though she tried her best to help me

Gay sheep in The New Yorker

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 04:26:39 GMT

SHEEPISH
by Paul Rudnick
Issue of 2007-02-12
Posted 2007-02-05

Charles Roselli set out to discover what makes some sheep gay. Then the news media and the blogosphere got hold of the story.
—The Times.

Enough already. I’m Troy, a gay sheep, and I’ll tell you the truth. Although I’m conflicted about calling myself a gay sheep, because I don’t like to think that my sexuality defines me; let’s just say that I’m a sheep who happens to be gay. Being gay is just a simple biological fact, like having a fleecy undercoat or bleating while you’re being shorn, or getting aroused whenever you see a bulky turtleneck sweater.

When I was growing up, I assumed that I’d be just like everybody else, and that someday I’d be bred with a ewe and slaughtered. But, of course, those other feelings were always there; even when I was only a few years old I would gaze at another male lamb and think about sharing a stall, with just enough hay and maybe a nice mid-century trough. I tried not to focus on my urges, and whenever my mom caught me rubbing up against the fence post that I called Skipper I’d pretend I had lice. But as the years went by I started to act on my desires, first with Ed, who was a ram, if you know what I mean. Later, I became involved with Rick, a sheep my own age, although after our encounters Rick would always claim that he was drunk on compost, and he’d butt me with his head and insist, “Dude, let’s go get us some mutton.”

Finally, my dad found me with Rick, and he flew into a blind rage, yelling that he had no son, and that if I was lucky I’d end up as a cheap Peruvian cardigan worn by a truck-stop hooker in Alaska. And so I ran away, and I went wild. I experimented with everyone and everything. Bulls. Mules. Duck, duck, goose. I found out exactly why they’re called the Three Little Pigs. Call me Old McDonald, because I had the farm. I even made some adult films, and maybe you’ve heard of them: “Wet Wool,” “Lassie, Come Here,” and the mega-selling “Hoof and Mouth.” Then, one morning, I woke up next to a horse, a hen, and an ear of corn—that’s right, all the food groups. And I was disgusted with myself. What was I, livestock?

And so I re-joined my flock, up on Brokeback. I didn’t expect to be accepted; I just needed some time to graze and grow. I had some terrific long talks with a wise old mountain goat, who told me, “Look, you can be anything you want to be—gay, straight, pashmina, whatever.” And I found my faith again, when I realized that, hey, there were sheep on the ark. There were sheep in the manger. And at the Last Supper there was stew.

At long last, I found the strength to come out to my family, my friends, and even my co-workers, to say right out loud, I’m Troy and I’m gay, but I hope that isn’t the most interesting thing about me. I’m just like you: I like to stand around in the rain and get caught in barbed wire and defecate while I’m asleep. And the amazing thing was—it was no big deal. Everyone nuzzled me, and my mom said that deep down she’d always known, and that she’d hoped that I’d grow up to be an artist or a performer or a cashmere crewneck. Of course, Little Bo Peep, my shepherdess, got a little teary at first. “Are you sure?” she wondered. “I mean, you’re so masculine.” And I informed her that being gay doesn’t mean you have to act like a hummingbird or a Chihuahua. And then she asked, very confidentially, “Is it true about Elsie the cow? And Ellen?” And I just rolled my eyes and said, “Darling.”

Right about then is when I met Doug. I saw him across the pasture, and I just knew. I assumed there’d be talk—he’s a black sheep. And, I’ll confess, I used the oldest line in the barn. I sidled right up to him and I said, “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any wool?” And he looked me right in the eye and murmured, “Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.” And I replied, “I can see that.” We’ve been together ever since, and we don’t care what anyone thinks. Because, baby, at the end of the day we’re all just animals.

