5.29.2005

Should I?

I might stop using Blogger.

All is not lost, though, I would simply transfer my blog here instead. The features are far greater, I could have a picture gallery (among many other possible elements) ...I can edit every aspect of the site simply and easily (with some html still thrown in there). The options are endless there, pretty much. The caveat: 7 dollars a month. It isnt so bad, really. But, I need opinions.

5.28.2005

To Kristin.

I think it has been a day of discovery. I discovered some good books [(a) (b) (c)] for incredibly low prices, I discovered some hope for homosexuals in a positively dynamic world, and, at the risk of sounding cliche and cornball, I discovered love, in an its-been-there-all-along sense, anyway.

It is the last that I've been thinking about most. I dont really know why it came to the forefront today, I mean, I guess that's why they call it an epiphany; one doesn't expect something profound to happen so suddenly. Even though it was somewhat obvious all along it is so surprising that a single moment can change everything. I guess I lie saying it happened tonight; it was last night, if you want to be technical about it. Something about the way she looked at me smacked me in the face with "holy shit, I love this person." That moment has never happened to me before, and I can't really describe it any other way.

It makes me smile to know that the love I share with Kristin is so incredibly unique and intrinsically our own. I realized last night that even though our love wont be obtained in the romantic, wife-and-kids, live happily ever after sense, it is still amazing in its own right. Perhaps something about the right of passage that is graduation night affected me somehow; perhaps seeing her face in that crowd and reaching out for her hand physically reminded me; perhaps it was the fact that, regardless of my sexuality, her parents love me as a member of their family; perhaps it was the many moments, memories, smiles, fights, panic attacks, Six Feet Under episodes, dinners as both boyfriend/girlfriend and gay best friend/best friend, trips to West Palm, hours talking in my car, hundreds of missed and returned phone calls, and countless other things we've shared; perhaps it is the appreciation we have for each other that is so great that it can't be quantified; perhaps its some aggregate (you know I wouldn't have used this word in any other post) of all of these that, in that smile and hug goodbye in the MCHS parking lot, made me finally realize my love for her.

Kristin, I am writing this for the world to see. I don't really care that I sound like a cornball idiot. It makes me happy that, at 19, I can say that I love another person. Although I am sad that I couldn't fulfill your life in that societal image of what's "right," I just want you to know know that I will be there when that moment comes to you, as I know it will. I will be right there by your side forever (god the corniness is oozing). I don't know how but I have this gut feeling that "bff" is not so far off for us. Simply put: Kristin, I love you profoundly.

Well, so ends my platonic gush fest. I don't know, I just had to get it out there. I was sitting there looking at the St. Lucie River today, Kristin across the table from me, sharing yet another one of our best friend moments, and it was on my mind; finally something really just happy that I wanted people to know about. It's late though, I think I'm gonna call it a night.

5.25.2005

Musical Baton

Today I received this from a total stranger. It made me smile to think that I have cool people reading my blog and thinking of me. I don't usually do these serveys in-blog, but I like this one. So here goes.


Kelly passed this musical baton on to me.

Total volume of music on my computer:
Sorted: 17.72 Gigabytes (4307 files)
Unsorted: 177.2 Megabytes (46 files)
The last CD I bought:
Snow Patrol - Final Straw (Although I bought it on iTunes, just to clarify)
Song playing right now:
Tori Amos - Taxi Ride


Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

    Frou Frou - Must Be Dreaming
    My most listened to song on iTunes (90 plays, not counting the iPod, CD playings, and the like). This song always makes me close my eyes and move my body. Imogen Heap's voice is so ethereal and the melody is just so incredible. I can listen to this song hundreds of times (and I have) and I never tire of it. If it's mentioned, I want to hear it. If a second of it is played, it is stuck in my head for hours.

    Eric Whitacre - Sleep (performed by The BYU Singers)
    Even though I sang this song during my senior year of high school, listening to it holds even more meaning. I have to stop and allow the gorgeous chords to wash over me and let the lyrics envelop me...it simply puts me in a different place. The motion and freedom at the climax gives me chills every time; absolutely nothing negates the pure beauty of it. Even when I feel the most distanced from choral music I am always reminded just how much I love it and how much I would love to compose and create that experience for another.

    Rufus Wainwright - Dinner at Eight
    Rufus has such a unique voice. The emotion he expresses in this song is just so incredible and strong. The fact that his father doesnt accept the fact that he's gay is so heartwrenching, and Rufus conveys this pain so vividly. I remember the day I realized the real meaning behind the lyrics, and how profound and meaningful they are. I love Rufus for his music, and for the experiences that he shares through it.

