My Brain Vomit

Thank You Great Spirit!

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 05:22:11 GMT

I just got off the phone about an hour ago with Felipe an Apache medicine man living in New Mexico and I couldn't be more ecstatic! Long story short I had visited him many years ago with my church youth group and he left an indelible mark on me. Since then I've been wanting to go back and revisit him and possibly learn some things about the Apache spiritual tradition. After talking to him via email and phone he has agreed to take me on as a full spiritual apprentice, and since I am a two spirit like him (gay) I'll be able to learn both Father Sky and Mother Earth medicine. I'm supposed to be going down there roughly a year from now and I already can't wait! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Standing on the diving board contemplating my jump...

Fri, 18 May 2007 04:35:49 GMT

Almost everyone lives partly in fantasy partly in reality, it's what keeps us going. If we weren't able to dream and be flighty then the stress of reality would crush us under it's weight. Which is precisely what I'm terrified of. I'm personally very capable of seeing the gray areas in pretty much everything in life, however I'm a very black and white person. I have a tendency to put the whole of myself into one kind of existence or another, it's just how I survive, go all or don't go at all. And so I'm brought to a horrifyingly pivotal moment in my life, growing up. Which in my mind equates to sacrificing your happiness on the high altar of money. I have to get a job, any job and get my fucking life together. I have to be willing to make myself miserable in order to build a savings account so that I can get an apartment. Then I'll get more jobs that I hate in order to buy bigger and better shit, which in the end is all for not. It will amount to nothing, I'm about to scale the rainbow only to find that the colors get dimmer along the way and the pot of gold really was just a myth. I'm afraid that once I step into reality I'll lose my fantasy, that my black and white ways will destroy my morale. I need fantasy to survive, because as emo as it sounds reality can really depress me. How does one prepare for becoming jaded? How do you continue on when you can't see the point? How do you even get started? Oh well, it's time to become an adult and hate my life like everybody else.

The Devil went down to Georgia...

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 15:52:45 GMT

to meet his boyfriend's mommy. I'm heading down Southward today, gonna meet Momma Otter. I hope she approves of me, it's kind of a big deal. This will be the first time I've ever traveled with a boyfriend. I'm excited about it. We'll actually be celebrating Beltane with her coven, as she is an ordained Wiccan priestess. All in all I've got excitement colored butterflies flying around in my tummy. Wish me luck and safe journeys.

Call me the Germinator!

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:23:59 GMT

I had a productive and appropriate Earth Day. Much planting. Soil under the nails. Nature rules!

I'm Back

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 02:07:12 GMT

I survived and had a hell of a time. It was one huge emotional rollercoaster that almost made me vomit (literally). Thanks to my friends for such a wonderful time. Thanks to the Great Spirit for such wonderful friends.

I hope this season's end doesn't tear me apart the way last season's did.

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 21:16:45 GMT

Going to Dayton. Hope I have fun. Hope I survive.

Get it Bpex.

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 04:03:13 GMT

My neck and legs hurt from dancing at Woody's. I had never been there before and definitely had a great time. I have to say though I was reminded why I have a distaste for gay nightclubs. By the time the club fills up with people you start to suffocate on ego. Jack had the best description I believe, "The dance floor is like one big shallow kiddie pool." Oh those twinks!

Flora.

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 04:27:15 GMT

Kate and I planted seeds today. Hopefully they'll be life.

Eeee!

Backstreet's back alright!!!

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 05:05:02 GMT

No it's not, I'm lying it's just me. Something nostalgic grew in my belly tonight and I decided to dust off the old LJ and give it another whirl.

P.S.
I'm not really sure why the nostalgic lemon face looks constipated. Just go with it.

Mon, 02 May 2005 04:07:36 GMT

You know it's love if when it's all over you can't help but cry.

Bpex 2005

Silly thought from 3rd period.

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 01:52:12 GMT

Isn't the spelling of phonetic somewhat ironic?

Cryptic Message

Wed, 13 Apr 2005 03:57:23 GMT

Never let the Queen know any of your secrets. If you do the Queen will tell the King and you will be under his watchful eye. Never trust the Queen.

I don't care if you want me, because I'm your's your's your's anyhow! (just song lyrics)

Thu, 24 Mar 2005 18:28:24 GMT

I heard "For The Longest Time" in the mall today. Thought of you know who. *sigh*

I have new screen name everyone. It's cybernarcissist. IM me so I can add you to my bl.

