Dance like it hurts.

I idolize the Rat Pack. I prefer listening to the Beatles on my record player. The best song to blast in your car stereo while driving is "Bohemian Rhapsody". I watch Dexter or Animal Planet (when I bother to watch TV). I am currently battling against my addictions. The addictions are winning.

I read Dilbert before I read any other comic in the newspaper. All I read in the newspaper is the comics. I'm one of those chick video gamers. Which means I play MarioKart and Drake&Josh and Brain Age and Quidditch World Cup and Super Smash Bros and and Sonic the Hedgehog and Dance Dance Revolution.

I make crude, politically incorrect comments on a regular basis because the world is too damn serious. I have a thing for Jews and Mormons. I blame Mel Brooks and Donny Osmond. I quote movies. A lot. I have at least one interest for every letter of the alphabet.

I only have anger issues when I drive. And then, I'm homicidal. I tend to focus all of my energy on one obsession at a time. Currently, it's Dexter and serial killers.

I have a speech impediment known as sarcasm. I was a paid livejournal user until the strikethrough/boldout nonsense. And since I have refused to give the company anymore of my money or submit myself to being "plussed" and covered in horrid ads from 6A douche sponsors.

I miss my 113 icons.

Friends Only, comment with a joke or a line from Blades of Glory to be added.

Just kidding. But funny commentary and inside jokes makes me like you more...

I'm so bored with school. Why do I do this? How on earth did I get as intelligent as I am with how lazy I am when it comes to schoolwork and an attempt at learning? Seriously, it's ridiculous. Why can't they just hand me my zoology degree as long as I promise to read up on mammal biology?

Today was one of those days at work that made me see the true, devastatingly evil nature of humanity. Some days I hate people.

And because that seems to be a seamless segue-way: I have developed two addictions within the past few days. One, to the Showtime program Dexter. I'm surprised it took me as long as it has to find out about this show. A) I've been fascinated by serial killers since I was 11. and B) This concept was exactly what I was trying to bring across in one of the screenplays I was working on - finding a way to empathize with a societal deemed monster because ironically his killing is cleaning the world. I'm so fucking weird.

The other addiction is currently to damned_ladies. You are made of awesome.

Plans this weekend for an immense amount of homework, and a rockin' free Beatles concert on Sunday. I am so excited. Also, KISS possibly coming in November. Dwight Yoakum at the Fresno Fair. Now all I need is to be offered a job in Australia and join a Blues Brothers cover band and life will be golden!

Ganked from horcrionebay and just because I'm curious:

iTunes meme:

Length of Songs: 44.9 days

Sort by Song Title:
FIRST: "A" You're Adorable - Dean Martin
LAST: 99 Problems - Jay-Z

Sort by Time:
SHORTEST SONG: And That's Gonna Be Track 1 - Kyle Cease (5 seconds)
Actual song: Her Majesty - The Beatles (23 seconds)
LONGEST SONG: Beyond The Sea - Robbie Williams (28:15 but only about 5 minutes of song)
Actual song: 2112 - Rush (20:34)

Sort by Album:
FIRST SONG: Revolution - Jim Sturgess (Across the Universe soundtrack)
LAST SONG: Something for Nothing - Rush (2112 album)

Top 10 Most Played Songs:
01. Brotherly Love Theme Song - Joey Lawrence (1527 times played)
02. Lost In Love - Air Supply (349)
03. Do You Remember? - Phil Collins (283)
04. Sad Eyes - Robert John (283)
05. Push It To The Limit - Corbin Bleu (237)
06. Separate Lives - Phil Collins (236)
07. Against All Odds - Genesis (224)
08. Something Happened on the Way to Heaven - Genesis (214)
09. I'd Really Love to See You Tonight - England Dan & John Ford Coley (206)
10. My Shiny Teeth and Me - Chip Skylark (205)

First 10 Songs that Come up On Shuffle:
01. The Twilight Zone - Rush
02. All Out of Love - Air Supply
03. Ain't No Sunshine - DMX
04. Butterfly (Anaconda Remix) from Dance Dance Revolution
05. Love on the Rocks - Sara Bareilles
06. I Don't Care If The Sun Don't Shine - Dean Martin
07. Chains - The Beatles
08. I Love Rock and Roll - Joan Jett
09. Summer Wind - Michael Bolton
10. Tell Me Lies - Fleetwood Mac

Search...
“Sex” : 27
“Love” : 705
“You” : 728
“Death” : 3
“Hate” : 5
“Wish” : 13

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Oh, wow. I'm a nerd. And yes, I do listen to Michael Bolton. :p

Oh god. School starts tomorrow. And for once I'm taking more than one class this semester. And what sucks even more is I won't have a Sarah to share my classes and sarcasm with. Boo. I am looking forward to tennis, strangely enough.

