Didn't update yesterday. Don't know why exactly.
Nothing has been happening; nothing... too important anyway.
It's a good peace, though. Nice time being alone. Maybe tomorrow I'll have more to say.
Ryan
25.2.11
Gaia Online
I know it's pretty lame of me, almost 21 and all, and having a kids forum site, but it's something to do with my time in the wee hours of the morning.
If you guys want to find me, you can find me under the username Mistress Zipper.
I've been doing little sketches and stuff for people I like... Like this one:
This one was for Guns go PEW PEW who gave me a voice clip saying "Hi, Mistress Zipper!" in return. It was really cute. I love accents.
I also drew my Avi, which wasn't as great...
But still cute.
But yeah, find me on there if you want!
Ryan
If you guys want to find me, you can find me under the username Mistress Zipper.
I've been doing little sketches and stuff for people I like... Like this one:
I also drew my Avi, which wasn't as great...
But yeah, find me on there if you want!
Ryan
What a Sight to See!
Ryan has a boyfriend, Ryan has a boyfriend, na, na, na-na, na!
Oh, God, I know. Most exciting thing that's been happening in my life for a while now. I just hope it gets rolling soon. I'll mark it down on my calender... once I get my calender up. Of some native place in Minnesota I got from my mom... Grand Portage. Pretty place, used to go to church there, hang with my friends, go fishing in the marina... My friend Casey, her girlfriend Lauren and I went down the marina to fish one time, and there was this one persistent fish that made me so frustrated, I literally sat down there on the dock, in the rain, fishing until I got the damned thing.
Took the bastard home in a plastic bag, hit it on the ground a few times. I was sooo excited. Casey thought I was a freak. I screamed at the cars that were going by how I caught my first Indian fish (excuse my racism, I was young), and probably would never catch one again.
Speaking of fishing, I'm hoping to go this summer. Any time. Maybe with David (the boyfriend that I told you about in a recent entry, Define "Naughty") and Max (also in said entry). Maybe Max won't be angry at me! What a wonder to behold, him not being angry... I even painted a picture of one of his senior pictures last night because we got in a fight. I felt really bad, and so I took the thing off of Facebook and painted it.
I took this with my phone, so I hope you don't mind the blurriness.
I'll get a better picture up if wanted. Leave a comment if you do or not!
Painting helps me feel better about myself, and my situation. I don't know if any of you can relate to that, but it does help. It always has helped.
Maybe it does help some of you, to get your artistic emotions out on paper, or canvas. Maybe even writing it out, like I do sometimes. Hell, if I'm in the mood, I'll go for a walk around the town, or go to the nearest park with a basketball and shoot some hoops -- the school gym even!
I guess I'm just saying, get it out. Scream, punch a pillow, get angry and happy. Don't be afraid to breath that special way so you don't annoy your partner -- boy, girl, or "it." They don't care. If David doesn't care that I sit on him just to feel his rib cage, or draw mental lines on his face to figure out his proportions, so then I could figure out the size of... ahem, "something else?" Your partner doesn't care. In fact, they probably think it's cute, the quirky things that you do.
Don't put yourself down, in any way. Because you're better than that.
And if your partner does treat you like you're a nuisance? Kick 'em out! They don't deserve you. Because you -- yes, you -- are awesome.
Max, if you're reading this, I love you, and always will. Really.
Ryan
Oh, God, I know. Most exciting thing that's been happening in my life for a while now. I just hope it gets rolling soon. I'll mark it down on my calender... once I get my calender up. Of some native place in Minnesota I got from my mom... Grand Portage. Pretty place, used to go to church there, hang with my friends, go fishing in the marina... My friend Casey, her girlfriend Lauren and I went down the marina to fish one time, and there was this one persistent fish that made me so frustrated, I literally sat down there on the dock, in the rain, fishing until I got the damned thing.
Took the bastard home in a plastic bag, hit it on the ground a few times. I was sooo excited. Casey thought I was a freak. I screamed at the cars that were going by how I caught my first Indian fish (excuse my racism, I was young), and probably would never catch one again.
Speaking of fishing, I'm hoping to go this summer. Any time. Maybe with David (the boyfriend that I told you about in a recent entry, Define "Naughty") and Max (also in said entry). Maybe Max won't be angry at me! What a wonder to behold, him not being angry... I even painted a picture of one of his senior pictures last night because we got in a fight. I felt really bad, and so I took the thing off of Facebook and painted it.
I took this with my phone, so I hope you don't mind the blurriness.
I'll get a better picture up if wanted. Leave a comment if you do or not!
Painting helps me feel better about myself, and my situation. I don't know if any of you can relate to that, but it does help. It always has helped.
Maybe it does help some of you, to get your artistic emotions out on paper, or canvas. Maybe even writing it out, like I do sometimes. Hell, if I'm in the mood, I'll go for a walk around the town, or go to the nearest park with a basketball and shoot some hoops -- the school gym even!
I guess I'm just saying, get it out. Scream, punch a pillow, get angry and happy. Don't be afraid to breath that special way so you don't annoy your partner -- boy, girl, or "it." They don't care. If David doesn't care that I sit on him just to feel his rib cage, or draw mental lines on his face to figure out his proportions, so then I could figure out the size of... ahem, "something else?" Your partner doesn't care. In fact, they probably think it's cute, the quirky things that you do.
