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…Logan!

It was in the library today where this all took place. I was in the newsroom getting ready to do the morning broadcast when I heard “someone” talking to a group of my friend about a party next weekend.

She started going over the names of people who were going to be there. And she said “yeah, I was just going to invite everyone to bring their ‘suffigant other’ to the party, but we had a problem…. Logan would bring his boyfriend and no one wants to see what’d they’d do.”

I was shaking I was so mad.  If it weren’t for Cunningham and the other people, I would’ve went off on her.

I could understand it a little better if my boyfriend and I were disgustingly slutty or just plain slutty. But we’re not. Another thing, it’s not her place to even tell who’s going to be invited and not invited. It’s not her fucking party.

Grr.

*end vent*

…Logan

I’ve been working my ass off the last week or so on my Parson’s application. I haven’t gotten an interview with McBride and my time is quickly fading away. I’ve pretty much finished the site. I’m no where near completion on my collections.

Over the last day or so, I’ve been heavily debating with myself about early admission. This means finishing four academic credits in the next 4 months, pretty much impossible. But that’s not why, I have willing teachers who want to get me in. I have to finish around 21 full-size garment sketches for my collections in the next 10 days or so, again pretty much impossible. But that’s not why either, it’s feasable if I put my mind to it. I have a creative and rather mind-boggling admissions essay to complete by the 1st, definatly impossible on top of finishing my collections. But that–again–not why, I could use my favourite and most thought provoking peice and write about it.  I have to find $100,000 to pay for tutition, woah. But that’s not why, I can apply for grants or get a student tutition loan.

The reason why is because of a couple of people. Namely, Mary. I’m going to miss her. I think I realized how heavy of an impact it’s going to be not to walk down the field to recieve my diploma with my peers. Or not going to my graduation party. Or not attending my senior prom. Or [maybe] not cheering in the 07-08 Powder Puff game.  Or not watching my senior year Homecoming game. Or not spending countless days in the work room of the library with my friends goofing off.

It’s not what I have to do, it’s what I’m going to be leaving behind. I’m fully able to acomplish my goals. But am I fully able to leave my simpleton, Alabamian life for a fast-paced, Yankee life without the closeness of my best friend? Sure, I’ll have my boyfriend–whom I love dearly–but he isn’t Mary. I haven’t known him for 10-odd years, he doesn’t know all of my deep down secrets, he hasn’t been with me through my coming out or other times associated with that.  Maybe in another year. When I’m better prepared and ready to move on and out of Alabama. Maybe.

<3!Logan

In June 2006, Google released the beta–meaning it’s the first release of a computer program and will have continious updates and many bugs that will be found by users to be fixed–version of Google Checkout. Google Checkout is a pioneering way to shop online. You shop and add items to you Google Checkout shopping cart and when you’re ready to checkout, Google Checkout uses the financial and contact information you provided to pay for your items. The store never sees your information [except, of course, shipping information].

According to the Arstechnica article, many customers have been complaining giving Google Checkout a ‘Fair’ or ‘Poor’ rating 18% percent of the time.

The way I see it, the press shouldn’t be so harsh on Google Checkout just because of the bugs and such that rittle the service. The main complaint is the delays in the actual process time of the checkouts. These delays are caused by the anti-fraud review performed on transactions. In a PC World article from August 2006: “[Google Checkout users] applaud antifraud efforts, users of this high-profile service…say Google needs to speed up the review proces…” This is the whole point of the beta software, to find and fix bugs.

Although, I can also see where the press is coming from by critizing Google. Unlike Gmail–Google’s highly rated, high profile e-mail service–when they allowed only randomly invited and member invited users to join the service to assist with bug reports and such, Google jumped the gun with Google Checkout. It gained 6% of the market share against their rival PayPal in less than 6 months with the use of numerous promotions.

Google Checkout has also been complimented by many people saying without the checkout delay, the service would end up killing it’s rival PayPal. It’s a matter of opinion. I don’t plan on using the service anytime soon.

I’m stressed right now, since the fall semester deadline is February 1st. So, I walk into the library this afternoon and was like “God, I’m so tired,” and pretty much fell into the chair.

My friend was like “…What are you so tired for?”

I was like “All this college stuff. I’m ready to get it over with.”

She was like “…Do you think you can really make it? You think too big…”

That started 3 people acousting me for dreaming me. How shitty is that? I don’t see them out there trying to conquire their dreams.

I understand that maybe this is a big dream. But it’s something I want to do. They decided to go “well, last month you wanted to go and live in London… Is this just another dream like that?” Yeah, last month I wanted to go London, before I knew I could get into Parson’s early and graduate at 21. And I still want to go and live in London after I graduate.

I know this is just a huge baby-ish rant, but my God, give me some credit.

<3!Logan

The sales pitch/presentation focused on Monster’s MonsterCampus.com and FastWeb websites and programs. It wouldn’t have bothered me if the packet of information they gave us didn’t include a large, full-page advertisement from each of the “endorsers” and she ended the program with “And I’d like to thank all of our endorsers…”, followed by each of the endorsers and a slogan.