Quantum Leap is far too addicting. And I think I've fallen in love with Jason Segel. Which spurred a random purchase of the complete series of Freaks and Geeks (of which I have yet to actually see). Also the purchase of a hilariously awesome shirt from the awesome creator of Yu+Me=Dream.

I finally reached the point I needed to reach. Only took six months and cruelty I wasn't ever expecting. But every cloud has a silver lining, no? Hah. It's good though. I'm officially done. Currently have three plans in my head, but we shall see which one I actually pursue.

I have two hundred more pages and less than a week to finish the Time Traveler's Wife before I go see it. And with school starting, I highly doubt I will reach that goal. It probably doesn't help I'm reading two other books as well. Damn my ADD.

And my brain is officially not paying attention, damn you Scott Bakula and your awesomeness! XD!

Feel like death, thank you, mr. cold. My best friends at the moment are walgreen's brand day and nyquil, vicks tissues, and an obscene amount of orange juice.

I downloaded a virus about a month ago and my sad little laptop had to be wiped. I failed to back anything up. I suck.

Renewed the lease at the apartment for six more months (thank you full time hours and raise) and will hopefully relocate to a house in January. Which will probably be good. I think the upstairs neighbors attempted to murder each other last night.

I find I have a bizarre addiction to Animal Planet and the travel channel. Mostly It's Me or the Dog and Man v. Food.

Plans to visit a psychic spiritual church seminar thing in the near future, not to mention whatever other adventures I can attempt. Hot air ballooning, white river rafting, and yeh. The brain is now broken. Also not looking forward to Fall semester. I need to stop procrastinating if I ever want to get my degree, but I really do hate school.

P.S. And if you read this, I didn't realize that our relationship was so unhealthy, nor did I consider myself emotionally abusive. Of course, being the person pegged as the abuser, I suppose I wouldn't, would I? I am sorry you felt that way. I am sorry that any insecurities and fears came across in such a negative manner. I guess I'm just sorry, not that it really matters any more.

Time for nyquil induced sleep before I awaken for eight more hours of data entry type work to make me go all cross eyed.

No, I did not watch it. I kept my internet browser up and refreshed constantly until I found out all of the winners. So, why did I not watch it?

Because when Brokeback Mountain lost best picture I vowed to never ever watch the awards again.

But, I'm kind of regretting it. No, not for the apparently awesome acceptance speeches made by Sean Penn and Dustin Lance Black. Not because there is buzz about Hugh Jackman's hosting abilities.

No, I am regretting it because apparently there was clip with James Franco and Seth Rogen reviewing the Best Picture nods in a very Pineapple Express kind of way, and I MISSED IT.

So, seriously, if anyone finds that clip, please please please direct me to it.

Also, I still refuse to see Slumdog Millionaire.

EDIT FOUND IT.

OMG SO FUNNY.

Purchased and just finished watching High School Musical 3 right now. I squealed, I laughed, I cried. I'm a 25 year old person whom, in the past, never really had a predilection for anything bubblegum pop related, but for some reason, absolutely adores this particular Disney franchise.

"Why?" You may ask. Well, it's simple. Or maybe not so simple.

In a world filled with hatred, violence, racist cartoons poorly presented as political satire, and just negativity in general; sometimes it's nice to be immersed in a world where the biggest problem is telling your friends about a musical you've auditioned for, or which college you can or cannot decide to go to. Where love, no matter how corn-ball and cliche it is, will overcome all obstacles. That even places as separatist as American high schools, can overcome the strict clique barriers and all be friends, all find some sort of common ground.

Yes, it's banal, trite, surrealistic, the music is appalling, the storyline is hackneyed at best, and it's absolute proof that the people at Disney are convinced that the average tween/teen is completely unaware of reality. But, at the end of the ridiculously long and cringe-worthy list, these movies and songs make me smile. Make me want to be the all American teenager, even though I'm in my mid-twenties and from Britain.

"Why?" is the question: "Because it's damn fun." is the answer.