LOVE

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 09:30:15 GMT

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 21:36:21 GMT

Coolin' so coolin' coolin' me
Coolin' so coolin' coolin' me
Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(Water coolin' me)

Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(Water coolin' me)

Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some water

Coolin' so coolin' coolin' me
Coolin' so coolin' coolin' me
Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(Water coolin' me)

Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(Drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some water

Water water water water water water
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now

Coolin' so cool coolin' me
Coolin' so cool coolin' me
(Drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin' so cool coolin' me
(Drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin' so cool coolin' me
(Drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin' so cool coolin' me
(Drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)

When the heat's got you down
Here's what you oughta
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(Coolin' so cool coolin' me)
Cool cool water
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(Coolin' so cool coolin' me)
Cool cool water

When the heat's got you down
Here's what you oughta
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(Coolin' so cool coolin' me)
Cool cool water
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(Coolin so cool coolin' me)
Cool cool water

Cool cool cool cool water water

In an ocean or in a glass
Cool water is such a gas

Coolin' so coolin' coolin' me

From the mountains on down to the sea
Cool water keeps on coolin' me
When the nights are too hot to keep cool
I keep on dreamin' 'bout a swimmin' pool

When I'm just too hot to move
Cool cool water is such a groove
In a shady spot when I'm layin' down
Only thing movin' are the ants on the ground

When I'm thirsty and I reach for a glass
Cool water tastes like such a gas
From the mountains on down to the sea
Cool cool water keeps on coolin' me
Cool cool water keeps on coolin' me
Get yourself in that cool cool water now
Cool cool water keeps on coolin' me
Cool cool water keeps on coolin' me

twenty-one

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 20:39:56 GMT

3 months from today.

you want to go for a ride?

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 20:51:48 GMT

no thanks.
no thanks...what does that mean?
i don't want to go.
go where?
on a ride.
a ride? hell, that's a good idea. okay, let's go.

PRETTY! PRETTY!

MYSPACE

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 21:41:45 GMT

1. "NEW PICS" bulletins are fucking desperate and sad.

2. Don't throw up gang signs in your user pictures.

(f.y.i. actual gangsters don't have myspaces, sorry)

3. Don't flash gang signs anywhere, at all, end of story.

4. List bands that don't really exist in your profile, it's cool.

5. myspace is not real life.

6. If you've ever posted a "myspace is shutting down" bulletin, i fucking hate you, and your entire family. If you honestly took your time to re-post something for fear of having your precious myspace deleted, then i've probably lost all respect for you, and you should look into getting a life...

7. Slideshow's, 2+ video's on a page, and "insane graphics", do not make you look cool. They make you annoying. And yes, i hate you.

8. If you highly exploit the idea that you've ever smoked marijuana before, with every other word on your page, and "sick pics of ur BONG" then check yourself. Realize that you've based your entire image around being less intelligent than most.

9. School pictures, sports team pictures, and pictures of your friends, without you in them, are all things that nobody gives a crap about. And deep down inside, you've known that all along.

10. You should probably question your sexuality if you take more pictures of yourself, than anything else in your camera...

11. "i don't really watch tv" = LIAR

12. "i don't really read" = BUSH SUPPORTER

13. If you list anyone who's ever appeared on MTV's Trl, in your heroes section, then you need to drive your goddamn jetta away from the mall, and go to a fucking library. Now.

14. myspace is not real life.

15. If you die, before deleting your myspace, it will be up as long as anyone else's is.

16. If you die, because of your myspace being deleted, i lack sympathy for you. This is not the stock market. If Tom dies, and you label the upcoming drama "the great depression", i will strongly consider hunting your family pet..

17. Myspace has made Tila Tequila a genuine low-level celebrity... honestly, think about that...

18. Posting the same bulletin 3 times in a row is never an accident, and is only idiotic. It should grant you a free punch in the throat.

19. myspace is not real life

20. comments;

a. "thnx 4 the add" is not a comment... it's a message

b."just showin' sum luv" is not a comment...it's a stupid message

c."oh my god, u were sooooo wasted last night at the show, i can't
believe u gave that creepy guy your number!!!!" is not a comment, it's a sad attempt to exploit the lesser known fact that you might possibly have a non-internet social life.

d. promoting your band or website, is not a comment, it's lame...

