'arry Pottah Wohld

Or in an American accent: Harry Potter World.

I went on opening day, June 18, 2010. I waited in line for hours. I now own a Quidditch rugby shirt. I sent Owl mail. It was awesome.

You're jealous.

AHAHAhahaha.. and guess what? The Livejournal advertisement on the side of this page while I'm posting is an ad about Harry Potter World! Holla. Already been there, already done that. FUCK YOU AD!

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I decided today was a semi-meaningful post.. so mostly just a gay post. Surprise there?!

First I just want to celebrate how amazing the art I find at JMU is. I love art. Who doesn't? Don't answer that if you don't, because if you don't love art then I don't love you.

It's funny because there are so many views on why art is important to people. Some people do it because they want to get things out of themselves. Some people do it because they want to help others get something from them. Some do it for both. Some see art as flexible and ever-changing, but some have distinct opinions on what exactly constitutes as the "best" kind.

I wish I could draw.

There, I said it! I'm good at almost everything else. (Sorry bout it.) But I literally SUCK at drawing. Probably painting too, I've never really tried it. I can sing, I can act, I can write... I mean, I can even kind of dance. I guess we all have our flaws. Also, if I was really good at drawing I might be like Superbad. I'd love to draw outrageous, ridiculous drawings of things that are totally inappropriate. I already write and talk about them enough... so maybe it's by the grace of God that I suck at it.

But it's so relieving (sometimes in a bad way) to be around so many (fairly) normal people who also get out their emotional drives and needs in their artistic endeavors. It's not a crazy closeted school where you only know 200 people and everyone hates each other. It's not so progressive that everyone keeps trying to one-up the other at being the most "modern" (well, usually) and JMU seems to have an appreciation for all kinds of art. Even the bad kinds. Perhaps especially the bad kinds. The art that isn't successful except in how many people are learning things.

Second I want to celebrate learning about things.

But this one not so much in JMU classrooms. Fuck JMU learning. Besides learning about art (usually by failing at it), it usually sucks. I hear psychology is alright and yeah I know a few pretty good nurses. Anything else? Gay. Every single GenEd I've ever had has been an absolute waste of my fucking time. If you really want to learn about biology or nuclear physics or english literature (actually I have no clue if we have a good english program or not but I assume not obviously) go somewhere else.

What is JMU good for besides art in my opinion? People. It has some of the most interesting and amazing people I have ever met. I listed a lot of them in my last gay post (I mean they're all pretty gay, but it's the last one), and maybe the people at every college are amazing, but I just don't know. I have a lot of friends who go to other colleges and I just don't know how amazing I find them. Sorry bout it.

The difference in college and high school that I've found is that it's not just one or two people that are amazing. It's a bunch. A lot of them I don't really even know or even want to get to know, but I still think they're great people. It's a learning process and journey I'm getting at this school that a lot of people don't other places. Like going to Med School. How do you ever find time to devote to relationships and learning about them? You don't. That's why you have so many fucked up ones later.

UVA/William&Mary. You learn that only people with a better education/intellect are worthwhile. Also fucked up. I don't know very many people form those schools who aren't pressed on the nuts of things that don't even have a brain. JMU is stupid. People drink too much and there is an absurd amount of STDs rampant on DHall's floors and in the stacks of Carrier. You know what though? It's because people aren't afraid to let it happen. Sure, some of the shit that does happen is so stupid that you want to kill the person and their mother.

But I will always appreciate a genuine soul. Even if it's that douchebag in the corner of the party with his tilted hat and his stupid large polo. Or that gay Ed Hardy kid who likes to fake to everyone that he's straight but goes tanning during the winter. Oh right. Those aren't genuine souls. Well, JMU rocks regardless. We have some douchebags, stupid people, and a surprisingly large amount of closeted gays.. but we also have the largest amount of genuine, semi-smart bitches who I can totally get along with. And I love it. I'm so excited for senior year and figuring my life out. No matter what happens, I will not let the last year be the worst one.

Blogs

What I love about blogs is the complete lack of purpose in most of them. They're just rambling most of the time. Some people are funny ramblers, some are annoying, and some are actually meaningful. I'm pretty sure my blog so far has just been full of shit. That's okay, though. I enjoy it. I look back at my first entry and know it's because Renee made me make a blog to keep in touch with her and talk about our lives and then I never really posted. I look back at the next two entries and know exactly what drama it's about and exactly why I had to write dumb blog entries about it. Then the rest of it is an attempt to be funny.. I think?