Thu, 24 Mar 2005 00:45:54 GMT

All trust within my family has been broken. So much for me ever doing anything for my younger brother. Funny how you rat me out but never said a thing about Geoff, when he did the exact same thing. Mom I know you read this and you'll never trust me again. But I don't trust you either. You snoop around and read my livejournal to find out what's happening in my life. Try asking me.

The Cure to my Blargh

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 21:35:58 GMT

YAY my phone is better now. Apparently taking the battery out and putting it back in reboots the phone. I bought a back-up battery just incase though. So all y'all can call me now. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Venti Caramel Frappacino!

Blargh!

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 19:54:34 GMT

My cell phone died! Not the battery, the phone. I charged it all last night and it won't turn on! Whatever shall I doooooooooooooooo? Woe is me!

This Pretty Much Sums It Up!

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 01:33:25 GMT

You Belong in 1968

1968

If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

You Are A Realistic Romantic

Ha! You're "cheerleader" Hobo

Which Hobo Are You?
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bwah!?!?

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:02:35 GMT

WTFuck? How the hell did this happen?

I'm a Hunky Faggot! Oh hello. I am completely gorgeous. You may touch me for a nominal fee, although I’d prefer that you were at least as hot as I am. I was genetically engineered for pleasure. Mine.

What kind of Faggot are you?
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Red Lion Christian Academy

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 03:08:52 GMT

This one is for Tara.

auk - Any of several diving sea birds (family Alcidae) of northern regions, such as the razor-billed auk, having a chunky body, short wings, and webbed feet.

GO TEAM GO!

And so on and so forth....

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 22:13:58 GMT

Life continues and stuff happens. Bet you didn't expect that. Anywho I'm sorry to my hobo peeps for totally not noticing your crabbiness. I hope I didn't aggrivate it further, as I know I can be an annoying attention whore. This weekend was hordcore tiring, we got through it. I even did so in a good mood. w00t. Ew I'm starting to like boys again. Not that I ever liked girls I just didn't think about boys for awhile and it's happening again which is really annoying. Have you ever gone to bed and had your blankets feel softer than normal, your muscles looser than average, and just lied in the dark listening to the quiet? A peaceful moment in a hectic life. I had that last night, it was wonderful. I hope you all can experience if you haven't already. Ok so I gave into the latest lj rage so you must indulge me. Like I said I'm an attention whore.

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you often,
you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you.

I don't care if you're my enemy or friend post freely.

Randomness

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 02:28:07 GMT

I'm so glad I found my Hindu chant c.d.. I needed a shot of Hinduism in my life. Now if only I could get my hands on a copy of David Gray White Ladder that isn't all scratched up(nothing to do with Hinduism but whatev). I think I might start bringing my little silver Ganesha figure to competitions for some extra good fortune. It couldn't hurt. Oh! Oh! I've decided Jews should be like a candy that I could buy whenever I want. I love Jews they're so prettyful. Hey does anyone remember, "If guard were powdered I'd snort it!"? Good times, good times. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for naps.

Iano Spano Vich

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 05:18:20 GMT

I can't even begin to describe how proud I am of my little brother Ian. He has an awesome report card! Way better than anything I ever got. I would always have at least one C, but not Ian. It's funny to think that Ian is the one with the learning "disability" and he's undoubtedly the smartest of the 3 of us. He's an amazing person. On top of his intelligence he's probably one of the kindest people you'll ever come across. He's incredibly warm-hearted and forgiving (despite his raging hormones). And I have to say I'm terribly excited about the fact that he's starting to form opinions and ideas on life. I greatly look forward to being able to have a conversation with my younger brother without wanting to strangle him. In short, w00t for my brother Ian I'm glad he's in my life.

I'm Eeeeeeeeeeevil

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 03:30:56 GMT

Disorder

Rating

<a Woo! I'm manipulative, self-centered, and don't care about the feelings of others, who are obviously inferior to me anyway. Not to metion anyone I take advantage of is weak and completely deserves it. P.S. I love that it says I'm high in Anti-Social personality disorder which further backs up a test I took in psychology which said I had all 5 symptoms. This means I could grow up to be a serial killer.

Me being spooky.

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 07:34:46 GMT

I recently whipped out the tarot cards to answer some personal life questions, and while looking through my fab in-depth book I found something on "Your Personal Tarot Year." So if any of y'all care to know just post a comment with your birthday (only month and day needed) I'll share with you. My year is boring it involves patience and inner self, yadda yadda-snore.

hOBo cOrNEr

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 06:05:29 GMT

I know this is suuuuuuuuper late but better late than never right? This goes out to my hobo peeps! REPRESENT!

Always keep your feet fresh incase you meet a pedophile.