Bouquet Tossing

HAPPY WEDDING DAY TO LIZ! I wish her all the best in her marriage and I know she'll be so happy! Yaaaaay!

Now go find me a man. Please?

--Jam

Delicate Balance

So I've come to a conclusion about everyone. (lol shut up and read it) I told Athena this idea and she agrees with me.

I think that everyone IS created equal. I think if you're very good at something, you're not so good at something else.

Hmm, lemme give you an example. Very recently, I've been talking to a guy who's very attractive, but he's such an ass. He's conceited, uninterested, disengaged, and seems to lack a lot of common sense. However, I have no doubt that he's fun to be around, a social guy, and is, again, very attractive.

I think if you look at any person, you can't say they have "it all". If you think someone does, I would most certainly think that you're not seeing the entire picture, OR they have done something very correctly with what they were given. I think I know lots of people, including myself, who don't seem to have much wrong with them, but I mean, everyone still needs work. What I wish, though, is that these magnificent male specimens would stop being such brats and would realize that the world isn't here for them. They are here for the world.

..or something like that.

--Jam

The Prophet

Aftanoon.

I've been thinking a lot lately (nothing new there). Just about all the things I'll be missing when I'm gone, or things I'm already missing. Things other people have, things I want, need, or crave. I mean going to Newfoundland is the right move, right? This is what I've wanted for a while: a fresh start. Yeah, it's right. Just, worrysome.

My dreams have been so intense lately. I had one last night where I received an email from an ex that I recently emailed and he invited me to come visit. He sent me this map and it was like a video game, and he lived in an area I had already explored. So I went to his place and when I arrived he was Robert from Everybody Loves Raymond (lol I know I know). So we were cuddling on the couch, and then he said he wanted to get some McDonald's, so we walked there and on the walk, he turned into my Nana. When we got there, she was looking through her little change purse so she could buy me lunch, but then on their computer screen, I had a warning because I had apparantly been to McDonald's before and spent $750 on McFrites, which in my head were fries in a little square container with tomatoes and sour cream on them. (LOL oh god I sound like a crazy person.. but it's not over yet) They said that they had to talk to their manager to find out if they could give me any food lol (kind of like what I do at the bank, with cashback and stuff like that). By this time, Nana had turned into Loretta. I don't remember much after except me and Loretta eating at a table and me buying her Sprite because she couldn't drink Coke because of her religion lol.

So I woke up and was like what the fark am I on, but after closer analysis, I realized that maybe this was my mind thinking about what I'll be missing.

Robert and the ex emailing me represents guys that I have a past with that I have unfinished feelings over.

Nana represents my family that I'll be leaving behind and may not see for a long time. Who knows how long Nana will be around.. maybe I should be staying and spending more time with her?

McDonald's represents the bank and the people in it. A job I don't dislike. Maybe I shouldn't be pursuing another job because what if I never get a job I like this much (that would be sad though because I don't like it THAT much).

Loretta represents all my many friends I have here, in St. Catharines, in Brantford, that I won't see for a very long time. Distance does things to friendships.. I might not have as many when I get back in three years or so.

What if I don't come back.

My brain hurts lol. I'm gonna go to the grocery store ALONE and buy food lol. Everyone around here sucks. :P

--Prophet Jam (Grace at work nicknamed me this for some reason. I love it!)

Suburbia

Hellllo!

I'm listening to this wicked song by Kelly Osbourne called Suburbia. It's like 80's crazy dance music and I love it! If anyone wants it, I'll send it to them!

In other news, Cirie lost *tear*. I love her so much and I think she should have her own talk show or something lol. She's just hilarious and super fantastic and Jeff called her the most popular Survivor ever last night! I agree, cause she's more amazing than me... well, maybe. I'm fine with Aras winning though. I mean, he wasn't THAT bad. Bla, whatever lol.

I went to the new Philthy's in Brantford this weekend with Athena and her peeps and had a hilarious time. I'm not exactly sure what we did for four hours though, but it was super fun. I gave my number/MSN to this total cutie Conor, but he hasn't called or added me, so again, bla, whatever lol.