I can't even remember anymore. There are two things I love about my "blog" or "journal" or whatever it is. At least I started it before it became the "cool" thing to do. And at least it's still on this gay "livejournal" site and not "blogspot" or wherever it is that all the cool people do it. I mean, why does it matter which site it's on? Or what it's called? I see all these names for people's blogs and it makes me want to come up with a cool little catchphrase so I can parade my blog around as funnier, but.. I just can't think of a good one. Sorry for partying.

Maybe in this one post I can try to accomplish all three of the normal blog stereotypes. First, funny. Second, annoying. (Maybe already got that one?) Third, meaningful. Tight. Let's go.


I'll start out with a story. My life is full of funny stories. I've got gay college stories, crazy high school stories, and childhood memory stories. I think today it's time for a little childhood reminiscing. My grandpa can't get mad about being on my blog because he's dead. When he was alive and semi-tight, he owned a cottage in Wisconsin. My family would visit during the summer. I have three older sisters and one older brother, for those of you readers (who don't exist) who don't know. Being the youngest and the prettiest, I always wanted attention. And I got it, dammit! And I still do..

No, but, my grandpa was legitimately as crazy as I was. I had major ADD issues and definitely went out of control almost every day. (And I still do..?) My grandpa had major control issues and definitely went out of control because I went out of control almost every day. (Maybe he still does, too.) So, one time, I actually don't really remember why, but we were at the cottage and I had my grandpa's keys. I think he wanted them back? Probably. I was probably running away yelling at him and waving them around at him and being a little brat. Standard. Anyway, he said something mean, and I freaked out. But what did I do?

I let him get as close to me as about five feet away and then spit in his face.

HA. That shit went out of control fast. All I really remember is my grandpa threatening me and my mom and my mom maybe saying she would never come back to the cottage again if my grandpa abused his grandchildren? And wow was I pleased with myself. Bad, bad kid. It's okay, mom. I really am sorry. Just wait until I have kids and they're worse. I'll deserve it, I know.



Now I'm supposed to be annoying? Meh. Okay. This is going to piss me off every time I look at my blog now. I hate misspelling words. Abhor it might be a better way to say it. You misspell words? I judge you. How hard is it to look something up?! Most common mistakes that I judge: "your" and "you're" - "then" and "than" - "there" and "their" - etc. I know it's dumb. I misspell things, too. I do. I know. But at least then I try to correct things after I do it. And just.. ugh. There are just people that it's obvious that they don't even realize they're spelling it wrong. GAY.



What's next? Meaningful? Alright. I'll try.

My life has changed so much in the past year. Last year I was with a closeted gay man, leading a group I didn't enjoy anymore, and dealing with so much grief from some of my friends that it was comfortingly overwhelming knowing that other people were going through as much pain and loss or more as I felt like I was. I broke so many of my promises to myself and to other people, as well. That I wouldn't lie to those people who were closest to me. That I would never put another person's happiness over my own. That I wouldn't make other people's life choices for them anymore. That I wouldn't cry.

Well, the year sucked. It was worth it. I wouldn't trade any of the hardships that happened to me this year for anything. I learned how to love someone more than I loved myself. I learned how to talk to people who are grieving over murder and not push them away from me or hurt them badly. I learned what to expect out of friends and what friends will live up to those expectations fully. I learned that lying to someone and to myself can sometimes be the best thing for both of you.

I also learned that life can go how you never expect it to, and that life as a rule almost inevitably will. It hates being predictable. So do I, so I totally understand. I got to understand a lot of things about pain, but the best part was learning how to understand even more about myself. Isn't that what going through the shit in life is for? To come out on the other side more prepared for the shit the next time? Maybe not.

I wrote a dumb little "25 things about me" at the end of last year where I talked about how I was one of the most sensitive people I knew and that most people were just unaware of my sensitivity. I'm pretty sure multiple people commented on it and laughed.. snidely, of course. How could the "rude Overtone" be sensitive to people's feelings when he calls most men gay (who obviously aren't!) and tells people how it is without caring how they feel about what he's saying half the time?

