I almost consider it writing a book about myself…one that would be published some day. Yet, I can never finish it. I can never seem to be able to come online and update every day of my life into this book. Its hard…its complicated.

I can sincerely say I will try my best. Sometimes it even crosses my mind and I still don’t do it. Hm, why?

I really haven’t made up my mind on what the hell my resolutions are going to be. I really am just trying to find my old ones to see if I fulfilled any of them. I think I did two or three out of the fifteen I created. That’s a little sad but, 2009 wasn’t exactly my best year.

For some reason, this year has been charged with negative energy which sort of makes me think of the number nine. I don’t like it. Not one bit. My sister was born on the nineteenth and she bothers the heck out of me.

I’m hoping for a lot of changes in 2010 which probably means a lot more resolutions. That’s a drastic thing for me because I’m not usually someone who welcomes change. I like flexibility but I opt to stay within the boundaries that make me who I really am. You know, not being affected by what’s around me and stuff like many are.

I will let you know of all my resolutions once they come to my head. Until then, I wish you all the best in the upcoming year and hope you find the strength to fight until we’re celebrating another one Hey, 2012 coming up soon! Haha, I have to write a post on that. It’s too hilarious.

- Will

I told you all that I had a very awkward “Life” post coming up. Well here it is and it’s all about being GAY and having PARENTS who well, aren’t.

I have a little sister whose well out of control. She’s one of those that you tell something and doesn’t really understand. Well, a previous night I had told her not to touch some ingredients that I had stored away in order to bake something. I know how kids are but, we had had this problem about six hundred times and you would think that being nine years old, she would understand. Well, she went ahead and did what I told her not to.

On that particular night, I went to grab the things and noticed those were missing. When I look at her to tell her something, she starts crying and saying she had nothing to do with it when I knew she had all to do with it. I start reprimanding her about it when I told her not to touch it and that’s when the ball catches on fire.

My stepfather (I have to emphasize that) steps off his chair and suddenly starts screaming at me! He tell me to leave her alone and starts asking me what the hell I want, “To see her cry blood?”. So I get mad, with more than enough reason, and start screaming back . I told him that she was old enough to understand and that if he should be screaming at someone it should be her because of what she did.

So, somehow, he starts saying that when I was young I wasn’t so good a kid and that I was really bad with behavior. Um, yeah, that was totally not true. I was actually one little angel and you can ask that to everyone, including him, and they’ll confirm. So I scream back, “I’m sorry but, I’m sure I was ten times better than her!”

So then he brings back 2009 And he says that I am to talk being eighteen and having an accident ticket (my car started skiing in the wet rain and I crashed), a speeding ticket (paced, being debated in court), and the fact I got drunk one night and puked all over the place.

I think my blood level went up at that moment or something but I got extremely furious. I looked at him in the eyes and told him he was one heck of a father to talk cheating on my mother with other bitches and being dumb enough to get caught, getting DUI’s for driving drunk plus various speeding tickets, never being home, and a bazillion other things. In fact, I even brought back things that he HIMSELF had mentioned from when he was eighteen.

-This is where the gay thing came in.-

Suddenly, mister macho, comes in and tells me to come fix it like a man. Obviously, resolve to fist fighting. I promise you that I really wanted to do it but for the sake of not being an idiot, I did not.

So, I told him I would not get down to his level. Plus, told him that the bigger man was obviously someone who wanted to solve things by fighting rather than admitting he was wrong. I grabbed my nuts, licked my lips, and walked to my room.

He stomps in and tell me he doesn’t want me telling anything to, “My daughter”, tells me that I’m not her dad and that if I ever do something to her he’ll come into the equation.

My mom then comes into the room and starts smacking the hell out of him and tells him, “Guess what dumbass? Yes he will! Because, unlike you, he’s here for her you jerk! At least he shows you care while you show nothing more than that stinking smell of alcohol!”

Damn props for mommy

So I grab him and pushed him away from her (Mr.I’MSOTOUGH) and he leaves the room. Mom goes to scream at him outside and I just start picking things up in my room.

I end up thinking things up and writing a letter that reads like this:

“First off, I’m writing this letter to apologize because I feel that I have to. Not to you, but to God, because I’m supposed to respect my parents at all times.

Second, that girl that you call, “Your daughter”, is my sister and believe it or not, I love her ten times more than you. If you think otherwise, tell me something you’ve done that I haven’t. Then, think that in reverse.  And sorry but, if being a parent means letting your child walk the wrong path, I neglect to follow the example.

