captqueerboi

up at midnight...

2006-05-24T07:04:36Z

so im up at midnight...
i wish i could say i was doing something interesting...but no.
i get to write stupid essays about fucking planimeters!!! why? because apparetnly the math department thought that math included essays!
WTF??? essays = english. math = math.
in case anyone is bored enough...this is what a fuckign planimeter is...
fucking planimeters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ugh. anyways, tonight will be a caffinated/drunk nite.
off to essays about evil math i go!
wow my life is really pathetic right now...

--fin--

guess who's back...back again...

2006-05-22T06:44:51Z

so its been farrrrrrrr too long since i updated on this thing. like literally months.
what has happened?
taylor has gone to college at Harvey Mudd College, in claremont, and survived his first year. really great place, but sooooo much fucking work that i had like no free time. anyways, im almost done, as the year is over and im doing this summer session for a few weeks and then im free! and then i go to china for 2 weeks! and then im back and have a free summer! how rad is that. so yea, i plan on traveling a lot this next year, where should i go? i already have china and england schedule, and australia/new zealand in the works...
but more importantly, who has missed me? lol. anyways, i promise i'll update later with something more interesting and probably durnk pictures!
oh! yes, i have $300 dollars worth of alcohol in my room (if you were doing nothing but math for 6 weeks you would too...) so who wants to come party with me?

--fin--

captqueerboi @ 2005-10-20T10:22:00

2005-10-20T17:23:00Z

cut. procrastinating on physics.
a real update later maybe?
livejournal is so 2001.

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captqueerboi @ 2005-09-11T21:42:00

2005-09-12T04:42:50Z

another one.
college is rad.
i love it.
and dont really feel like i have much to day.
gmail me.
thats the best way to get in touch. cuz i almost always have an away message up on AIM.

--fin--

holler if you like "break me shake me" by savage garden!!!

2005-08-23T07:08:19Z

Break Me Shake Me

I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known

But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known

So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone

Well you confuse me in a way that I've never known
You confuse me in a way that I've never known

So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone

She says, "I can help you, but what do you say?"
But it's not free baby, you'll have to pay
You just keep me contemplating
That your soul is slowly fading

God don't you know I live with a ton of regret?
Coz I used to move you in a way that you've never known
But then I accused you in a way that you've never known
But you hurt me in a way that I've never known...

Break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
So won't you break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone

Listen, baby
You'll be, you'll be alone

Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me...

revenge is a dish best served cold...

2005-08-23T06:39:42Z

i hate liars. and i just found out he is an even bigger one then i thought. i will get him back. when he leasts expects it. at least 2 months, maybe 3. people should know not to fuck with me.

--fin--

haha...funny article...from details

2005-08-23T06:25:15Z

What's wrong with a little revenge sex? Or mercy sex or apology sex or good-bye sex? Nothing at all.