My prideful self wants to list the ten or twenty things that I've done in the past year that require more sensitivity than people would expect from me or know how to give themselves, but what's the point? I want to list why and how they've helped me grow and how I was still sensitive before and how now I'm even more sensitive, but what's the point? I'm sure for every sensitive thing I've done, I've done something just as insensitive and cruel. Hey, it happens. We all make mistakes. And because I like to make big choices, lots of times with a big risk factor included, I make a lot of big mistakes. But I also have big successes.

People believe what they want out of you pretty much no matter what you say. Some people will look at these last paragraphs and consider them just as full of shit as the rest and some will think that they're genuine. It will probably depend on whether those people actually know about the things I've done or if they don't at all and think it's just some lame little explanation for how I give myself self-confidence. It could be a little bit of both. But the list of people that have changed my life in the past year and meant a lot to me is not about shit or my self-confidence. I want them to know (if they read this at all) that they're important to me.

MY FAMILY
Kelly Wilde
Shannon Kingett
Irene Howe
Renee Alexiev
Cory McDaniel
Jeff Henderson
Mattia D'affuso
David Rea
Katie Farwell
Brandon Duncan
Josh Eflin
Sarah Smith
Rachel Schur
Kendall Stagaard
Bobby Creedon
MaryMargaret Walsh
Allison Kinney
R.J. Tester
Katie Morrison
Gigi Galiffa
Emma Sheehy
Emily Dubas


And duh.. all of Westport! I love you.

TEXAS

1. You must be a man. Sorry...
2. You must be a man okay with being a man married to another man -- some define this as "Out of the Closet."
3. You must be able to speak english.
4. No mustaches.
5. You must be able to tolerate some amount of random bursting into song.
6. Wash your hair.
7. Own more than one pair of jeans.
8. Not have a unibrow.
9. Pick up nuggets off of D-Hall's floor for me...
10. Not have a firecrotch.

I'm going to continue a little bit of my 300 reasons first..... and even before that I'm going to comment on the above 10 and point out how I didn't even follow my own guidelines. They were supposed to be the reasons I WON'T marry you. So I basically just screwed myself over by saying everything I did. Soo... I'm going to correct them and then do another 10. And then talk about my life a little. And hope someone IMs me, too, 'cause I'm bored down here.

1. If you're a woman.
2. If you're a man who's not okay being married to another man.
3. Someone who can't speak english.
4. No mustaches.
5. You hate on me for randomly bursting into song (unless it's lovingly hating... but maybe not even that)
6. You don't wash your hair.
7. You don't own more than one pair of jeans.
8. You have a unibrow.
9. If you wouldn't pick up nuggets off of D-Hall's floor for me... and it'd be even better if you ate them just for kicks.
10. If you have a firecrotch.

Moving on.

11. If you're too scared to go skydiving. Or other awesome stuff.
12. The sight of blood makes you queasy.
13. You take too long to do your hair/get ready.
14. You want to live near your parents.
15. You have no goals.
16. You have too many goals.
17. You're unable to understand sarcasm?
18. Or worse: You think you understand sarcasm and really don't.
19. You talk too much.
20. You don't talk enough.

I noticed a trend there at the end. I'm never going to be able to marry someone. :(



Anyway, I'm in Texas!!!!!! At my sister's. Whose internet doesn't work with my computer so I can't play all those ridiculously nerdy games that everyone who (really) knows me makes fun of me for playing. WELL. It's been a few sad days as I've felt the effects of withdrawal and such, but I think I'm finally getting over it. I've started doing cleaning for my sister and unpacking boxes and stuff... me being productive? I know, it's a shocker. THAT'S how bored I am? Nah. I mean, it can get sort of boring here, but it's AWESOME! Let me just start by quoting my favorite nephew quote so far. I have four nephews, but I'm only with three in Texas. Spencer, Travis, and Nathaniel. Spencer is the oldest and so forth; 5, 3, 1 is how the ages go I think. (My fourth nephew is Joshua, he's my other sister's kid... a little younger than Travis and older than Nathaniel... almost 2 now, I think?)

Heheh. So, Travis is obsessed with Thomas the Train. I mean, what kid of 3 years old isn't? But his birthday was a few days ago (a few days after mine, in June, which is ALWAYS a good month for a birthday!) and that's when he turned 3. His grandparents were visiting (not my parents, the others, and this is what happened...)