Third, if all you see in me all the bad things I’ve done up to now. I ask that you never call me your son again in front of anyone and talk of my merits, like you always do. I don’t want to hear you talking about my good grades or getting into college or anything of the sort. You can talk about her horrible grades and the things she’s done. I’m sure they’re something worth throwing a feast over.

Last, I don’t expect an apology from you or anyone. Once again, I wrote this to apologize in the name of God. And, since I can’t do it anymore, take care of my sister. I’m leaving soon and it kills me to have to leave her behind but, I have no option. Maybe today will open up your eyes.

Oh, thanks for everything, by the way. “

I left the letter in his nightstand and went to sleep. I locked my door and I have no idea how the hell he opened it but, he came in, woke me up and told me not to talk that he was wrong and I was the bigger man.

- – - – -

Maybe a lot of you don’t see what this has to do with being gay but he tested my masculinity like he has done so many times before (endless stories) and it turned out that he came down to be the inferior one.

Many of you, gay or not, face problems with your parents but gay people usually do more than straight. I mean, it’s literally like a big change for the family as a whole to accept what being gay has in store for them all.

If family already makes their lives impossible then what the hell are YOU doing to make it better? Screaming at them, denying the rights that your ancestors wrote (who the fuck knows if they were gay or not), and shooing them away.

So, big shout out to those out there who have made it through and have pushed and are out of the closet. To those of you who aren’t, how do you expect someone to take being gay seriously if you are too ashamed to represent yourself? To those of you who already welcome gay people in your life, thank you =]

I think its time we realized that being gay is just like anything else. Hey guys, you all will have penises. Girls, vaginas are for you. At the end of the day, it’ll up to where the heck you decide to put it in.

Pride!

- Will

On my list to do today was simply get up, eat, go to the gym, come back home, study, and get the day over with. Turns out I have to turn on my time management skills and fit everything into my schedule.

I had completely forgotten about the fact that my friend comes from Colombia today and is expecting me on her house. That will take some time between her narrations and me examining her new nose (rhinoplasty). I can’t wait!

What’s bad is that I woke up kind of late…as in…right now! That would’ve been alright if I didn’t have things to do now! I haven’t eaten yet and I got a call right about now saying reminding me of school work! You see what happens when I don’t write things down x.x! I have about three projects to still do! Wohoo for me! Here I go.

So yeah, schedule is tight again and I’m in love with it. That means, stress is about to knock on my door. Am I okay with that? Bring it on!

Today I woke up (very late) and knew that I had two things I had to do for sure. One was study for an upcoming exam. The other, go to the gym.

See, usually my schedule is filled with things to do. So many things that I have to take out a little agenda and jot down the things so that I don’t forget. When I’m not in that sort of trance, it kills the day.

I checked out the studying for maybe one hour and covered fifty pages of the study book. That’s one hundred pages down! For those of you who are curious, I’m studying for the ACT and it’s a college/high school exam. You should know about it. Truth be told, the study book is quite funny and helpful at the same time. It makes me feel like I’m reading about some foreign religion with “triages” and “kaplans”.

Once I was done studying, the next thing was the gym. It sort of frustrates me when the sun is out and I’m on the finishline. For some reason, I feel things must be finished at night. In any case, I went to the gym and did my regular workout. One advice, do not go to the gym from times 5-7 pm! For some very strange reason, every other human in the world goes to the gym at that time. I mean…seriously…it was packed beyond what I felt comfortable with! I need peace when working out. It doesn’t matter if it’s weights or yoga. Peace is mandatory. It’s like that bubble thing. As hard as I tried to maintain my bubble, other people just kept popping it. Ugh!

Once home, I had nothing to do so I ate and well…went to my room. For the first time in a while, I turned on the TV and saw “Princess Diaries” and it sort of reminded me there are some good things to watch on TV yet. I’ll give it a try tomorrow…seeing it will be pretty much the same as today.

Hopefully, I’ll get my hand on some books I’ve been wanting to read or I’ll have to extend the studying time and subjects. Usually, I study for only one thing at a time but, now that I think about, mixing subjects wouldn’t be too bad. I got a whole history study book to cover. Amen to the old times. I’m anxiously waiting for Divine Misdemeanors and Witch and Wizard. The damn public library needs to put something like rush order. I’d be their main costumer.

Well, I’m done boring you guys for the night. When something eventful happens, I’ll let you know!

- Will

The first time I saw the movie it seemed like something surreal, maybe out of this world. It is based on a plot out of this world but, that’s not what I mean. Initially, my mind was set on the colors and the graphics, etc. I know a lot of you are going into the movies with the same mindset. However, there is a meaning behind the movie which many are failing to see and I find it extremely important that people realize that.