My friend Amanda had just given birth to her first child. She'd been married for one year. The day before she went on maternity leave her boss called her into his office and gave her a promotion and a very large raise. New husband, new salary, and now new baby.
Then: news. Her husband was leaving her. He was sorry. He knew the timing was bad. He'd known he was going to leave her when she was at five months, but he couldn't leave a pregnant woman; he wasn't that kind of guy. So he' waited until the baby was born-his daughter-and his wife was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, feeding her. He said "I'm sorry," and he was wearing his leather motorcycle jacket.
"Sorry for what?" Amanda asked, thus opening the door that would lead her into a new and horrible life.
"Sorry I can't do this any longer."
It turned out that hte husband was not only leaving his wife, the new mother. But he had an apartment already. And in the apartment, a new girlfriend. And nursing on the breast of the new girlfriend, a baby, just like this one.
The husband walked out the door and climbed onto his Ducati 1000S. And Amanda sat there with a fresh baby attached to her swollen, chafed nipple and thought, What the fuck?
It was to be an ugly divorce. It would not be quick or painless. But drawn out, excruciating. The baby would be a little girl by the time it was final.
And then an interesting thing happened.
For a period of about three weeks, I stopped hearing from Amanda. No phone calls, no e-mails. I began to worry. I left a message on her answering machine: "Call me. I need to know if you are okay."
And finally she called.
Turns out, the day the divorce had become final, Amanda and her now ex-husband had spend the afternoon in bed, in what was now Amanda's home.
"We've been fucking like banshees," she said. "We've been meeting up at lunch. At hotels."
Amanda described hours of determined fellatio and crusty French break spread with Brie: "When we were married, we never had sex in the shower. Now? Let me tell you that the man will never think of hair conditioner in the same way again."
Fuck by fuck, Amanda had worn down the man. Eventually he lay in her arms and sobbed. He asked, "Have I made a huge mistake?"
Amanda revealed to me that she'd spend more than a thousand dollars at Victoria's Secret. "It's like war," she said. "You don't consider the money. You think only of destroying the enemy."
At last the ex-husband said, "I want to come home. I'm sorry. I still love you."
And this is when Amanda leaped form the bed. She dressed hastily, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door. "I blew him a kiss as I left," she said. "I wish I'd had a camera phone so I could look at the expression on his face over and over again, make it my screen saver. It was a priceless face. The poor dumb dog."
That evening, Amanda called the home of her ex-husband and spoke to the girlfriend, the mother of the other baby. And she said "I just wanted you to know that your boyfriend has been fucking me every day for three weeks. And he's just today told me he loves me and wants to come home. But I don't want him, and I'm officially giving him to you."
Amanda had successfully pulled off the Revenge Fuck.
And that's what we're here to talk about today. The Revenge Fuck, the Sympathy Fuck, the Good-bye Fuck, and the Apology Fuck.
There is a Fuck for every occasion. There is a fuck to mark the passing of each stage of human experience.
When your lonely ex-girlfriend calls you at midnight and cries on the phone and you find yourself at her apartment 20 minutes later, this is the Mercy Fuck. You're doing it not because you desire her so much but because you want her to understand she's worth something. She's still sexy. Those bags of corn chips haven't mattered after all.
And if you lost both legs in a car accident? And are wondering why the really, really beautiful girl sitting on the subway seat across from you is looking at you with so much heat in her gaze you think your hair might melt? And are you imagining this? You're not. You're about to be the recipient of the I've Never Slept With a (insert: Hispanic Person, Amputee, Senior Citizen, Jew) Fuck. Which is about boradening our horizons. Or sometimes just scratching a curious itch.
And let us not forget the Validation Fuck. This is the fuck you give yourself. To prove that you still can, if you want to. Perhaps it follows a surgery. Often it does. It can also follow a 40th birthday. You do this so you can tell youself, "I've still got it."