Giving Monster the benefit of the doubt, I visited their MonsterCampus.com. I shouldn’t have. At the top of the page, a link: “Information for Advertisers.” [Wayback Archival].

Put your brand directly into the hands of over 1 million high school and college-bound teens.

You’ll reach a large, targeted, captive teen audience with our guaranteed hand-to-student delivery.

Build your customer database by leveraging highly targeted, qualified leads captured in real-time during the FastWeb registration process.

That’s a sample of the information found for advertisers. By the looks of the Wayback Machine, MonsterCampus.com just a way for Monster to make money, and for advertisers to “reach their target audience.” Just search the Wayback Machine for “www.monstercompus.com” and look at the version for May 27th, 2003. You’ll see what I’m talking about.

If I didn’t know better, many of these member schools have a financial incentive to allow the “Making It Count” program to be presented. It’s no different than drink and snack machines.

Those machines, operated mainly by PepsiCo [our's is anyway], gives the school a 25-cent kickback. “Oh, twenty-five cents is nothing to be blabbering about commercialism,” you say. Oh? Consider this, it’s estimated that 30% of our students [that's 240, thanks] purchase either a beverage or a snack daily. That’s $60 a day, $300 a week, $15000 per year.  That’s not bad for just allowing PepsiCo to put drink machines [plastered with their name and logo] in our school.

I remember my elementary school years, back 10 years ago, I was intrigued by the sheer majesties of the “Surge” advertisement posted in the “snack building”–a portable shop used to house our drink and snack machines. The bottle was contoured, the drink was energizing and sweet, and the name was just awesome. The advertisement drew me to it. Although, as high schoolers, we’re not as apt to choose a beverage by the look and name, but we’re still vulnerable to such commercialism.

I don’t see the point of commercialism in school. It leads to unnecessary spending of our parents’ money. No matter how necessary it may seem.

Yes, finally. I’m moving the blog. But I’m defiantly going to miss the WordPress.com infrastructure. It’s brought quite a few visitors to my lil blog and new friends from other corners of the world.

Anyway, my blog will be moving to www.alittledistraction.net.

If you’re subscribed by Feedster, you’ll still be subscribed and will not need to do anything… How awesome, right? ^_~

<3!Logan

I’ve finally recovered slightly from laughing so hard at this article I found on The Onion. It is a Christmas-themed article, but still… It’s funny as hell.

If you love/hate it, comment. I thought it was so fucking funny. Oh, that reminds me, if you’re sensative to course language… Don’t read this.

Dear child, I saw you masturbating!

And it hasn’t been just once either! Oh, no! Santa’s seen you at least twice splashing away in the bathtub, three times in the attic with one of your mother’s old art-history books, and more times than even he can count spread out like a stunned partridge on that beanbag chair of yours!

Why, old Santa might just have a heart attack if he popped out your chimney on that cold winter’s night and, instead of milk and cookies, found his dear little pen pal shamefully hunched over the family computer.

The entire article is quoted after the jump. [Click "More" to... continue reading. ^_~]

<3!Logan

Season’s greetings from your old friend Santa! My, oh, my, only 12 nights left until Christmas Eve! Things are getting so close now, we can hardly contain ourselves here at the North Pole. And from the looks of it, my young friend, we’re not the only ones set to burst! Why, Jolly Old Saint Nick hasn’t seen a Yule log this lit in ages!

Now, don’t be shy. You know what Santa’s talking about. You just couldn’t wait to open your present this year, could you? Ho, ho, ho! Dear child, I saw you masturbating!

And it hasn’t been just once either! Oh, no! Santa’s seen you at least twice splashing away in the bathtub, three times in the attic with one of your mother’s old art-history books, and more times than even he can count spread out like a stunned partridge on that beanbag chair of yours!

Why, old Santa might just have a heart attack if he popped out your chimney on that cold winter’s night and, instead of milk and cookies, found his dear little pen pal shamefully hunched over the family computer.

Oh, what a naughty, prolific rascal you’ve been!

You see, dear lad, Santa’s been keeping a list. Just like the one you keep in your head of all your favorite classmates. The one you’ve checked so much more than twice. Except when Santa thinks about his list, he doesn’t rub his crotch feverishly against the smooth contours of his writing desk. Ho, ho, ho!

I see you when you’re sleeping, child, and I know when you’re awake. And, believe it or not, I even know when you’re just pretending to sleep, but really have your rosy palms down the front of your britches.

Yes, I suppose you could say old Kris Kringle knows everything there is to know. Well, not everything. You did teach me a thing or two about scented body wash! Ho, ho, ho!

Tell me now, what do you want Santa to bring you this year? A bright red bicycle? Some fun new board games? Or should I just have the elves wrap up a fresh batch of those satin pillows you enjoy straddling so much? Or maybe St. Nick shouldn’t bring you anything at all this Christmas. After all, Mrs. Claus knitted you a special pair of socks last year, and just look what became of those!