I'm gonna go out with the hawt 33-year old soon. I agree, Liz, that he does seem too old for me, but at the same time, I'm moving in four months, and he seems very great.. meh who knows. I just wanna date someone this summer! Is that too much to ask!? IS IT? *cries* lol! I'm soooo funny.

Why is my room this messy? I must mention this in my blog like every months, but seriously, when does this happen? I clean it and then it just turns back into a slobby mess! Damn yoooooou, slobby messss!

Psychopath and K2XL have disappeared once again. I think his site expired or something. I'm SO sick of this happening because I really love the site and the peeps, but holy crap.

In Suburrrrrbiaaaaaaa, it always stays the same. How can anybody really change?

So great.

And bye!

--Jam!

Thank Jebus

It's finally back.

2nd season starts May 25th, 2006.

YES!

--Jam

First Appearances

Mornin', dudes and dudettes.

So I've come to the annoying conclusion that people just aren't like their first impressions. For example, the hot tall guy from Embassy is hot, yes, but is also SO full of himself and all he can talk about is himself. Like get over yourself buddy. Oh, and I think he's a compulsive liar, but that's debatable I guess. He rambles on and on about how he's so well-known in St. Catharines and everyone wants to date him there and bla bla bla.. so I'm like "Uh, I lived there for two years and I've never heard of you or seen you," to which he replies "oh, well you must not have gotten out much." LOL Like yes, let's put down another person or tell another person how they lived in order to continue my ego trip. UGH!

Anywho, SURVIVOR OMG! Whoever watches it knows what I mean! Cirie all the way, but she might not win the fire thing and OH MY GWASH! I almost threw up.

Yeah, gross. Well, that's it lol.

--Jam

Seventy-Three

Hey Hey Hey Hey HEY HEEY HEY EHY!

*whew* Got a little carried away!

Anywho, I got an email from Memorial today saying that I'm 73rd on the waiting list for the upper year residence. ..WTF? I live over 2000 miles away! I'm going into my third year of schooling! I should be first priority! What the hell are they thinking? So I'm calling tomorrow morning to give some stern talkings-to. I might have to be in first-year dorms... blech.

Silly newfs.

In other news, I have the hots for a 33 year old guy that I talk to online now and then. I'm gonna try to meet him soon and hopefully things go well. I know 33 is a lot older than me, but whatever.

In other news.. bye.

--Jam

Bump & Grind

Mornin!

So last night Lindsay came down and we decided to have an insane night out and went to Embassy. We drank far too much *I'm still a li'l drunk right now.. but just a li'l* but it was a ridiculously fun night. I'll do a recap in the form of what people we met! Enjoy! *burp* (If anyone's names are wrong, it's not my fault. Don't sue me!)

We arrived and did a shot (or two?) and just wandered around for a bit. I saw my ex Dan, who looked far too good *damnit*, bartending. We went out on the patio amongst all the icky smokers. Enter Phil. He introduces himself, shakes my hand, shakes Lindsay's hand, and handcuffs himself to her! I start laughing hysterically (once I clue into what's happened) and so does Lindsay. We chat to him for a bit and he finally reveals that he has a key and unlocks her. Strange, but very entertaining.

*Please note that events may not be sequential. Booze has moved time around, so.. yeah. lol*

We go back inside and decide that dancing would be a good idea. We dance for a little bit and Lindsay keeps saying "move back" so I move back and I bump into this guy. Enter Patrick. He doesn't turn around, so I just kept dancing, bums touching. (lol whatever!) He eventually turns around and Lindsay gives me the good-to-go, so I start grinding with him. Now, I haven't really danced like that with a guy in a club (he was also 6'2 or so, so I was staring at his yummy chest for most of the dance) but it was ridiculously fun! Apparantly he lives in Niagara-on-the-Lake, was in the army (navy?) I think, and is very cure. Good body, nice smile, knew far too many people at the club.