The Drunk Fuck is less noble and usually involves somebody you wouldn't normally fuck. Somebody who at the end of the night looked suprisingly attractive. The Drunk Fuck often involves an apology. "This doesn't usually happen to me. Sorry. I don't know why it's just flooping around like that." The Drunk Fuck can be a warning if it happens too often. It could mean you drink too much. Or are afriand of a real relationship. I know one serial Drunk Fucker who has to change his phone number evey two months. Sad.
And then there is the Second Choice Fuck: When the girl you ahve been stalking all night at the party finally leaves with some other guy-the investment banker with the legs of a soccer player, you couldn't help noticing. Her girlfriend approaches you and says "What's up?" And you realize you hadn't even noticed her. But you take her, by default. At least she knows the hot girl. That's something.
There are times when a fuck can further your career. The Blind Ambition Fuck might involve somebody much older or less attractive than you'd like, but their power makes it possible. Can't you think of somebody who wasn't so famous until they started fucking a megastar? It has happened.
And though few men will admit this, many have experience the Am I Bi? Fuck while in college.
Speaking of college, mean and women in their sophmore year are all familiar with that spring-break tradition the Sport Fuck, where the goal is to accumulate as many sexual partners as possible. In days past, this was known as "sowing you wild oats." But let's call a fuck a fuck, shall we? This has nothing to do with oats and argriculture and everything to do with Am I desirable to members of the opposite sex? Just how desirable? Often, spring break yields a mess of fucks-Sprot, Revenge, Am I Bi?, Drunk. Sometimes all of these fucks can happen at the same time, with the same person, with MTV on in the background.
For many people, there is no fuck more scintillating than the Forbidden Fuck. Which might include sex with your therapist, a friend of your mother's, or your girlfriend's younger sister.
But fucking your girlfriend's younger sister can also be a Revence Fuck or a Break Up With Me Because I'm Too Cowardly to Break Up With You Fuck. So we need to keep our fucks straight.
Well, not that straight.
What gay man hasn't lowered his standards to the floor of the bar and had a simple Horny Fuck? When the look of a person matters less then the fact that their body is warm.
Of course, sometimes the body isn't warm. The body is dead. And that's the Sick Fuck. Let's hope there aren't too many people among us who engage in such a fuck.
Ever hear of a Star Fucker?
I know a story about a celebrity, not attractive. In fact, quite ugly. He's tall and creepy and the thought of his hand on your thigh would make you shiver.
But at a friend's Christmas party two years ago, Mr. Ugly Famous got a blow job in the bathroom from a Prada model. Why did she do it? Because he's a star. And that's the Star Fuck. And maybe she was hoping to be able to swallow a little of his fame. Of course, she would also be able to brag about this liaison later, wear is as a certain kind of badge of honor. People are impressed with celebrities and the people who sleep with them.
But because it happened in the bathroom, it could also be considered a Bathroom Fuck. Which can also happen in an elevator but rarely does, except in movies. It's urgent, stolen, and phone numbers are almost never exchanged. This sort of fuck is born of excitement. The thrill of getting caught and being naughty, of holding up a long line of people who have to pee, just for kicks.
Think that's all there is? Fuck no.
There's the Lazy Fuck, where you're too tired to do some serious banging and you settle for something oral (or manual) and fast. In women involved with other owmen, the Lazy Fuck is a precursor to Lesbian Deathbead Syndrome, where there is no more sex, only hugging and stray-cat adoption.
And the Favor Fuck. Where you give you ass in exchange for something else: a trading tip, a lead on a great apartment, an audition. You scratch my back and I'll ride yours.
In some circles, there's only one fuck that counts: the Procreative Fuck. This is what you do when you want to have a baby. It's not about romance or sexual tension. It's about charts, timing, hormone levels, and hitching a ride on an egg. This is as close to business-as-usual as a fuck can get. Ask any couple trying to conceive and you'll see, not a lot of candles are lit.
Of course, all of the fucks we've discussed have one thing in common. They each involve another person. So what happens if there's not another person handy? If nobody else is willing to join you?
You know the answer to this; dont be coy.
Go Fuck Yourself.