21. straight guys flexing with their shirts off are not straight

22. friendster was not "back in the day"

23. Nobody wants to watch the "So Crazy In Love" video everytime they look at your page.

24. No one wants to watch the "So Crazy In Love" video, period.

25. Posting a comment such as "yum, ur hawtt," or "damn, ur hella fine" underneath a decent-looking girl's picture is not going to get you laid... ever.

26. Myspace is not real life.

27. You're never going get to a free I-Pod, with no strings attached ever... sorry.

28. "Cool New People"...according to who?

29. You never actually "only made one to look at other peoples". It's a lie, and a crappy one at that.

30. Listing your city/location with the word "baby!!" after it, is not appealing...

31. NeIthEr iZ WrItInG LyKe ThIs 0r +h!$. (if you've ever done that, ever, even "in like 7th grade", i will never have sex with you.)

32. If you use the terms: "scenesters, hardcore kids, electro-clashers, or punx, or write the abbreviation HxC, sXe, even in the sense that your making fun of the above listed, i hate you. i don't think you're cool, and i'd most likely like to pour Morton Salt in your eyelids..

Tom isn't going to delete you.
You're not going to die.
Your crush isn't going to notice you.
Something good will definitely NOT happen to you.
No kid's gonna show up at your bedside.
All the chain letters do is slow things down and cause Tom to have to put the site down for maintenance.

Why don't you pass THIS on!?

fresh

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 00:31:14 GMT

our two german shepherds are no match for this.

I AM IN LOVE:
the dyson animal

Tue, 28 Jun 2005 19:52:36 GMT

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye, Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy

Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better, I'll be better doc as soon as I am able

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival

disaster on a stick

Wed, 22 Jun 2005 23:41:36 GMT

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8321110/?GT1=6657

angels in america

Tue, 21 Jun 2005 04:34:26 GMT

prior: i'm ready for my close-up mr. demille. one wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently, but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing. like a rare bloom. a zebra orchid. one wants, but one so seldom gets what one wants, does one? no, one does not. one gets fucked...over. one dies at 30, robbed of decades of majesty-- fuck this shit! fuck this shit. i look like a corpse. a corpsette. oh, my queen. you know you've hit rock-bottom when even drag is a drag.

harper: are...who are you?

prior: who are you?

harper: what are you doing in my hallucination?

prior: i'm not in you're hallucination, you're in my dream.

harper: you're wearing make-up.

prior: so are you.

harper: but you're a man!

prior: ahh! my hands and feet give it away.

harper: there must be some mistake here. i don't recognize you. are you my...some sort of imaginary friend?

prior: no! aren't you too old to have imaginary friends?

harper: i have emotional problems. i took too many pills. why are you wearing make-up?

prior: i was in the process of applying the face trying to make myself feel better. i swiped the new fall colours at the clinique counter at macy's.

harper: you stole these?

prior: i was out of cash. it was an emotional emergency.

harper: joe will be so angry. i promised him no more pills.

prior: these pills you keep alluding to--

harper: valium. i take valium, lots of valium.

prior: and you're dancing as fast as you can.

harper: i'm not addicted. i dont believe in addiction, and i nev-- well, i never drink and i never take drugs.

prior: well, smell you, nancy drew!

harper: except valium...

prior: except valium in wee fistfulls.

harper: it's terrible, mormons are not supposed to be addicted to anything. i'm a mormon.

prior: i'm a homosexual.

harper: oh. in my church we don't believe in homosexuals.

prior: in my church we don't believe in mormons.

harper: what church do-- oh i get it. i don't understand this. if i didn't ever see you before and...i don't think i did, then i don't think you should be here in this hallucination. because...in my experience, the mind - which is where hallucinations come from, shouldn't be able to make up anything that wasn't there to start with. it didn't enter it from experience from the real world. imagination can't create anything new, can it? it only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions. am i making sense right now?

prior: given the circumstances, yes.

harper: so when we think we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfullness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. nothing unknown is knowable. don't you think it's depressing?

prior: the limitations of the imagination?

harper: yes.

prior: it's something you learn after your second theme party - it's all been done before.

harper: the world, finite. terribly, terribly...well, this is the most depressing hallucination i ever had.