    Lifehouse - Simon
    What an underappreciated band. Lifehouse is simply amazing. Just because "Hanging By a Moment" was a popped out, overplayed, radio rag doesn't mean Lifehouse should be just another one hit wonder. Simon is raw emotion. How many nights did I just sit in my car listening to No Name Face on repeat, thinking about..everything? Lifehouse got me through it...through day to day emotional difficulties, through high school, and through life.

    Sarah McLachlan - Do What You Have to Do
    All gay guys have a "coming out song." Most are cliche, happy, and somewhat stupid (Diana Ross, anyone?)...mine...isn't. When I was laying in my dorm room bunk staring at the ceiling...knowing Kristin was in Stuart missing me and loving me with all her heart, I knew, somewhere, that I couldn't continue to allow her to live that life anymore, that life filled with unknown false hope. More powerfully, I realized that I couldn't live that life either; I simply had to tell her the truth, and this song sang that reality so simply and explicitly. It is still hard for me to listen to this song. But, in retrospect, I realize how much raw emotional strength it took to follow the lyrics. I am so greatful that everything worked out the way it did.


Five People I'm Rolling the Baton To:
Eric, Niki, Erica, Adam, and Kristin.



5.24.2005

A beer, some sushi, and a Kiwano.

Today was a good day. In fact, it was a great day. I recovered nicely from my fever and sore throat experience of the weekend and I awoke this morning feeling, well, the same as every other morning. But today, Kristin came over and we decided to go to Publix to get some lunch before our planned Six Feet Under marathon. So, we did. We wandered around Publix aimlessly for a long time, finding only miscellaneous items, but we finally decided on Sushi. I had been timid about Publix sushi in the past, but it ended up being rather tasty indeed. Along with the sushi, Kristin found the most bizarre piece of produce I have ever seen, the kiwano. At $4.99 per each, the spiney, bright orange "horned melon" was a sight to behold; Kristin didn't even think twice about buying one. When we got home and cut it open, the sight was even crazier: Inside there were hundreds of lime green pods..each filled with a jelly-like goo incasing a single seed. We discovered that one must suck the goo out of the pods (gross sounding, I know) in order to eat the Kiwano. Unfortunately, it was bitter as hell; but it was nothing a little Splenda couldnt fix. Overall, the Kiwano was an experience. However, if you want the taste of semi-bitter grapes you might as well not spend 5 bucks. But the kiwano was a hell of a lot cooler than some boring old grapes.

From there, we went to Toojay's and got carrot cake (today was a day of eating delight). We also talked. We went to Barnes and Noble and met up with Jenni (who continues to amaze me). Then I went to Stuart Beach to meet up with friends and to watch the full moon. By the time I got there, however, the mosquitos had sufficiently eaten them alive so they were leaving when I walked up. We went to Osceola Street Cafe for open mic night instead, where I ran into a friend from UF. She bought me an Amber Bock, which was incredibly good-tasting. I drank the whole thing, much to my dismay. I guess I am a dark beer drinker. I hung out there for a few hours, and then drove home at around one am. All in all my day was fantastic.

Well, it is past 4 in the morning. Linking every other word is definitely amusing, but as I have been finding them my eyes have been drifting shut. I just wanted to get this out there tonight (or this morning, whatever) while the events of today were still semi-fresh in my mind. Goodnight.

5.19.2005

"Mr. Lube" Promotion

I have cool friends. Friends that write and think well. That column pretty much rocks my world; it's intelligent, it's of like-mind, it's well written, it's openminded about homosexuality in an otherwise closeminded medium and it's thought-provoking. I guess these are just the aspects of a good article, but for some reason I feel that Mr. Lube (this makes me chuckle) has gone above and beyond. I just wanted to say here that I really enjoyed it; I also wanted to spread the word about the article...because, although my friends are not yet engaged, I suddenly find them all coupled...and happy. I am now surrounded by boyfriend-girlfriend companionship. Not only will I never see that for myself, but I am beginning to wonder if the gay version will ever happen to me (silly statement, I know). I mean, where exactly do I fit in with this whole "relationship" bru-ha-ha? Maybe I'm not cut out for it right now...and that column pretty much comforts me in the fact that that's ok. Read it, if you haven't already.

An Audio Post.

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5.16.2005

Opinions Anyone?

What if...


Art and design education at UF begins with the nationally-unique foundation curriculum built on an intensive first-semester experience called, WARP (Workshop for Art Research and Practice). Three semesters of media-specific classes follow. To begin their junior year, students must submit visual portfolios to continue in their major. Here, our selection process is extremely competitive and we accept approximately 25% of applicants –— we invite the “cream of the crop” into the program, believing designers must be smart, creative, and motivated. Our design program is conceptually-driven with an emphasis on process and thinking, and sequential in structure. The 22 students accepted then work together over the next two years in a dedicated and highly collaborative studio space.


...I need assistance with this one. Leave comments.