haha omg so funny. i cant belive i spent all the time copying that.
today was rad sam and christy came over...they are so cute together. and i forsure have the fighting fan form, and gladyas gave me a beaufitul jade charm. it was so nice. so yay. good day all in all. hopefully i'll be fully healed by tomorrow.

--fin--

shaolin fan...

2005-08-21T05:48:19Z

so today i finished my shaolin fan form with sensei gladyas. it is so tyte. i ♥ it soooooooooo much.
its a spear tipped fan...technically an illeagl weapong i think. cuz its like, concealed. but i love playing with it.
and now i use my new scanner hooked up to my new laptop to show it to you...

and i was messging with the settings and i came out with this. i think it shows the blades better. hehe.

so yea. its funfunfun. anyways...i think im in like agian. this should interesting. i dunno. its complicated. *sighs*
college soon...making me nervous. :-/

theres always other shit but i dont feel like typing it all out.
and im already starting to miss my friends. like amy. alot.
:-(

--fin--

haha i <3 shakira

2005-08-09T15:54:23Z

up far too early after staying up far too late listening to shakira before going out to mudd and txting ronny while memorizing nikai. cuz i finished ikkai. thats rite bitches.
i leave far too soon, so i need to see you all like...now!

--fin--

im such a hacker...

2005-08-04T00:12:42Z

so im on the train heading up to portland and then seattle and im stopped at a station [san luis obisbo or sumthin like that]. anyways, i just hacked [my first] my way into like, 3 different wireless networks. it was funfunfun. and so now i am using this to check my mail and my myspace and facebook and ofcourse update my lj. horray!
JIMMY CALL MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I AM GOING TO BE IN PORTLAND TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

--fin--

hmc ppl r crazy...

2005-08-02T07:10:50Z

so this weekend i went to a bbq with sum hmc ppl. omg they are all crazy. it was very interesting. between endless food competition between david and jens, and playing duck duck goose [yes, the college students here] and me and my new hmc friend alex who all the guys are jealous of cuz we kicked it off so quickly and are for sure going shopping and clubbing soon, it was just uberrad. oh and so i talked to my roomie today, and came out to him, and max, and sam, and sadie. a bunch [of mostly dojo] ppl. it was rad, as was learning a form in an hr from the seminar yesturday. rotchrock rocked!!! and kicking it with max [and later jandra and her cousin] was pretty tyte too. and sam and christy are togehter, horray. its so cute. and im learning fighting fan from gladyas, its so great. hehehe. defiently needing sleep now. and totally <3. i love making no sense sometimes. oh and happy bday to annabelle [yesturday]

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drunk women entairn me...

2005-07-26T05:52:41Z

so i went to dinner with guy on sat. to C&O trattoria. it was quite interesting.
drunk women entairtain me to no end. they were quite funny, giving us advice on everything in life.
dating, boys, being old. lol and the garlic balls were amazing.
and they gave me wine. lol. i hope they email me pictures.
and then guy and i went to weho and stopped by rage and met up with harrison and his friend tyler [briefy].
and...that was my saturday.
in other news its way too hott for words.
and i cant stop thinking about him. i dont think this is good...

--fin--

captqueerboi @ 2005-07-23T00:11:00

2005-07-23T07:11:02Z

the way we clicked reminds me of guy...

--fin--

back from canadia...

2005-07-23T07:06:05Z

well i got back from canada today.
it was such an amazing trip.
so i got there and checked into the most amazing hotel in the world. like as nice as a fairmont. no joke. after brief cell phone lossness...i met up with joel. it was so wonderful to finally meet him. we did lunch and i met his bf matt. we walked around and shopped and saw an art museum and got Dsquared and went to second cup and saw the art school and met up with his friend [?] ronny, and we walked everywhere, including the gay part of town. ronny is defiently an interesting person. the next day we went to CN tower and uptown to the puma store and went shopping more and we went to dinner with his parents. oh and the first nite we went to the spa too. and today we went shopping and did lunch and went to a cute little park. there was way more, but i dont really remember it all. it was an amazing trip. i kinda want to go back now. *sighs*

and on a semi-related note i always pick the ones i cant have. it sucks major.

sleep now, for being jet-lagged sucks

--fin--

sad but true...

2005-07-15T07:44:04Z

You scored as Slut. Your just the slut - everyone knows your name, and not for the best reason. You've not only been around the block, but around the whole city. If you want to keep on this road, just wrap it up babe, and play safe!