prior: apologies, i do try to be amusing.

harper: oh, well don't apologize. you've...i can't expect someone who's really sick to entertain me.

prior: how on earth did you know?

harper: oh, that happens. this is the very threshold of revelation sometimes. you can see things. how sick you are. do you see anything about me?

prior: yes.

harper: what?

prior: you are amazingly unhappy.

harper: oh, big deal. you meet a valium addict and figure out she's unhappy? that doesn't count, of course. something else...something surprising?

prior: something surprising?

harper: yes.

prior: your husband's a homo.

harper: oh, ridiculous! really?

prior: threshold of revelation.

harper: well, i don't like your revelations. i don't think you intuit well at all. joe's a very normal man. oh god. oh god. do homos take, like, lots of long walks?

prior: yes, we do. in stretch pants with lavender coifs. i just looked at you and there was--

harper: a sort of blue streak of recognition--

prior: yes!

harper: like you knew me incredibly well.

prior: yes.

harper: yes. i have to go now, get back. something just...fell apart. oh god. i feel so sad.

prior: i know. i'm sorry. i usually say, "fuck the truth," but mostly the truth fucks you.

harper: i see something else about you.

prior: oh?

harper: deep inside you, there's a part of you, the most inner part entirely free of disease. i can see that.

prior: is that...that isn't true.

harper: threshold of revelation.

prior: people come and go so strangely here! i don't think there's any uninfected part of me. my heart is pumping polluted blood. i feel dirty.

jeorb.

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 22:16:41 GMT

sooooo who wants to see nine inch nails at the hollywood bowl?

ME.

today i said, "well, i'm gonna proceed..."
and danny thought i said, "well, im gonna eat pussy..."
i think i need to work on my e-nun-ci-ation. actually, nah, not really.

finalmente

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 21:51:10 GMT

6 months from TODAY i will be 21.

by this time tomorrow i will be enjoying brian eno's "another day on earth."
.

move a muscle

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 02:53:36 GMT

Freudian Inventory Results

Oral (43%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence knowing when to accept help and when to do things on your own.
Anal (40%) you appear to have a good balance of self control and spontaneity, order and chaos, variety and selectivity.
Phallic (66%) you appear to have issues with controlling your sexual desires and possibly fidelity.
Latency (60%) you appear to have a good balance of abstract knowledge seeking and practicality, dealing with real world responsibilities while still cultivating your abstract and creative faculties and interests.
Genital (63%) you appear to have a progressive and openminded outlook on life unbeholden to regressive forces like traditional authority and convention.

Take Free Freudian Inventory Test
personality tests by similarminds.com

never gets old.

Fri, 27 May 2005 23:18:21 GMT

No... wire... hangers! What's wire hangers doing in this closet when I told you: no wire hangers EVER? I work and work 'til I'm half-dead, and I hear people saying, "She's getting old." And what do I get? A daughter... who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her... as she cares about me! What's wire hangers doing in this closet? Answer me! I buy you beautiful dresses, and you treat them like they were some dishrag. You do! Three hundred dollar dress on a wire hanger! We'll see how many you've got if they're hidden somewhere. We'll see... we'll see. Get out of that bed! All of this is coming out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! You got any more? We're gonna see how many wire hangers you've got in your closet. Wire hangers, why? Why? Christina, get out of that bed! Get out of that bed! You live in the most beautiful house in Brentwood and you don't care if your clothes are stretched out from wire hangers. And your room looks like some two-dollar-a-week furnished room in some two-bit back street town in Okalahoma! Get up! Get up! Clean up this mess!

Fri, 27 May 2005 21:49:59 GMT

MindMap

that's my soda pop!

Thu, 19 May 2005 03:49:02 GMT

ohh, this afternoon was nice.

i went to jon's, and after a stop by the verizon offices we made our way to the farmer's market in whittier. high as kites we stumbled to rocky cola cafe for dinner. ate, popped some quarters in the jukebox, then strolled through the market and came upon funnel cake. tubular. and i bought enough kettle corn to last me the rest of my life. we left and drove through the hills, and it was fucking gorgeous. i can feel summer coming on. it's times like those i wish i had a digi. after lots of traffic we went to hot java and bought pride tickets. yes. the rest of the week is going to be fanTAStic.

guffaw

Wed, 11 May 2005 14:40:51 GMT

Haughty Intellectual
You are 57% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant.