Or maybe it's because there are a lot of pretty people, with awesome dancing, and lots of sparkles. XD!

Okay, I'm done.

P.S. (RE: the cartoon) I'm totally with you on this one Rev. Al Sharpton.

P.P.S. I am in love with Keith Olbermann.

As the obsession progresses. I finished the book (and it's the first book I've finished since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows). I check google and youtube several times a day to see if there are any updated news posts or videos. I've watched and read everything on the intarwebs that has to do with this movie.

So, I will apologize to bre and jerr now. The second I find out it is in a theatre that is a less than eight hour drive from here, you are both being dragged. Probably separately because I'll want to watch it more than once.

And that is all this post has to say...

Happy Inauguration Day America!!

No more Bush!

I remember reading about this four years ago. Thinking this would be an absolutely amazing movie, but doubtful it would get made.

Well, it fucking DID.



I have NEVER been this excited for a film. No, not even Brokeback. OR Blades of Glory.

Way to combine four things I fucking adore. Jim Carrey. Ewan McGregor. Gay action. And comedy. FUCK YES.

( Cut in case anyone thinks this is spoilerish KISS ACTION )

Seeing as I neglected to do it last year; a meme started by someone who no one appears to know.

Take the first sentence from the first entry of every month:

January: I never really thought I'd be the sort of person to feel saddened at the death of a celebrity.

February: So, the girlfriend told me about snapeybot.

March: Two years ago today.

April: Soap Opera addiction that knows no bounds.

May: The California Supreme Court announced today their overturning of the ban on gay marriage in California.

June: Change is everywhere.

July: (I never made a single post in July? FTW!)

August: New apartment is still kind of unpacked, but it's incredible how much at home I feel.

September: Saw Tropic Thunder and Hamlet 2.

October: I don't know how, but I managed to convince the girlfriend AND the best friend to accompany me to the midnight showing of High School Musical 3.

November: Firstly, I want to say, if you did not vote and were, by all rights, capable of doing so, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BITCH.

December: Prop 8: The Musical.

And what have we learned from this post boys and girls? Chesca loves fragmented sentences WAY too much. This year I resolve to be nicer to the girlfriend; try and write full sentences; finish the 8 million books I have been intending to; actually finish nanowrimo; finish the three screenplays I've been intending; go out of town at least six times; go to Disneyland; get the boondocks saints tattoo; and audition for Hairspray.

Merry New Year and all that jazz.

Are you fucking kidding me?.

Goddamn George Bush. Because a black man got elected, you've got to get as many close-minded and hate mongering laws in before he takes over? Fucker.

Is it Jan 20th yet?

Girlfriend's younger sister commandeered a Milk poster from the movie theatre for me. I am watching Milk for the bazillionth time. I am extremely excited that a community for the film has FINALLY been made (harvey_milk.) Oh, and I adore the new icons I nicked from the awesome dancy_dreamer.

I really do love this film. I am sad that I received the e-mail for the candle light vigil being held here in Harvey's memory a couple of hours too late. This movie makes me long for the days of fighting for equal rights. I think I'm too cynical and sarcastic to go back to it.

p.s. Hottest kiss.

do any of you eljayers have a twitter as well? i think i prefer it to livejournal actually.

Milk came to Fresno yesterday on my birthday. Who could ask for a better present than that?

( The post watching obligatory review is behind this cut, it is not going to be too long or detailed or really a review, but it is cut for those who may deem anything I say as spoilerish )

I think the number one thing I left the movie theatre thinking was, Harvey Milk was the catalyst for all of the basic equal rights an openly gay person these days is not deprived of. I am an openly gay employee at a children's hospital who is not discriminated against or have to fear losing my job because of Harvey Milk. I guess I never realized just how significant that is.

We might not have the right to marry, but we have come so far. We no longer have to fear being persecuted for being queer. Losing our job or being refused service at a shop because of being gay. This world is a lot more tolerant and understanding. So, thank you, Harvey.

Prop 8: The Musical

I really can't say more than that.

Watch it if you haven't seen it. It = Amazing.

Tuesday at work was insane. It starts off with this mother, looking like a gang banger and sporting raiders gear, freaking out at Rosa, because she asked the question we always have to ask: "Would you like to sign a consent form that will allow someone else over the age of 18 to bring in your son/daughter to their follow up visits if you are unable to do so?"

