Glue

I did a very long wedgie cam session which was both painful and exciting... the boxers didn’t rip but I enjoyed it. Actually I can’t ruin anymore clothes... I met this cool guy Jamal, and he was just one of those guys you want to do stuff for on cam. Anyway, I needed up pouring glue inside my boxers... and I of course forgot they were boxers so it all went straight through and all over the floor. I cleaned up, but I ruined the black boxer briefs, my Pajama pants and a cool Hanes undershirt. A lot of clothes for just one night. I later took a fully clothed bath to see if I could save them... but it was useless. Now the two pairs of black underwear look like if I had cummed uncontrollably... and I’m too ashamed to leave them to the maid to wash ^^ so they are stashed under my bed for now... maybe I should just throw them away…

(18 days late)

**Interview**

So for communications class, i got to be interviewed... thought i might post the answers: My first inteview as an author, lol

**Since when and why did you decide to start writing?**

I don't remember exactly... Writing has been something I've done most of my life. I suppose I had a lot to say and nobody to say it to, hence my need to express my feelings in whatever way I found nearest—most of the time, that was a book. The blog officially started in 2002, and that was the turning point for me, where I began to do it with some sort of discipline.

**What kind of writing have you done, and what has inspired you to carry it out?**

I've experimented with various forms: articles, short stories, children's stories, some poetry, prose, and especially inner reflections. I've explored different types of novels—romantic, suspense—a mixture of everything. I wrote what I wanted, what interested me, and what made me happy.

As for my inspiration, I guess it comes from everything that I have not experienced yet. Yes, it's something weird, but I think I experiment with things there that I couldn't live otherwise. Of course, I have based some stuff on experience, but I focus on new realities where you can experience new things or usual things more intensely.

**Which do you feel is your most successful novel, story, or poem?**

What a cruel question... Evaluating self-success is quite different from what society or others consider a success. The writing I received the most praise for was a critical essay on structuralist doctrine. Others have complimented me on an article I published in the school magazine to commemorate its 350th anniversary. For me, undoubtedly, the first chapter of a novella, which has been in production for about three years, seems like the best thing I've written so far, although very few people have read it.

**What have people said about your writings?**

Sharing what you've written can be exciting sometimes because I want people to read it and say, "Wow... I didn't know you could do this." However, this only happened when I was in school. I had teachers who really gave me wings and seemed to believe I had some talent. However, now... there is no longer anyone to show my work to. The system is different; I'm no longer seen as a talented child but as another young hopeful.

**Have you received any awards for your writings?**

Well, no. The truth is, I don't think I've reached the point where my work is worthy of competing with others. I have to polish my style and work on the message I want to convey. Also, an important factor is that most of what I write is in English, so it doesn't really belong to my literary surroundings and therefore is not easy to share with people.

**Name five brief works of yours, mentioning the importance of each.**

1. **The Life and Times of N***** I**s**: The first novel in what I hope will be a long series of novels. I wrote it over three years, and it is a rather complex story that has evolved so much that it is difficult to follow the pace. This book, along with all its sequels, will be the most important work of my life.

2. **Mikey's Torment**: A short story I posted online in a forum. It concerns a child who suffers serious abuse at school. It's a very sad story narrated by the "bad guy," so it's a fairly interesting story for me. It helps me explore the dark side within me.

3. **Metaphorae**: This is my diary, where I have everything I've felt and thought during the last five years or more. It is precious to me. Sometimes I think it needs to be edited and could be material for publication, but I guess all writers feel that way about their work.

4. **The Adventures of Perencejito**: This is what I wrote for my 8-year-old sister and concerns the adventures of Perencejito, a chibolin (this is his kind). It's a work that I have been told could easily be published.

5. **Book of Shadows**: A little project that deals with philosophy and spirituality, which are among my passions. Does magic exist? Does God exist? A small theory is developed from Descartes, the ontological concepts of Heraclitus and Parmenides, and Boolean logic. It is a work full of flaws and mistakes and still lacks a lot, maybe too much, to be read by anyone besides me. But the project is important to me.

Any Other Weekend

So, it's another weekend after all… The main PC is still messed up; it just won't start up. Even my dad says it's lost forever, but there really isn't any money to buy another one. Man, this sucks. Now the only working computer is this one located in my room, so I'll have my room invaded almost constantly from now on.