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Out and Proud Queer

90%

Slut

90%

Attitude Queen

80%

Drag Queen

80%

Drama Queen

80%

Abercromibe Boi

70%

Politiqueer

60%

Twink

50%

Gym Bunny

40%

Circuit Boy

40%

Str8 boi

20%

Mess

10%

What gay personality are you?
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captqueerboi @ 2005-07-14T02:03:00

2005-07-14T09:03:46Z

hehe.
i win.
again.
sleep now.
dorothy + adam = fun

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captqueerboi @ 2005-07-13T21:26:00

2005-07-14T04:26:16Z

i have rediscovered the greatness of a band named orgy.

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captqueerboi @ 2005-07-13T21:24:00

2005-07-14T04:24:35Z

wow less then an hr. more like 35 mins. thats the quickest ever. thank fucking god.

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captqueerboi @ 2005-07-13T20:32:00

2005-07-14T03:32:04Z

i think i like the people that dont live in my country the most.
specifically the ones in canada i'll see next week, and the ones in new zealand that i'll hopefully see in october.
cuz they dont bullshit me ever.
i wish i could hang out with them more.

--fin--

captqueerboi @ 2005-07-13T20:30:00

2005-07-14T03:30:03Z

boys suck.
especially lying ones.
but i have ~~two~~ three increadibly hott flings.
a july, august, and october.
and perhaps a fallback to jack in september?
im so over it already.
i just cant wait for college.
ps-iPods rock.

--fin--

well i really want a summer fling more but...

2005-07-09T07:46:17Z

I'm not searching for a boyfriend. I'm looking for a boy to be a friend, who could possibly one day be a boyfriend.

I want a guy...

Who cares what he looks like, but isn't obsessive about it.
Who likes to hold hands, but knows how to let go.
Who likes to kiss, but doesn't slobber.
Who has drive and passion, but knows how to relax.
Who enjoys nice things, but doesn't live for them.
Who likes Paris Hilton, but doens't think she's the coollest thing since DQ's moolattes.
Who likes to read, but isn't a nerd.
Who loves to have fun, but doesn't live to party.
Who is selective, but doesn't discriminate.
Who wants it all, but is happy with what he's got.
Who is attractive, but not intimidatingly so.
Who likes to be attached, but isn't clingy.
Who likes to shop, but isn't scared to look through the sale rack.
Who enjoys food, but isn't on the see-food diet.
Who takes care of his body, but isn't addicted to the gym.
Who can be kind of dorky, but not in the 'Come look at my shrine to Pokemon' way.
Who wants to go everywhere, but appreciates where he is.
Who takes pictures of himself, but doesn't keep one in his wallet.
Who likes recognition, but isn't an attention whore.
Who is romantic, but not sappy.
Who is sensitive, but not too soft.
Who knows how to adapt, but doesn't change who he is.
Who knows how to give, but also how to get.
Who takes time to get ready, but not an hour.
Who likes to go out, but enjoys a night at home.
Who likes will and grace, but doesn't carry around a Cher doll.
Who likes to be funny, but not rediculous.
Who can be serious, but not unapproachable.
Who is looking for a real relationship, but wants to go slow.

and yes...certain hott italian sons of ambassadors that know chelsey could fit this list...

--fin--

for krystin...

2005-07-08T22:39:41Z

SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT A 60 GB IPOD PHOTO!!!!

this has been a good week.

--fin--

new laptoppppppppppppp

2005-07-08T08:03:52Z

HORRAY!!!

after missing the UPS guy, driving downtown, waiting forEVER, coming home, messing around, and having alex come over...i am now updating my lj from my brand new laptop!!! so tyte!

--fin--

weeeeee!!!!!!!!

2005-07-07T08:06:37Z

horray!!! my uberrad $3000+ new laptop has been shipped!!! it should arrive soon.
i cant wait to play with it and my new 60 GB iPod photo.
*jumps up and down and claps hands*
SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

--fin--

the jetsetter...

2005-07-06T07:27:02Z

TAYLOR'S GOING TO CANADA!!!

july 19-july 22 bitches.

thats right.

canadia, here i come!!!

--fin--