and need my Hokie Passport for every entry.

Special Olympic Edition

I'm lying. I'm just going to take this time to highlight a cutie. Below is American diver Thomas Finchum. I totally thought he was like fifteen and felt bad that I was like drooling over him. I didn't post a picture of him because well I thought he was fifteen. GOOD NEWS! The boy is nineteen and has a lisp. My fingers are crossed he plays for my team!

Hubba hubba hot damn! I'm such a cradle robber.

Okay, while you're oogling at Mr. Finchum there, I'm going to do a well-thought out post. It'll be ready in like never probably!

The days have been dragging on and on and on and on. I'm also feeling the need to be creative. I haven't done much writing since my summer class and I feel like the creativity is just oozing out my ears. I've been trying to get my juices going someplace at this forum called PokePlushies. I know I know. I'm a big ass dork. I like Pokemon, shut up! I mean, I even have the pets I've adopted underneath the hot All American Guy guy! Yup, Pokemon and hot guys. That's all I am! Anyway, the forums have a roleplaying section. There isn't much to say other than that there have been times I've wanted to smash my head against the platen glass of a laser copier (cue the dorky "Taking Care of Business" song). I know I'm roleplaying with like twelve year olds, but I'm not going into the romantic aspect of life. I'm keeping that for the kiddies. The majority of them do one liners! They think that roleplaying on a forum is the same as in a chat room. WRONG! The message board format serves to archive any activity. You don't need to reply/post after every post! And for the love of my sanity! Use fucking correct punctuation, spelling, and grammar!! You won't believe all the shitty one sentence posts I've read. I mean shitty. Worse than shitty! I mean I'd rather watch my dog's poop dry in the sun than read some of the bullshit excuses for sentences, all while getting bitten by mosquitoes. Ugh!

I'm slowly waiting for Friday when I move into my dorm and meet my roommate in person! I'm so excited for that and for classes to start. It's like starting fresh!

Oh I finally have a radio. My car has a radio, but the antenna is broken so the reception is shit. I've just been listening to CDs I've burned and bought. Now that I have a working radio (it's a clock/radio for the iPod) I'm actually exposed to the hit music of todays rocking things! Miley Cyrus... Just stop. The song is catchy, but the fact that it's Cyrus makes me depressed. Please? Just stop? Please, for the sake of my ears. Oh! And what's with Rihanna releasing "Good Girl Gone Bad" and then releasing TWO awesome songs not on that album, huh?! I bought it before she decided that Jay-Z or whoever wanted to remix it and add "Take a Bow" and "Disturbia." Just rape my bank account, won't you! I'm totally straight-crushing on Jordin Sparks though! "One Step at a Time" is just amazing! Love it love it love it!!

OK I'm done. *scrolls up and oogles at Finchum's bulge* OH SHIT!

I Wanna Have Your Babies!

I will get to the subject of this post a bit later with a special 2008 Summer Olympics Extravaganza complete with pictures of men I want to have babies with!

I have to say that today is such a beautiful day here in my hometown of Richmond, Virginia. It's hot, but not humid "oh dear higher powers the mosquitoes are eating me alive" weather. The wind is blowing lightly and it feels good to be on the porch underneath cooling shade and watching the white butterflies just flutter about the yard. Heck, I'm wearing sweat pants I got on sale from Old Navy and a black shirt. That's just asking for heat exhaustion. Anyway, the garden my mom and dad maintain is growing strong. The weather has been a bit harsh so we don't have many crops, but we do have way too many cucumbers. I still need to do my laundry cause my clean panties are running low. Alas, I ramble!

The newest installment of Mores for Gays with Daniel Leary got me thinking. What would it be like to be a part of a "gay fraternity?" The video blog has Leary asking what it's like in a gay fraternity. It's a very interesting look into what is thought of mostly as a heterosexually dominated community. The emphasis of a fraternity is brotherhood. The word is derived from the Latin frater, meaning "brother." For anyone looking to kill his/her brother, you're going to commit fratricide. There's your lesson for the day! The video blog about a gay fraternity was an interview between Leary and two members of Delta Lambda Phi [national website]. I never really thought that a fraternity was for me because of well all the stereotypes and such, but what really piqued my interest in DLP (I'm too lazy to go into using Symbols) was there "Hands Off" rule. DLP exists for gay men, bisexuals, and progressive men to form life long friendships rather than a treasure cove of finding the perfect soulmate. This particular chapter from UCLA has a "No Ex" dating rule, which I believe is good since it keeps the drama llama at bay or perhaps in the desert, depending on where you want the metaphor to go.

I went to their national website and looked for any chapters near VA Tech. It's a tie between the one in D.C. and the one in Raleigh, NC, both of which are a rather taxing drive on the gas spending allowance. Then I thought, "Why not try and start one at Tech?" At this very moment, I really want to do something to help others and be a mentor to them. Mentoring is a central part of DLP and that's another thing that really got me interested in this national organization. And a few minutes later, I sent in a request for information for starting a chapter/colony! I think it'll be a great leadership experience if anything. Not just to go with DLP, I'm going to e-mail an old acquaintence soon about any gay-friendly fraternities at my university. This acquaintence has many connections and I'm most positive he was in a gay-friendly fraternity.