You are the Haughty Intellectual. You are a very rational person, emphasizing logic over emotion, and you are also rather arrogant and self-aggrandizing. You probably think of yourself as an intellectual, and you would like everyone to know it. Not only that, but you also tend to look down on others, thinking yourself better than them. You could possibly have an unhealthy obsession with yourself as well, thus causing everyone to hate you for being such an elitist twat. On top of all that, you are also introverted and gentle. This means that you are just a quiet thinker who wants fame and recognition, in all likelihood. Rather lacking in emotion, introspective, gentle, and arrogant, you are most certainly a Haughty Intellectual! And, most likely, you will never achieve the recognition or fame you so desire! Sweet!

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.

4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Schoolyard Bully. (Bullies like to beat up nerds, after all.)

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Braggart, the Hand-Raiser, and the Robot.

If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

The other personality types:

The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 38% on Rationality

You scored higher than 45% on Extroversion

You scored higher than 47% on Brutality

You scored higher than 65% on Arrogance

Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid

eh...

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

revengeanceful

Sat, 07 May 2005 23:52:44 GMT

dear stop sign,

you are a stop sign and i am a cinder block. therefore i think we should break up. i hope we can still be friends.

love always,
cinder block

Tue, 03 May 2005 21:54:12 GMT

i'm imagining your frame
every angle
and every plane
i'm imagining your smell
the one that mingled with mine
once upon a time
thoughts of you
are picketing my brain
they refuse
to work such long hours without rest
in unstable conditions at best
you know they're out there every day
holding up their signs
and thoughts of no other girl but you
could possibly get through
the picket lines
to enter into my mind

i'm imagining your laugh again
the one you save for your family
and your very
close
friends
i'm imagining the way you say my name
i don't know when
i'm going to hear it again
my friends can't tell
my laughter from my cries
someone tell this photograph of you
to let go of my eyes

i'm imagining your frame
i'm imagining your smell
i'm imagining your laugh again
and the way you say my name

most of us have more shaaaame than pride

Mon, 02 May 2005 18:31:36 GMT

the new episode of the l word got me all psyched for pride. i didn't go last year- this year...it's on.

travelingsoldier

Mon, 02 May 2005 14:14:07 GMT

nothing adverse happens when you are prepared.

mmkay.

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 21:09:50 GMT

Your Linguistic Profile:

55% General American English

20% Yankee

15% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

today i didn't even have to use my AK...

Tue, 12 Apr 2005 08:03:50 GMT

+ writing in the park
+ spending time w/ one of my little sisters and scoring an ipod (PINK?!)
+ playing with the cutest bulldog puppy ever created
+ hangin' with papa (chin up)
+ a spontaneous bbq
+ coronas and steak
+ bliss
- waking up groggy at 11pm with a paper to write
+ finished it in 30 minutes! (i'm pro.)

...i've got to say it was a good day.

bewaretheidesofmarch

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 08:34:51 GMT

one more day of bullshit midterms and spring vacation is here. ahh. i started celebration a little early tonight with patrick. we drank and danced our way over to homo base. adam was there and we gossiped for a little while. when a boy's makeup is done better than mine it makes me feel funny.

i cant believe my little brother is going to be in the mr. ram pageant at millikan tomorrow. hah, "little brother." he'll be turning 18 in a couple of months. weeeeird. anyway, ill be there like a nice big sister to cheer and whoop and all that great stuff. maybe jon and ondee will come along? either way, it should be entertaining.

sleepy time.

so ya thought ya might like to go to the show

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 04:48:29 GMT

jon and i went and saw "the wall" at the bay theater in seal beach tonight. the sound wasn't that great, but it was still cool to see it on the big screen like that, and i still got goosebumps. good deal.

now i have to go study for mid-terms. this week is going to be a little crazy.
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