Wednesday, December 30, 2009

BREAKING NEWS!

Paris Hilton cannot bellydance for shit. Her interpretation of a shimmy is lightly twitching her hips. That's her entire repertoire. That is all. You may now go on and youtube whatever reaches your fancy.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

It doesn't work that way!!

So right now I'm in Christmas break. It was fairly generic so far; hanging around, watching Spongebob, and watching the occasional porn movie when I'm home alone. Nothing special. Most that really happened so far is that we moved the Void (my old desk before I got my laptop) upstairs into the Parrot Room (a room in our house that got mauled apart by parrots before we moved in- hence the name).
So, let's start off with today. Today, I actually decided I'm going to get things done. I didn't. I did a couple loads of laundry, which is an entirely horrifying process I'm going to get into sometime, and I dyed my hair.
One thing about me is that I loooove to change my hair. I'm like a fashion model with my hair, it changes drastically at least once every couple months. I've had it blue, blonde, black, medium brown, and auburn so far. My natural hair colour is about dark brown, a kind of honey-chestnut colour. I do know that I don't like my hair medium-length though, which is probably why I'm never going to have my hair long. When my hair's medium-length (like emo-length), it starts to turn into some form of afro-mushroom-thing, and if I try to straighten it I look like a total douche.
Out of all the colours I've had so far, I like having blue and red hair the best. I can't do blue, though, because I'm trying to get a job at Starbucks, so I chose to go for red. It's been a few months since I last dyed my hair so I figured now would be a good time. Whip out some red hair dye (auburn brown, if anyone's interested) and splotch it on. Instructions say 25 minutes, so I wait a tiny bit longer just to be neurotic. I finish dying it and finally look in the mirror... most that happened is my forelock got a reddish tinge and the rest of my hair has a weird tint that you can only tell if you're in the right light. And a red scalp. It doesn't work that way...

Friday, December 25, 2009

First post!

So none of you know who I am. Well, maybe.
So my name is Alex, I'm 16 years old. I'm going to be 17 in April, and I still don't have my driver's license! I have to pay for it myself and I don't have a job, so that ain't going all that well. Nothing like a little optimism though. I've been trying to get a job at Starbucks for a while now, I'm thinking about kicking the pushiness up a notch. Nothing wrong with that, right? I don't mean that I'll jump up there and be all like "GIVE ME A JOB, NOW." but I'm not going to just sit here looking all cozy and happy as if a job is going to flop into my lap, because let's face it, it's not going to happen.
So a little bit about me. I go to a public high school, I'm pretty shy in school but I tend to whip out the occasional crack. I'm a fairly average kid; have a 3.3 GPA, go to a few clubs after school, hang out with friends, and I have a pretty solid plan of what I'm doing once I graduate. Oh yeah, and I'm not only gay but deeply in love with this guy I met before. His name is Joe and he's also one of my closest friends. I'll save him for sometime later, though.
So moving onto an actual blog stuff...
This Christmas was pretty great. I woke up at my dad's house (we celebrate on Christmas Eve, as states Finnish tradition) and had breakfast with my grandma. A little while passed then my mom picked me up and brought me to her house (where I live). Open presents, the usual. After all of that, I go to Joe's house to give him his present- you know, the general "Hi-merry-christmas-here-is-your-present-oh-boy-i-love-my-present-okay-see-you-later" drop-off. However, his mom answered the door and brought me in. I never met his mom before so we spent some time talking while Joe took a shower. Then his family arrived. About twenty of them. The house, however really large, was PACKED. I never imagined that one family can take up that much space. I spent the next six hours there talking with Joe and his family trying not to freak out because of my natural shyness. He drove me home and then went to his boyfriend's house about an hour ago. It was great, but I feel kind of lonely now. I guess I really do miss Joe. He's in college so I can only see him once every month or so. At least he's on break now, so we can spend time together.