Mom flips. Starts cussing her out because "that was a fucking insult". Later, they get roomed, with a warning given to the back office. All seems to have calmed down, but apparently, when the doctor went in and attempted to look at the patient's broken limb, mom flipped. We could hear this woman screaming and swearing all the way from the back. Security and a social worker are called. Mom then threatens the doc, and the police are called. She is removed from the premises and the patient is discharged with recommendations for following up with a different location.

Shortly after this, a mother and father have a full on custody battle in our waiting room. Dad is screaming at mom, "YOU ARE NOT HER MOTHER! I AM HER FATHER! YOU ARE NOT TAKING HER BACK THERE!" The social worker isn't going anywhere. Security is again called.

And apparently, after I left work that day, another incident occurred with a mother crying and freaking out and security having to be called again. I work at a children's hospital. Not Fresno Community. WTF?

The most interesting fact? All three of these families that had these incidents, were roomed in exam room 6. We are all convinced that it is now cursed. Jokes were made about exorcisms and holy water, and then I saw this on the way to a meeting with the office manager:



Hah. I love my co-workers.

Also. I am extremely excited for Milk.
I don't think I'm going to accomplish NanoWrimo this year. But I'm still currently 4500 words better than last year.
I hate my English class and can't wait for the damn semester to be over.
Wall-e is the cutest movie of all time.
Thanksgiving was nice.
I lost The Beatles version of monopoly last night because a certain best friend is an evil crediter.
Currently watching Hannibal, not sure why. It's the worst movie ever made.
I can't wait for President Bush to get booted out of the White House.
Brother is doing swell in San Fran and made us homemade chicken pot pies last night. Yummmm.

P.S. I love my new icon. Made by hoddmimirswoods and inspired by this advert:



I DARE YOU to not fall in love with this boy after that.

So, you remember my last post? My self righteous rant about this civil rights issue not being related at all to the Black Civil Rights Movement? Yeh.

According to Marriage Equality USA:

"Subject to an emergency appeal, marriage clerks in California have had to put up the "straight-only" signs at their counters."

Yeh. Strike that last entry.

I am officially PISSED OFF.

This is no longer about us getting equal rights even if that means having different names anymore. Fuck that. If I want to marry my girlfriend, then I want the fucking RIGHT to.

Firstly, I want to say, if you did not vote and were, by all rights, capable of doing so, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BITCH.

Okay, now that I've gotten that off of my chest. All everyone appears to be talking about is the "injustice" of Proposition 8's passing. As though this country didn't just make history in voting the first African American president in a landslide election.

Anyway, being in a monogamous, lesbian relationship, I am well aware of what this means. Gay marriage is now banned according to this country's constitution. And not to say it isn't endearing to see outrage on behalf of the queer citizens, but I have to say this:

The ban on gay marriage IS NOT LIKE THE BLACK CIVIL RIGHT'S MOVEMENT. It is not. Yes, there are slight similarities, in the fact that there is ONE right that homosexual persons do not share with heterosexuals. Thus, banning a basic human right for certain human's because of something they cannot help.

BUT.

We have never not had the right to vote because we're gay. We have never been forced to be segregated in restaurants, movie theatres, buses, schools - because we're gay. We have never not been permitted into certain grocery stores or libraries because we're gay. We have never been forced to drink out of a separate water fountain because we're gay.

I'm not trying to anger anyone. Everyone has their right to be annoyed, hell, even outraged and pissed over the results of the proposition. But did anyone notice the drastic difference to the original proposition back in 2000? Proposition 8 only passed at 52 percent. So, only a TINY bit more than half of the people who bothered to vote on November 4th were against gay marriage. In 2000, the votes were 4 to 1 against gay marriage. It's a beautiful thing how far we have come over the years and continue to do so. And I'll be honest, I have faith in the new President elect. Yes, gay marriage may not be legal or recognized in California, but perhaps there can be a compromise. Who knows?

I mean, if all we REALLY want, is the EXACT same rights as a married couple - if we get them, are we really going to care if it's not called marriage? Don't get me wrong, I am a little annoyed, but more saddened by these results, but am I surprised? Not really.

That's all I have to say about that.

P.S. Barack Obama is the 44th President of the United States. Fucking awesome.

Holy fuck. Nano starts tomorrow. I'm not ready. I need another month.

P.S. For The Office watchers, I'm totally being Dwight for Halloween. XD! If it turns out well, there will be pictures.

Happy Halloween.