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Onto the Olympics! I love it! I'm routing for Italia for men's football. I believe they have the ability to win a gold, even against the hard hitting Brazilians. My long lost love of volleyball has been reborn in the form of beach volleyball. I tried watching the hard floor Vball games and it was just too busy. I prefer the two-man games cause there's action, but you see what's happening and I think it requires more strategy.

Back to football! The poor poor USA! Their game against the uh... other team. They tied, but I say that's better than a loss. Or maybe it's worse? I don't know. I'm just getting into sports. Anyway, I was watching the US footballing their way and during the last twenty or so minutes of the game, they show shots of number two. Here's the kicker! The number two was coming off the jersey like it was an iron-on!! An iron-on! I think I about died laughing so hard. I love the US, but oh that was just too good to not talk about! Oh those Italians are so intense! And with those barely visible tattoos, it makes you want to rip off their clothing to find more tattoos!

Gah, I'm all over the place! Michael Phelps is doing awesome and props to his gold medals! That man is going to make history and he's my age! But damn he eats a cow for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Don't forget the calves he eats for snacks! Anyway, I'm totally crushing on Todd Rogers, men's beach volleyball (I bet you didn't see that coming!). He's got that beard and the fact that he's called the Professor is just plain sexy. Now, I'm totally crushing on jailbait Thomas Finchum. Damn, that kid looks better than so many people. The speedo DOES NOT help when it comes to enjoy the majestic sport of diving. He's got such a cute smile and I swear he has a slight swish in his hips when he's walking toward the edge of that platform. Swoon!

Anyway, here's a picture of Todd Rogers! It's not a picture of the Olympics. It was on some biography page or something like that.

Yum-o!!!
Photo credit to Getty Images.

I don't have the motivation to write about my weekend and the first couple days of the Olympic Games. I had a fun weekend because I got to do something other than sit on my ass in the same spot and gosh even have this laptop turned on. It was a nice break.

Apparently I'm hooked on the Olympics. Who wouldn't be? Hot guys plus humid conditions equals a very excited homo.

I am most positive that my dog loves my mom more than me. I'm only just her back scratcher when she wants it. She hates it when I get too close to her. I have to maintain a twelve inch distance from her in order to scratch/pet her. Many a time, she'll get up and lie down somewhere else.

For once, I want to drink and not remember a damn thing.

Quickie!

I have a LiveJournal account, but I don't update it like at all. I think it's too much of a hassle to update two journals. I might've already did my rant about LJ, but some people I know are on there, so I have an account to read their journals. It's pink!

Soul Eater Episode 17

We'll get to the title of this post later, I promise!

A facet of my life involves Japanese animation, commonly referred to as anime. I've been to a few anime conventions, but my interest in them is gone because of the dedicated anime fan, also known as an otaku. I don't want to get into that. Let's just say they're mostly kids or act like kids. I feel that I've matured to a point where I see this is as, you guessed it, childish! It's a wonder I'm alive with this much thinking I do!

Much of the time, I just watch anime. I prefer Japanese cartoons over American because anime addresses more mature themes. Many American cartoons involve... I really don't know. You can just look up Cartoon Network and Toon Disney for what Americans believe to be cartoons. I like some American cartoons such as, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Laboratory, and X-men, among some others I'm too brain dead to name.

At the moment, my favorite series are Bleach, Naruto: Shippuuden, Nabari no Ou, and Soul Eater. The newest episodes of each of these anime came out last week. I don't watch Bleach, but I do read the manga, the comic version.

I just got around to watching Soul Eater episode 17. For any fans of Soul Eater, heed my plea! There are spoilers to this episode in this post. So stop reading unless you want to retain your sanity and not watch it. I have to say that this was the most worthless episode ever. I can only call it filler. No, it doesn't even belong in the same category as "filler." Filler is just bullshit and does nothing for plot. This episode was all about Excalibur. You know, that annoying white big nose thing with a cane? Yup, every second was dedicated to this characters rambling about nothing. I don't even know why the animators even put in a clip of the main characters after a full meal or even in class waiting for their teacher. They did nothing! Apparently Death the Kid impregnated Medusa. Okay, there was absolutely nothing in episode 16 that comes close to indicating that Kid was anything/anywhere near and/or associated with Medusa. I really can't believe that this shit even happened. At least it had a preview of the next episode, which looks promising. It better be awesome cause I really want the twenty-four minutes I wasted watching this shitty episode. Fuck Excalibur! God the only thing that made me mildly interested was the homosexual tendency of this annoying white fuck say that he's in love with Author and only Author. Sure he tries to hook up with girls, but they don't complete him. Apparently this annoying pervert likes poking at big jubblies with his cane. I don't even want to get into it.

I felt for the student that was looking for Excalibur. Ox Ford, and yes that's his name, is a weapon meister and was searching for this fucking character thinking of getting glory and all that involves that shit. Throughout the entire episode, I felt just like Ox Ford. The only - ONLY - redeeming part in this entire episode was when Excalibur was at a bar and having a drink shaken for him. He says, "Shake it good, boy," and the bartender basically convulses with these weird ass shakings of the drink mixer. I will say that I laughed out loud, but then I cried later on as I lost brain cells watching the rest of the episode.

I'm done. If I dwell any more on this shitty episode, I'll die. Srsly.

Fried Spam.

From my spam box in gmail. I think Jesus is trying to tell me something. The fact that I'm Asian too. Man, I do love my wife, but my penis is so small. What should I do, Jesus? What should I do?

This one is just retarded. Really? Reginald Arizona variety! I've always wanted that kind!