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!