Well, to prove this hasn't been a complete waste, I bought a new pair of jeans at Conn Tennis. They are really cute, and I'll be wearing them tomorrow to my grandma's (isn't that sad?). Anyway, here's a pic of the jeans:

And even cooler than the jeans, I got NEW JLU action figures! There were three of the latest three-packs available, and I chose the Lex Luthor, Copperhead, and Mirror Master one. :P They are so cool... Let me show them to you:

- Here's the three-pack: :P Finally, I have Lex!

- Here's Mirror Master vs. Flash.

- Here's Lex vs. Supes.

- And since I don't know who's Copperhead's nemesis, I just paired him with Wonder Woman... I like her. :P

- And the deadly Luthor-Brainiac alliance...

- Finally, with their fellow villains. ^^

Anyway, I keep messing up things with my online contacts. Yeah, I've rarely discussed them in my journals. They are almost always so insignificant. But lately, I've come to realize that these insignificant contacts are actually the only people in my life. Yes, I'm a lonely, very lonely person. And these days without a computer made me reflect on how important they are starting to be.

Now, I would like to make a list of all the contacts I have had contact with, but I don't remember half of them. I guess for now, I will talk about the most important ones.

**Alan:** Oh yeah, Alan, you man, you changed my life. We only talked for a couple of months, and I was a snob. But you did it. Then one day you disappeared… What happened to you? You came to me in an email that said "I will be your friend" in its subject. You seemed like salvation, and you contacted me after reading my journal. Unbelievable, you believed I was going to make it.

**Monica:** Oh Monica, you were Alan's friend. You taught me everything about email correspondence... I still suck at it, but we talked a lot over a decent amount of time. I bet you are still loaded with work.

**Jayson O'Ralley:** Ha, yeah, I bet you don't even know who I am. I saw your site, all the versions of it, and I got a crush on you. I should have continued the emails; instant messaging totally sucked, and I was never capable of showing you who I was. You are still the sweetest gay boy ever, you are so proud... I want to be you, man.

**Alan 2:** I don't remember your name, but you always reminded me of Alan. Well, I really hope we never meet again... I lied to you so much. You were a great guy, but you talked with a character I made up. You treated me like shit and enjoyed it enormously. Man, how you humiliated me was just awesome. Actually, you helped me enormously. The problem was when I fell in love with you, and you didn't know me; I was someone else for you.

**Fundude or Ricky:** Sorry man, I never learned your name. You were the only wedgie contact I carried along to my new account, but well, we just talked out. You did awesome wedgies; I still remember the hanging one in red briefs… and if you got thinner, I bet you look really hot.

**Elektra:** Oh Elektra, I know you will never read this, but you are the coolest girl I've talked to. I'd be so in love with you if we had met in real life. I tell you things I've never told a girl, and you accept me as I am. It's awesome. You also have the sweetest smile. I want a picture of you, but I'm too shy to ask.

**And of course, Rogue:** I am your journal, and it's only fair you end up in mine. ;) What can I say? We are so alike... I know I could fall in love so easily it scares the hell out of me. (Remember I got a crush on a guy just for his site... now imagine if we also exchange emails). Man, the things you make me say... I've posted them in my journals and forgot about them after, but telling them to someone in an email and getting feedback is just something I've only done with you.

Wow, and there are still so many people: Takiskashy (or however it's spelled), you rock, girl! Mr. Wedgie, we only talked twice, but still a pleasure. Curt... man, the best wedgies on a cam.

There was a time

There was a time when god would talk to me in the bus on my way to school, there was a time where my guardian angel would sit by my bed and take my hand after crying myself to sleep, there was a time were my soul mate came to talk to me in a completely white room in my dreams.

There were times were I knew that what I wrote in my journal was something that was going to be worth remembering, there was a time when I knew that I was treat for other people to discover. Life is no longer like that... it hasn’t been in a long, long time.

Why I’m doing that? Well... I guess I feel the need of filling up the internet with my everyday life. And I’ve been inspired, inspired in another journal, I think I’m getting kind of addicted to it.  And this time I do know the owner... 

So, my life so far is still the same... it just sucks. I wish I could say it in a prettier way, I’m sick, I’m so sick... I have finally come to the point of my life, when I know I’m sick, I know I’m not sane... 

(12 days late)