Grandma: Travis, look, I brought you a birthday present!
Travis: Thomas!
Grandma: That's right! Here!
Grandpa: Hey Travis! Happy Birthday! How old are you now?
Travis: ...
Grandpa: Are you three?!
Travis: No.
Grandpa: You're not?
Travis: No.
Grandpa: Then how old are you?
Travis: ...I one.
Me: Travis, you're not one. You're three!
Travis: I not three! I one! Thomas one. I one.

...apparently this has been going on for awhile now. Thomas doesn't actually have an age. He has a train number on the side of him. Which is one. So who knows. Maybe Travis will be one forever.

Next story is about Joshua. Who I'm not with in Texas, but I was for awhile in Utah....... Joshua knows only a few words. And a lot of them he knows in sign language because he watches this awesome sign language show he loves. I'm totally a fan. He's gonna be bilingual when he grows up at this rate?! So yeah. But one of the words with no sign language, except a pointing finger, is "Owie." He's about ready for dinner the first day he's there... but something hurt him all the time when he sat down. We're about to eat dinner and we set Joshua in his chair and he starts whining. So we asked him what was wrong...

Me: Joshua, what's wrong? It's dinner time!
Joshua: Ahajwwejroamf... (whine/crying)... owie... owie...
Me: Aw, Joshua, it's okay. You don't have to sit in the chair for very long! Just for dinner! Where's your owie? I can kiss it better.
Joshua: *pointing* Owie bum. Owie bum.
Me: ...
Joshua: Owie bum..

He was waiting for that kiss all night. Jeeeeeze. Not what any of us were expecting. He kept it up the whole time he was there (when he remembered he had the owie) and it was definitely some good table entertainment. I've been having a boring summer otherwise, though... so I decided to write a Livejournal update! Noone reads it but it feels kinda good to write something! And maybe someday I can fill in random real journal dates with this stuff. I could also do that with my myspace if I ever remember the password. Ahaha. These internet sites aren't so bad after all. As long as they're still around when we're old and we can show our kids all the dumb stuff we did.

Woo!



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This is for my sister Anna who wants this cool desk organizer for her scrapbooking! It has lots of bins and shelves to put all of your coolest scrapbooking materials. She is an avid scrapbooker who scrapbooks about all of our family - they're pretty cute! (As most of you who read my blog already know.) I think it's pretty cool! You should get one too!


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Oh and if you work for theoriginalscrapbox, you're probably one of the coolest people EVER.

Again.



http://theoriginalscrapbox.com

This is for my sister Anna who wants this cool desk organizer for her scrapbooking! It has lots of bins and shelves to put all of your coolest scrapbooking materials. She is an avid scrapbooker who scrapbooks about all of our family - they're pretty cute! (As most of you who read my blog already know.) I think it's pretty cool! You should get one too!


Here it is again! Do it for real!

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http://theoriginalscrapbox.com

This is for my sister Anna who wants this cool desk organizer for her scrapbooking! It has lots of bins and shelves to put all of your coolest scrapbooking materials. She is an avid scrapbooker who scrapbooks about all of our family - they're pretty cute! (As most of you who read my blog already know.) I think it's pretty cool! You should get one too!


Here it is again! Do it for real!

Anna's Cool Scrapbooking Stuff



http://theoriginalscrapbox.com

This is for my sister Anna who wants this cool desk organizer for her scrapbooking! It has lots of bins and shelves to put all of your coolest scrapbooking materials. She is an avid scrapbooker who scrapbooks about all of our family - they're pretty cute! (As most of you who read my blog already know.) I think it's pretty cool! You should get one too!


300 Reasons I Won't Marry You

So, after a grand day of getting told I have a mental block and need to get over myself (thank you David Newman) and sleeping through my art class... I was very excited to start frolicking in D-Hall with the very well-known Shannon Kingett. Yes, Tina. Not only did I get to hear some of the most epic innovative lyrics of the year, see Sarah Smith run into the back of a girl's chair without us noticing she did it (Yes... Sarah... we saw), but I got to see the cutest 7-year of the century -- with a hot big brother. We're not sure if they're actually related, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that when the child dropped his chicken nuggets, simply standing there sadly and staring (and SO cute), the HOT big brother bent down to pick them up immediately and said, "It's okay, buddy, I'll go get you some new ones."