Oh, what ever happened to that sweet, freckle-faced angel we all loved so much? Such a bright little youngster, so good to your mommy and daddy, and quick to make friends. Now all you seem to want to do is play by yourself for hours on end. It makes everyone here at my workshop very, very sad. Why the reindeer haven’t been able to keep down their feed since hearing about how you slap yourself around. And Mrs. Claus, do you know what she did when she found out? She cried. She cried for the first time in almost 700 years.

Where before we enjoyed visions of gumdrops and candy canes, now we see you, once so dear to us all, kneeling against a plastic chair, spitting on two fingers, and putting them lordy knows where.

I must say, the sights you conjure up while you lie in your bed have even Santa Claus scratching his head. I doubt any of the high-school cheerleaders have ever even set foot inside a boiler room before, never mind done anything like that!

And other things—other terrible, frightful things. If your outlandish fantasies didn’t make me quake with disgust, I’d say you were the most creative child in the world.

Is it Clara? Is that who you think about when you rub yourself raw? Ho, ho, ho! Why she doesn’t even know your name, dear child! You didn’t really think you had a chance with her, did you? A pretty girl like that? But your face—it’s covered in pockmarks, for goodness sake!

Don’t cry now, little one. I’m sure some of the Barbie dolls you steal from your sister’s room find you very attractive. I bet they hardly even notice your embarrassing stutter, or that pungent and sickly body odor of yours. Or even how pathetic you really are, my child. What a sad, lonely, feeble little shit you are, and how your life—your wretched little life—will be filled with failure after failure, both personal and professional, until the stench of disappointment and heartbreak grows so strong that you’ll barely be able to breathe.

Well, it looks old Santa has to get back to work! Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night—except you, you sick little fuck!

© 2005 by The Onion. Used without premisssion.
Article Link. Posted December 12, 2005.

It’s getting late, I should be asleep. Well, nearly asleep. Around this time is when Siri and I go to sleep. Tonight’s the second night of this week we haven’t fallen asleep together. It saddens me, really. Sunday night I forgot my charger atLeigh’s and my mom was like “You need to conserve your battery, so turn off your cell.” Blah, so I did. I was knocked out by my sleep meds but he said he didn’t go to bed until 3a. =[ Then, today: my mom heard me up talking to Siri last night and I couldn't wake up this morning or something so it's obvious that my staying up late was the culprit. Her solution is to take away my cellphone at night. GROOOOOOVY. I felt like crying.

Tonight, I really noticed how much I love Siri. I'm up late, can't sleep, and all I can think about is him. How much I want him beside me, how much I want to feel him, how much I want to be with him.

All of my other boyfriends [and girlfriends, believe it or not] have been 99% lust, 1% love. We should’ve been saying “I lust you” instead of “I love you.” Love is a strong word, and, gradually and albeit roughly, I’ve learned that. My last boyfriend cheated on me eight or more times [yes, I know, I'm stupid] but I lusted him so much that *wanted* it to work out.

Siri’s different. My first thought when I talk to him isn’t “OHH! Let’s fuck!” it’s more like “I love you.” Notice the rather stark difference in the two. =] I’ve never loved anyone like Siri. Ever.

My relationship with Siri has almost made me a virgin all over again. I’ve had so many firsts with Siri, it’s amazing. My first time feeling real love. Feeling über jealous [yeah... I know... I'm not perfect... Scareh]. Feeling empty without him. Feeling scared for him.

My last boyfriend and I talked on the telephone maybe eight times the almost *year* we went out. That would be less than once a month, if you count the ENTIRE year. It’s been almost a month, we’ve talked 24 out of 24 days. Even tonight and Sunday night. Everytime I talk to him, I get a rush of emotions. Love, nervousness, “happiness.” *coughs*

As mentioned a second ago, we’re about to have our one month anniversary. Friday, to be exact. Today, he was like “Y’know what Friday is?” and I was like “Anniversary?” He remembered. I was smiling so much. I don’t even know why. I guess it was how excited I was about him actually remembering our anniversary [since I've "reminded" him about the other 3. ^_~] or the fact he was the first boyfriend to ever remember an anniversary. Christina was the only person who remembered our anniversaries, just to throw that in there.

*sighs with happiness* He’s just amazing. In every way possible. He makes me happy. He makes me want to keep going. Isn’t it great when your friends notice your change in attitude? Mine have. Well, my sista, Mary, has. XD She said she noticed my being more happy and optimistic [Mary: right? >.>] after Siri and I began our relationship. I haven’t said this the way it was ment to be said before we were together: I love you, Sirius.

It’s really getting late. So, I guess I’m going to try to go to sleep without Siri. I haven’t taken my meds, but it’s too late. I’ll wake up more groggy than normal. I hope he sleeps okay tonight. =/

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAAAAAARY!

Ich liebe dich, Sirius. Auf weidersen.
<333!Logan[is_in_love]

I posted 5 new surveys to the thingie! Just to let you guys know.

They’re pretty interesting. I found all the quiz links on I Am Bored. It’s a really neat site that has links to quizes, viral videos, and games. =D Click the bannery buttony thing to go to I Am Bored.

<3!Logan