I'm going to be getting free shampoo and condoms in the mail. Yay for free stuff. Well, I'll only be getting the shampoo if the people who's e-mails I gave them go to the site. So, if you get an e-mail from Physique, GO TO THEIR SITE!!!! I want free salon shampoo stuff!! I'll definitely be getting the condoms. At least, I hope it's condoms. It would kinda suck if it was just one . . . But I got the ENZ Lubricated kind. I didn't think I'd need "Her Pleasure", and I don't really need the "Magnum XL", and the lubricated sounded better than whatever the fourth option was.
But yeah, the trojan website is actually pretty entertaining. They even have games you can play. I even bet one of them. But in the process of loading the game, it closed all my browser windows, so I lost all the post that I had already typed . . . grrr. So, I'll try and reproduce it below:
I Need To Get Drunk
Very badly.
Shit, I don't remember the rest. It ended up being me talking about how I should get drunk then go clubbing b/c then I'd be drunk, dancing, and making out with boys. And that led to me realizing that I'm a horny bastard and I want some sex really bad even though I've said that I'm not going to have any unless it means something. So, I'm in kind of a . . . predicament. I want sex, but feel obligated to go without it. And I'm not sure why. I mean, saying I'm going to wait sounds all fine and dandy when I'm not horny, but right now all I can think of is, "What the hell was I thinking when I said that!?". Well, that and, "I NEED DICK!!!!".
Yeah . . . I could use a boy right about now . . . Ira, Tony, Nick, anyone else . . . I'm vulnerable right now, and if you came to my dorm room, you could take advantage of me very, very easily. (wink) (wink)
Yeah . . . I'm a bad boy . . .
I sang in the funeral for Sergent Jason Pratt today. He was the police officer that was shot and killed in the line of duty. It was an incredible honor to be there today. It's really difficult to describe all the emotions that run through your head. The sorrow, the anger, everything. And yet, there's a certain feeling of unity and happiness when people come together after a tradgey like this.
I was interviewd by the World Herald, and I had to actually put some of these feelings into words. It was hard, it really was. But I tried, and I think it came out ok, but I can't remember for the life of me what I said. Maybe it'll be in the paper. I was also directly behind the preachers and everything, so I'm pretty sure I was on tv too. That was cool.
And the ceremony was very moving. Well, it was for the most part. I was just bothered by the fact that we're supposed to be remembering this man, and honoring him for dying to protect us, and the priests take this as a time to preach to everyone about God and Jesus. I mean, yeah, it's death. It has a lot to do with religion, but it just bothered me that they preached about God more than they actually talked about Jason Pratt. It just didn't seem right. Maybe he wanted it that way. Who knows. Religious people do funny things.
And it sparked a lot of thinking about my own death, and what I would want to happen at my own funeral. I certainly don't want my friends and family to be preached at. I think I'll come back and do some poltergeist business if they tried to pull that shit. I would want to be remembered at my funeral. I mean, isn't that the point. I would want it to be a group of people who were close to me talking and sharing memories of me, and laughing, and crying, and consoling each other. I feel really selfish saying it, but I would want people to weep at my funeral. I would want to know that I meant enough to people that they are deeply saddened by my passing. But I wouldn't want people to be so overcome with grief that they couldn't function anymore. And, I really would like people to laugh at my funeral. I would want people to share stories of stupid, funny things I've done, and laugh about them. I do a lot of stupid/silly things. I hope one of the stories they tell is of me walking home from the airport. They'll all get a good chuckle out of that one. But, yeah, I want people to think good things when they remember me. That's all anyone can really hope for, isn't it?