Anywho, I ended up dancing with Patrick for most of the night. Lindsay didn't mind because she had met a guy to dance with. Enter Matt. A very hot guy, about my height, and really nice. They ended up dancing a lot of the night. I was dancing up on the riser (oh god) with Patrick, but I kept watch down on the floor to make sure Lindsay was still good with Matt. This portion of the night, although it was actually hours long, seemed like a second. I wondered why Patrick kept taking breaks. I coulda danced all night long!

So at some point in the night, I was with Lindsay and she went over to the DJ to request a song, and this girl pulled me aside. Enter Crazy-Hair Girl. (Her hair was like all dread-locks and they were all like insane on her head. Reminded me of Medusa.. on drugs. She brings me close and says "So, you're gay and you're here with your very straight female friend, right?" I'm like "Uh, yeah? And?" She replies, "I just like to call things!" and walks away. LOL Sorry hunny, calling a man gay in a gay club isn't calling anything, but nice try. Next time, try calling the colour of the sky. That'll be a step up!

Anyways that's my night. I got Patrick's number, Lindsay got Matt's number, and Phil got a restraining order from all things female.

Now I need a nap because I'm sobering up into a bad hangover lol woo?

--Jammio

And Was Three Yes Potato

Howdy ho!

Hahahha, I called you a ho!

Anyho, nothing's really going on, but I'm trying to be a good little Jam and post more often. I think my cat (Lisa's cat who lives in my room) just fell out of my chair. Oh well, he'll be fine.

Hmm what to write? It's Lindsay's bday and my Nana's bday next Wednesday. What to buy, what to buy? Make something? Too tired. Pick something up? But what? But what?

*The above was a bad replication of the annoying Subway commercials. It in no way makes Jam liable for anything because.*

Boy oh boy, I'm in a weird mood! But seriously, I have no clue what to buy them. I shall have to go shopping this weekend. Any takers on being my shopping buddy? Eh? Eh? Eh? Ehhhhh? *throws a pencil*

I'm starting at the gym four times a week beginning Monday. Eep! ..not much else to say about that. Eep pretty much covers it.

Omigosh, this hawt black guy came in to the bank today and was smiley and goofy and I think he has a crush on me. Tee hee! I love it!

Hmmmmm, well that's it. I'm gonna go make me some MEAT! Mmmmmmmeat! Bwa ha!

--Bwa Jam

PS: I HATE that Subway commercial!

A Thought

"We've reached what I think is a critical point in our culture where we're all so fucking afraid of one another that we're losing any sense of a world -- as the world gets smaller and smaller."

Peter Paige (Emmett Honeycutt on Queer as Folk) said this in an interview recently and I love it. It's so true in so many contexts.

Anyways, that's all. Happy day!

--Jam

PS: I bought pretty sandals and new sunglasses since a hot married man broke mine. My sunglasses, not my sandals.

PPS: Um, okay, I'm trying to start one of those "myspace" thingies and holy crap! It's confusing and annoying and frustrating and blah. Blah I say! You heard me!

Are You Sure?

Howdy doody.

So I'm sitting quietly on Leanne's computer, chatting to a semi-cute guy on gay.com, when I hear this INSANE banging on the door. I seriously thought that someone was injured out on the road or something, so I run down the stairs to see a pizza delivery man.

I look at him like what the hell do you want and say "Yes?" to which he responds "Pizza."

"No one here ordered a pizza."
"A girl call and order pizza."
No she didn't. "One second. I'll go ask my roommate."

So I go out back, fully knowing that Lisa did not order a pizza because she's gardening and wouldn't have ordered a pizza without asking me if I wanted some anyways. After asking her, of course, she did not order it.

I go back to the front door. "She didn't order a pizza."
"Are you sure?" He keeps peering past me to the back door as if I'm lying or something.
"Yes." I didn't even flinch. This idiot is pissing me off.
"...Can I come around and ask her?"
What? "What? No."
"Well, can you go ask her again?"
"No. Bye." I shut the door.

Like... what the hell lol! Oh, well maybe if I ask her again and you push this mysterious pizza on me, then yes, she did order it!

Ugh.

--Jam, who did not order a pizza