The Cosmo Man.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

  • The Economic Ties to Robotship.

    I've been wanting to write a blog for a while now, but I haven't found the time to write one out completely.

    Sunday I went to the drive in with some lifeguards. It was awkward, seeing as I haven't seen these people in almost a year. It was weird for me, Matt and Katy were trying to get me to talk and sit with them, even though last summer we didn't talk as much. We talked alot in 2006, but I was basically Matt's therapist, lol.

    I'm tired now; I almost always end up going out on tuesday nights, when I have to get up early on wednesday.

    I've been thinking about my robot theory. I still don't know what exactly makes a robot. I want to say that extreme suffering means that you're a robot. Also, having everything handed to you makes you a robot even more. Staying within one social caste means that you're a robot. If you are constantly held down by poverty, then it's not really fair. You should be a robot, because then it doesn't matter. And if you never have to hurt for money, then you're a robot too.
    Economic status alone can't dictate the qualifications of robot-ness.

    I love Miss Salam, by the way. This literature class is awesome, but the reading is just a little too xXhardcoreXx for me.

Friday, July 11, 2008

  • UGH!

    I slept all day today; I woke up at 1:15. Which sucks! I have work at 4:15, so poop. And I'm closing so I'm going to be there all day! With Ryan, Lindsay, and someone else. I hope it's not Robert, because everyone is pissed at him. Apparently, he's talking shit about everyone. I wasn't mad, if only because he didn't say anything about me. Although, Ryan told me that Kasey told him that Robert thinks I wanna fuck every guy in the store. Which is ridiculous. I was attracted to only two, and now I'm not into anyone. Which is. Is.

    Anyway, I have to leave in 15-20 minutes, and my room is wrecked. Wrecked! My brother cleaned out the honda of all of my stuff, and I just threw it on the floor. Needless to say, it's alot! I am a lazy mofo though, so.

    So I went to UT Medical center yesterday, and talked to some mouth doctors. Here's the plan.
    1. Dr. Kau(orthodontist) puts braces on my teeth and moves them into the right positions.
    2. Dr. Gonzales(prostidontist) or Dr. Parthas(Periodontist) or maybe Dr. Lehman(dentist) are going to strike my top back teeth, and then replace them with molar-like implants. Then maybe we'll do something with the gums up there, fix it up. Then we might  make my teeth stand up straighter.
    3. Dr. Gonzales is going to give me a bridge for my bottom baby teeth, and put crowns on my top teeth to make them longer.

    But in order to do this, we need to open my vertical, which I'm translating as making my mouth taller. Which sounds painful. Since the center is basically a university, they took pictures of my mouth. I'm going to be a examples for a fucked up mouth. But I'm not the worst they've seen, so there.

    Anyway, now I only have ten minutes to get ready, so I better go.

Monday, July 07, 2008

  • Summer.

    I always slow down on my xanga during the summer. Every year I say that I won't slow down, but really? There's never too much to think about. Summer is summer is summer. It's a state of limbo, of purgatory. That weird phase between spring and fall, two very similar seasons.

    What is summer for? A break? Please.

    I always look toward summer, but then I can't wait for it to be over, and then it's gone like that. Life goes by so fast. But do I mind? Not really. Life is meant to be fast. Moments are slow, but life is fast.

    Neutral never lasts too long, but gas goes quickly.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

  • I'm done.

    Sometimes, most times, I just want to say, "Get over it."

    Get over your issues with my sexuality.

    I'm not stupid. I know she cares, and I know she worries, but sometimes? I just want her to tell her to shut up. Both of them. My parents.

    "Why couldn't you meet at Michelle's yesterday? Isn't that where they all were anyway? Why do you have to bring your gay friends over all the time? Do you like being the central meeting place?"

    Shut up. They're not my 'gay' friends. 1. I didn't even know the people Michelle brought over, and 2. Shut up!

    It infuriates me that my parents are more worried about me going to a heavily populated downtown street, where there are going to be tons of police officers. They should be worried about my brother driving to some lakehouse(which we don't even know where it is), and where they know there is going to be heavy drinking and no adult supervision. Seriously?

    Get over it.

    I wasn't even going to tell them about Pride, but I felt bad. I wasn't going to tell them because I know that my mom would freak out, and my dad would make fun of me. I've been out for almost five years now. Aren't you ever going to trust me?

    I told them I was done. I'm done talking about this. I'm done sharing this part of my life with them. Until they can grow up, they can just stay in the dark.

Wax Philosophical.