Music, Theatre, Performance in any way. Any type of art. I love it all. I like doing anything I can to keep me interested...clubbing, camping, driving around, theme parks, swimming, writing...
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The gay test
strait features
100 %
girl magnet (this could be a bad thing)
100 %
strait acting
83 %
gay moments
67 %
studliness
33 %
brokeback mountain FAG!!!!
6 %
I'd like to meet:
Real People... People who don't judge or label others, People who don't lie, Just real people. We only live once, so we might as well have fun doing it. I love people who are spontanius...Sane people who like to be crazy... I dont add random people who want a big number for their myspace friends... so sorry...cuz guess what i dont know you... and listing me as your friend would make you a FAKE!
^^^Ya... wouldnt mind meetin' him.....
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My Sean Cody Boys...
Music:
MUSICALSI Love all type of music. I have respect for anyone who has talent for music and keeps it as their passion.
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Movies:
MOVIES
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Television:
TV SHOWS
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Which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle are You?
Michelangelo
Awe YAH! You're the party dude! You enjoy goofing off and pulling pranks! Life's a beach! People NEED you in order to lighten up! Happiness isn't a destination, it's simply a way of life! You like games, sports, and many different activities involving showing off your skills! Does annoying your sisters and brothers count? Ehehe! You enjoy being the center of attention, the star of the show, and the known joker of the group! Gotta make 'em laugh!
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Books:
I haven't read a large collection of books, but thefew I haveread I really enjoyed. My favorite book by far is Catcher In The Rye. Here, However is a copy of my FAVORITE POEM EVER!!! To Santa Claus and Little Sisters...PLEASE READ IT...I promise you will not regret it...
TO SANTA CLAUS AND LITTLE SISTERS........Once,
On yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a poem,
And called it "Chops",
Because that was the name of his dog,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star,
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door,
And read it to all his aunts.
That was the year his sister was born,
With tiny toenails and no hair,
And Father Tracy took them to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus.
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a Christmas card
Signed with a row of x's.
And his father always tucked him in at night,
And he was always there to do it.
Once,
On white paper, with blue lines, he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of a season,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And told him to write more clearly.
And his mother didn’t hang it on the kitchen door
Because the door
Had just been painted.
That was the year his sister got glasses,
With black frames and thick lenses.
And the kids told him why father and mother
Kissed a lot,
And that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews,
And the girl around the block laughed
When he went to see Santa Claus at Macy’s.
And his father stopped tucking him in bed at night,
And got mad when he cried for him to.
Once,
On paper torn from his notebook, he wrote another poem,
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence",
Because that was the name of his grief
And that’s what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it on the door
Because he never let her see it.
That year he found his sister necking on the back porch
And his parents never kissed, or even smiled.
And he forgot how the end of the "Apostle’s Creed" went,
And Father Tracy died.
And the girl around the block wore too much make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her,
But he kissed her anyway.
Once,
At 3 a.m., he tucked himself in bed,
His father snoring soundly.
He tried another poem, on the back of a pack of matches,
And he called it "absolutely nothing"
Because that’s what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door,
Because he couldn’t reach the kitchen.
Written by-Anonymous (written by a 15-year-old boy
two years before he committed suicide)
Heroes:
As far as Heroes, Real life Heroes are my friends who have made a postive impact on my life. Made me look at life a different way or appreciate it that much more. To name them all would be rediculous but here are a few... Jarge, Kenny, Ryan, Dayna, Danielle, Les, Tish, "Mom and Pops", Angela, Kristi, Phillip, Meagan, Jon, Nick, Sarah, Moy and Melissa in no particular order
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Those you save lives everyday; Firefighters, Medics and Troops overseas and in harms way who defend this shit-hole of a country... You are all heroes...
I also wanna send my last Hero shout out for those who are unknown. People with troubling lives that go unnoticed. People who keep themselves strong through hardships and strife without anyone around to help take their hand. Know, that you are hero's to yourself and to me. Stay strong and if you ever need anything... call me... I am here for you