I think I saw Shannon's eyes bulge out of her head. Love. At first sight. They talk about it in the movies, sometimes you can read about it in books (if you read...), but not many get to witness a revelation of True Love right before their eyes. I did.

It was...... well, there are no words. Except, obviously: It was tight.

On our glorious walk back to the Music Building, in a world filled with sunshine and rainbows, Shannon and I decided that she was getting married to said HOT big brother. We didn't yet know his name, his major, or if he really even went to JMU...... but we are determined to find out. Mission April '09. (Reminiscent of Mission December '06 for those of you tight people who know what's up.)

Get Shannon Married.

Anyway... that's for another time. When we meet HBB again and when we have a perfect chance to seize the day. Or the rest of Shannon's days on this earth, as it may be... but yes. Moving on. First, as Shannon and I have discussed, before one can get married... one must compile a list of things that are unacceptable in a man to marry. Otherwise, how the fuck are you supposed to know if you're going to be happy at all?!

So...

Here it begins:

(So far I only have about 10, but just give me a day or two... I'll come up with 290 more.)

1. You must be a man. Sorry...
2. You must be a man okay with being a man married to another man -- some define this as "Out of the Closet."
3. You must be able to speak english.
4. No mustaches.
5. You must be able to tolerate some amount of random bursting into song.
6. Wash your hair.
7. Own more than one pair of jeans.
8. Not have a unibrow.
9. Pick up nuggets off of D-Hall's floor for me...
10. Not have a firecrotch.

"Biddies," "Bitties," or "Biddys"? The New College Epidemic.

So, recently, there's been a new-found craze among college students across the nation. Well, I'm not sure how extensive it is, but it's definitely extremely prevalent in the JMU society. It's called the "Biddy." I prefer "Biddy" to "Biddie" or "Bittie" because... well... when you make it into a plural, say, "Biddys" -- it just works better. A true "Biddy" wouldn't know how to spell or properly pluralize something, so why should we spell their name right? We shouldn't. That's the point. And each "Biddy" is easily recognized by a few... "club trademarks."

Fashion is always a worry among growing women who are trying to find their identity as they approach the age of 21 and meet men that they might potentially be able to settle down with for a good portion of their lifetime. The only problems with this are that talking about "fashion" to college girls is like... asking a 10-year-old boy what a tampon is. The "Biddy" fashionistas of the campus (whoever they are... perhaps God) dictate to all others exactly what should be bought and how it should be worn. Kind of like how an older sister tentatively explains to her brother what that smell is coming from the trashcan in the bathroom. And here's the current list I've compiled of what these so-called "Biddys" are wearing around JMU in 2009:

"Uggs" - There are these furry, boot-looking slipper-things called Uggs (made in Australia?? WTF??) and, of course, one cannot traverse the quad without at least one pair. They are "comfy" and provide you with a simple, easy slip-on pair of kangaroo feet. Seriously, most girls wearing these look like they belong in the Outback. That's why they come from Australia. Who'd ever have thought that we'd be making the aboriginees (I think that's what they're called, right?) rich?

"Northface" - Jackets. Jackets come in almost as many shapes and sizes as pasta (though that could be debatable). One might want a large jacket, a nice-looking jacket (sometimes called "peacoats" or other different euphemisms...), a light windbreaking jacket, etc. But at JMU, one always wants a Northface. Here's the thing. They don't look any different than your next jacket. Unless, of course, you get an ACTUAL Northface (which, I must say, they do make some legitimate jackets for those who are looking for the super-sized, small heater included kind of deal), but... most of these Biddys are getting a nice little Northface "fleece" which does nothing but put out a small little logo of three lines to the world... oh and the idea that you can buy one of these. Tight.

Last, but not least, every TRUE Biddie will have dyed, blonde hair. Even if you're an actual blonde, you must still dye the hair. A fake, but obviously purposeful attempt at having blonde hair is the most essential trait of Biddyism.

Now, you can be one too. But please, remember, we do not support the shiny, gold pair of Uggs. It's either dark brown, light brown, or black. Or the new grey ones that you can fold over with buttons. Those are tight, too.