5.15.2005

Annoyances.

I wish people would be honest. I recently had someone plagerize a previous post of mine (the 20 realizations post) on his LiveJournal. Althought not entirely verbatim, a great deal of it was only slightly reworded. A reader of my blog could (and did) identify the similiarties rather obviously. The only reason I make haste to post about it here is because he went and deleted the levelheaded, understanding comment I left him about his restatement of my words. Readers of his LiveJournal will think those words and ideas are his ...and that gets under my skin. It is crazy how my peers (and even myself) are so apt to copy-paste for reports and essays and not think a thing about it. I am now on the other side of this plagerisim, and it makes the situation totally different. It made me genuinely sad to read his post. I felt stupid that my words could, in a way, be used against me and become someone elses'. I guess imitation is the strongest form of flattery, and in a way, I am flattered that his words hit that close to home with him. However, a simple message of gratitude and agreement would have been much better than a plagerized post in a LiveJournal that I found out about indirectly.

In other news, I think I am fucking up with dating/relationships/ seeing people/making out/lusting after/dealing with guys in general. I am all over the place. I don't know what I want. I used to feel one way and then another way the next day; it has steadily progressed to a state of complete confusion: I think I am hurting some people. I think I am confusing some people. I think I might be leading some people on. I think I might appear to be more aloof than I thought I was. Overall, I wish...well, I don't know what I wish. I just want to appologize for my current state of disorientation and distraction.

Well, my feet hurt. Bedtime.

5.13.2005

Crackers...and phone sex.

What an interesting night. Fun, though. I never thought I would er...do that. But, I don't regret it. It was the closest I've had to the idea of sex in a long time. I hung up at 4 am (this was with a friend not a 1-900 number or anything desperate) and proceeded to eat a whole stack of Saltines. Healthy? No. Satiating? Yes. I was laying in bed in total darkness munching on crackers after having had a 3 hour conversation (and then some). I chuckle. What's funnier is that I am blogging about it now. Maybe I shouldn't post. But I think, in this process of being open and coming out and learning what it is to be gay, a good phone sex session is just one of those elements that everyone (mostly everyone, I hope) experiences and just doesn't mention. I really did like it...which might be considered alarming.

I just woke up, which sucks, cause i was supposed to meet Erica and Kristin for lunch..I think they went without me. I also worked last night for the first time (back at Mariner Sands Country Club) and I wanted to come home and crash...but I got wrapped up in this other thing and found myself up past 4am yet again, even though I was DEAD tired. Oh well, ultimately, it was my decision. It was just so tempting, and I didn't even have to leave my bed.

Well I think I am going to get my ass out of bed and shower. I am still physically exhausted even after 8+ hours of sleep. I guess it was pretty intense, both working and then you-know-what-ing. Oh so raunchy, but oh so satisfying. Alright, now that strangers know just one more of my inner most secrets, I am gonna go.

5.08.2005

Meh.

Sometimes I wish things could just work out seamlessly. I wish our bathroom could be finished and that it didn't have to take 7 months to be completed. I wish I could have gotten the job at Bonefish so I wouldn't have to be burdened with thinking about job searching this week. I wish I could stop myself from falling for this guy with girlfriend. I guess, they say, without conflict, life is boring. But some conflicts just seem silly.

Anyway, I don't feel very ambitious today. I am tired. I am listening to the new Rufus CD, Want Two. I love it. And yes, I am done with this post. Sorry it wasnt more.

5.05.2005

An Update...and then some.

So the Internet has been out for almost 24 hours and I feel completely disconnected with the world. It is almost surreal to not have 10 Instant Message windows open, even more names flashing on my buddy list, and to not be checking and rechecking Myspace and Facebook simultaneously. I have determined that sitting online is almost an addiction for me: it is pretty near all I end up doing when I have down time. Furthermore, when it goes out like it has been all day today, I too kinda shut down; proof-positive: it has been a lousy, lousy day.

Since I stayed up til 6am yesterday (I obviously was connected then)…I woke up at an alarming 2pm today. It was rainy and miserable out and the internet was down, so I bummed around in my room all afternoon, half-assedly cleaning but not really being all that productive. Since I didn’t get the job at Bonefish Grill like I had been hoping, I was supposed to go out and apply at more places, but my pride got the better of me and I moped around here instead. If only they hadn’t have said the reason I didn’t get the job was because I “didn’t fit the personality profile of Bonefish employees” and that because I “scored outside of the acceptable range” (on the 45 minute long personality and basic skills test I was required to take) that I wouldn’t be coming back for an interview… I probably wouldn’t have cared so much. But to give me such a stupid reason without a call to my previous employer or an interview is just plain disheartening. So yeah, I said, “fuck you!” to the job search for today.