Don't put yourself down, in any way. Because you're better than that.
And if your partner does treat you like you're a nuisance? Kick 'em out! They don't deserve you. Because you -- yes, you -- are awesome.
Max, if you're reading this, I love you, and always will. Really.
Ryan
24.2.11
Beat It
I finally finished my game of Fable on the computer about five minutes ago. It took me 18 hours and 18 minutes, and I only lost one life during the final battle! Hot damn, I'm good.
I'm thinking of going back and redoing a lot of it, maybe finishing up some quests I didn't, so I get more money. Sad that you can't have kids in that game, or else I would have a lot. I have like, 3 wives, and one of them is a man. I gotta say, I'm pretty pimping with my Snowspire tattoo and my wrinkles, since I'm like, 60 and shit. I got my really heavy-duty armor, and I'm so good butterflies follow me around. I don't even try to do good. I'm just a good person. I kill tons of people, and then people are like "OH, YOU'RE SO AMAZING, PLEASE COME TO OUR TOWN AND MARRY OUR WOMEN!"
Fuck yeah, I'm amazing.
Ryan
I'm thinking of going back and redoing a lot of it, maybe finishing up some quests I didn't, so I get more money. Sad that you can't have kids in that game, or else I would have a lot. I have like, 3 wives, and one of them is a man. I gotta say, I'm pretty pimping with my Snowspire tattoo and my wrinkles, since I'm like, 60 and shit. I got my really heavy-duty armor, and I'm so good butterflies follow me around. I don't even try to do good. I'm just a good person. I kill tons of people, and then people are like "OH, YOU'RE SO AMAZING, PLEASE COME TO OUR TOWN AND MARRY OUR WOMEN!"
Fuck yeah, I'm amazing.
Ryan
23.2.11
Something Surprising
Nothing. Has. Happened. For the past. 24 hours.
I got sick yesterday, and didn't see my friends. I got bit my cat. I went grocery shopping to get some apple juice, Dr. Pepper, and plums. To go hand-in-hand with that, I watched some YouTube vlog videos, and... that's about it.
Wow, my life sucks.
Hah, what life?
Ryan
I got sick yesterday, and didn't see my friends. I got bit my cat. I went grocery shopping to get some apple juice, Dr. Pepper, and plums. To go hand-in-hand with that, I watched some YouTube vlog videos, and... that's about it.
Wow, my life sucks.
Hah, what life?
Ryan
22.2.11
Define "Naughty"
This cleaning job is really getting on my nerves. I'm thinking of getting a new one. I'll be sure to look around. Maybe in the newspaper or something...
In other news, I've met this guy. He's a really nice guy, and... we're not dating yet, but he's out on an ice fishing trip with another one of my guy friends until Thursday, and he'll think about it until then, if he wants to go on a date with me or something. I met him through said friend, and his name is David. The friend's name is Max.
We've only been really "seeing" each other, or whatever you want to call it, for a few weeks. There's this girl who's stalking him who's totally been on my ass the time we've been spending together. When I say stalking, I mean it. She wants to know everything he does, and it's... insane, really. It would scare the crap out of me if I had a girl texting me all the time and talking to all her friends about me. Ugh. I don't understand it.
To the conclusion of a possible boyfriend, we've been practically inseparable. We smile at each other a lot, and we do a lot of things together. We're in this "club" (I guess we can call it that for now) at the local school near where we live, and we sit next to each other a lot. I feel like a teenage girl again, all giggly inside and shit. It makes me feel... like I actually have a life.
Ha! Like that would ever happen, lying here in bed, waiting for him to come back.
Late for work. Gotta ship off.
Ryan
In other news, I've met this guy. He's a really nice guy, and... we're not dating yet, but he's out on an ice fishing trip with another one of my guy friends until Thursday, and he'll think about it until then, if he wants to go on a date with me or something. I met him through said friend, and his name is David. The friend's name is Max.
We've only been really "seeing" each other, or whatever you want to call it, for a few weeks. There's this girl who's stalking him who's totally been on my ass the time we've been spending together. When I say stalking, I mean it. She wants to know everything he does, and it's... insane, really. It would scare the crap out of me if I had a girl texting me all the time and talking to all her friends about me. Ugh. I don't understand it.
To the conclusion of a possible boyfriend, we've been practically inseparable. We smile at each other a lot, and we do a lot of things together. We're in this "club" (I guess we can call it that for now) at the local school near where we live, and we sit next to each other a lot. I feel like a teenage girl again, all giggly inside and shit. It makes me feel... like I actually have a life.
Ha! Like that would ever happen, lying here in bed, waiting for him to come back.
Late for work. Gotta ship off.
Ryan
20.2.11
Back in Action
Found the cable, finally. Cleaned almost the entire house trying to find it. I should probably stop leaving my socks in the living room (that's where I found it, buried under all those damn socks).
Hooray for tons of naps, though.
Ryan
Hooray for tons of naps, though.
Ryan
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