The movie has become my favorite as of right now. The wild colors along with the ferocious animals that lurk a forest filled with riches that would literally make a human go wild. I mean, we are always talking about aliens and now we get to encounter them closer than we ever thought possible. We even try to cohabit with them but, we’re humans, what can you expect. Plus, Cameron couldn’t leave it to be all sugar and sweets.

This new movie has made me want to become part of the Navi and made me realize, once more, how humans really are. Is it out of curiosity? Hm, who knows. Point is, we can never hold back. No matter what, there’s always that one person whose ought to do the wrong thing. Our story has a nemesis too and I’m sure after you’ve watched it, you’re going to believe he is public enemy number one.

The first time I watched the movie, it was the normal way. You know, no flying things out of the screen. Those give me headaches. Anyways, the movie was so abnormally good that I had to watch it a second time.

The second time, I was in the forest. There were plants floating around the theater with arrows aiming right at my head and ships flying here and there with who knows what many other things. In fact, the second time I went to watch it was simply because there are THAT many details and I wanted to make sure I missed none.

I went home and immediatly told everyone to go watch it and googled for sequels. Turns out that I got results!

The movie closes in a way that doesn’t give room for sequels. You know, nothing like Harry Potter where the evil guy is still alive? Instead, it opens up to possibilities outside Pandora to other earth-like planets which are more than likely to hold as much life as Pandora does.

Not many details have surfaced over the sequels but, Cameron seems pretty positive about one as long as the crew he worked with is willing to spend another couple of years working for this one. It took around three years to do Avatar. Hopefully, they got the hang of it and can make another one in less time.

The movie is an absolutly beautiful experience. This coming from me! Psh, I have a friend that said, “It was a waste of money” and I wanted to roundhouse kick her. But, that’s just me.

I really recommend you go and check it out. It’s an Oscar nominee…what else can you expect?

I can’t wait!

For now just go and listen to Leona Lewis – I See You

You’ll get the song after you see the movie!

Okay maybe not but, I did wake up this morning to grab my presents and find a cologne by Jean Paul Gautier (one of my favorite cologne….designers?) and I fell in love with…Santa.

In any case, I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and if you don’t celebrate Christmas then Happy Holidays =]

As for why the title has “Flirt” in it, that’s because today we got a very special holiday present from my favorite writer, Laurell K. Hamilton. She gave us, her readers, a preview of the upcoming Anita book, Flirt. I read it and fell in love because this is not a BIG Anita book but another sort of Micah book. According to her, it broke through all her writing walls and stuck until she had to write it. Something that she doesn’t have to do often. Psh, I’m more than glad that Flirt did so because now I get three books in one year out of her. Our annual Merry, and two Anitas! Oh la la.

If you interested in reading a little more about her you can click here or here to read a bit more about Flirt! (click on the download preview for Chapter 1) You can do that for every book

She’s one of the people that keeps me blogging. I love to read her blog entries! Especially when she talks about writing and what is coming up with her characters! I love you girl!

Well, a lot of those names are due to my favorite writer Laurell K. Hamilton. I love that woman!

Okay so I’m going to write the name and where it came from and what he looks like.

1. Richard (Richard Zeeman)

Okay if your name is Richard you’re in for a heck of a round with me. I mean seriously, I once had a dream with that name and everything. Scary, huh? I know….

2. Marcus

This name has just been one of my favorites for a while. I think of my Marcus as…look up

3. Jean (Jean Claude)

Another Laurell creation and this guy basically drives me nut because he has black hair, white skin, and blue eyes…and a body that makes me want to um…continue the list

4. Nathaniel/ 5. Nathan

In my imagination he looks nothing like ^! I like Nathaniel because of Nathan! I can have both at the same time.

6. Chad (Chad White)

I’m just in love with this guy.

Someone recommended a name by the way and he’ll read it shortly.

-Michael-

Now, the thing with that name is…I had a boyfriend with that name and he wasn’t the best memory so it sort of trashed the name a little. I mean, its a nice name because I can call you Mike but, I think you’ll have to make my bed experience a little beyond rough in order for me to moan Mike and feel comfortable. Don’t ask.

I get turned on really easily and ugh me for that but hey, its nothing I’m willing to change. Somehow, it will come in handy…I hope.

So Michael is not exactly favorite name its more of an…experience name. In other words, if another Michael can come along and take the other Michael out then bam you’re back in. Not a fav though. Haven’t read of anyone named Michael that entices me.

- Will