After being blah both mentally and physically for a few hours, I showered and went to see The Interpreter with some friends. I enjoyed it…it’s probably my favorite Nicole Kidman flick I’ve ever seen. For a movie with absolutely NO sex appeal at all (Sean Penn is so freakin ugly I can’t handle it…and Nicole is really pretty, yes…but we all know that that really doesn’t work for me at all) it held my interest pretty decently. It was actually kinda nice to not be horny and drooling all over some unattainably hot actor for 2 hours of my life. Afterwards we went to get ice cream at Publix and we all just chilled at Erica’s house. So yeah, even though the past two days have been overly lousy, the past two nights have been great (last night a bunch of us went to The Gardens, California Pizza Kitchen, and the Apple Store (where they fixed my defective iPod for no cost whatsoever…I was so profoundly happy)).

Anyway, I didn’t really intend for this post to be a generic update type of rundown. A pretty serious topic has been on my mind for some time...ever since the last day of freshman year (Beaty Liberation Day) to be exact. After my last exam I found out some real disappointing news (also somewhat private) that has been looming in my mind and I have been pondering how and what to post…but I’ve really been coming up blank. I have tried to sit down and blog about five times and each time I do I stare a blank text field for 20 minutes before giving up. I guess it took Adelpha to leave me with absolutely no Internet for twenty some odd hours (and therefore, no unending string of distractions flashing in my face) in order to get me to write. So here goes:

Basically, my brother’s marriage is pretty much over. I was nauseous at first, because I love them both so much. In fact, I still get somewhat sick to my stomach when I think about a divorce and the implications that come from it. I grew up in a broken up family and to think of my niece with that stressful childhood really pains me. I also feel sad for my poor mom who has such a hard time as it is: my oldest brother excommunicated himself from the family, I ended up gay, and now the only semblance of normalcy in the fucked up Barilla clan is pretty much caput. I was really flat-out mad at my brother at first; I mean, for someone who I’ve looked up to for my entire life and who I love so much…to go and arbitrarily end something so seemingly great really confused me. True, I don’t (and I still don’t) know the entire story, but it just seemed so shocking, to hear this news.

Over the past few days though I have realized something about our society today…a society whose divorce rate is skyrocketing and where stories like my brother’s are no longer found exclusively in the plots of made-for-Lifetime movies. I think, somehow, that it’s so much easier for people today to move on to something new and exciting when a relationship seems to be dying out. Fifty years ago, fidelity wasn’t questioned; anniversaries came and came again, and instead of them signifying “wow, how the hell did we make it through another year?” they were actually a testament to something greater. I really don’t think that couples back then were any happier than their modern-day counterparts; that is, there was the same desire for separation as there is today, since deep down, few relationships have what it takes to withstand years and years of pressure. The difference is really the fact that people just didn’t act on those initial desires: they sucked it up, and suffered though it. Dissatisfied wives, cheating husbands, argumentative couples, and closeted homosexuals were all forced, by society, to live it out, like it or not.

Today though, divorce is easy. I mean, we are so used to getting what we want when we want it that…shit, if a relationship isn’t working out, why not try something new? Just take a look around: we can Google anything and get a million responses in a second; we don’t have to suffer though fast-forwarding or commercials to hear the music we want since we now have 10,000 songs on our iPod that we carry everywhere, we can jack-off to that steamy-scene in a movie by using chapter select on a DVD to get us to that scene before we even lose our hard-on; we can login to any one of a thousand dating sites and search so specifically about who we think we want that we forget about all the amazing people who we may not realize we want (the shitty Bonefish personality test is another perfect example of that).

These trends are everywhere, which is why I can’t blame my brother for feeling the way he does. I think he’s just like all of us who now find it so easy and tempting to do whatever it takes to end dissatisfaction as soon as possible; whether it be >> to the next song, clicking “no” to one e-match just to see the next, Ti-vo’ing through every commercial break while watching your favorite episode of Seinfeld, or, in this case, following through with a divorce and finding someone new in less time than it did to really decipher the problem in the first place.

So yeah. Our society is impatient, and really, just plain spoiled. I don’t think any of us, even those who “stop to smell the roses” are exempt. So many aspects of our lives unconsciously lean toward the quickest possible route. I’m not saying that people don’t suffer, because people do each and every day. But it’s the way people ease that suffering, rather than living and growing through it, that’s scary.

Alright. I have sufficiently rambled my way into a 1,300 word essay-long blog post extraordinare (or not). I apologize to any of you who fell asleep mid-read. I should probably go to sleep myself…so I guess I’ll wrap this up by saying (a) my internet is still out (b) that I will be going to bed before 3 am for the first time in 4 days (c) Paul, if you read this, I still love you very much...and (d) goodnight. Oh, and (e) please comment on this, if you’d like.