Sweet and Sour Wolf

I came home yesterday, which was a long day, to applause, provided by my boyfriend Dan. I can think of only one or two nicer things to come home to. Then he says, "I think you should go check your computer screen." Honestly, I was fearful. Did he find that infamous gapping asshole picture? Did he take a picture of his penis and put it as my background? My mind raced with ideas as I walked to my room. I reached for the mouse, grabbed it, and jiggled it ever so hesitantly. Then, in giant letters, filling the entire screen, Dan had written "I love Kyle Wolf! Love Dan." It may be the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me. Good guy.

Oh yeah, and Ryan is a good guy too. I was taking a leak the other morning, and as I was looking at the toilet, and my penis, all of a sudden his shaving cream fell into the bowl. Thankfully it didn't splash me. I continued peeing on it, until my bladder was empty. Then I used a plastic bag and grabbed it out of the pee/water mixture. Pretty graphic. I felt/feel really bad, but it wasn't like I touched it or the shelf at all, because, let's face it, I had both hands holding my gigantic penis at the appropriate angle to hit inside of the bowl. Despite what you may have heard, it is a two hand job. Ryan was very understanding, and I appreciated that. What an odd moment it was for me though because I was still half asleep and it felt almost like a dream or I was watching it happen to someone else.

Dan made cookies yesterday, and I ate some...I didn't want it to turn into the whole Halloween candy "help yourself" fiasco.

Last not I had three dreams that felt so real that when they woke me up I couldn't believe it was a dream at all. All three involved sex and I woke up with three enormous erections. Erections so big that they woke me up. People broke into our house and I slept through it! Erections so big I had trouble falling back asleep because I couldn't lay on my stomach. These were big fucking erections. I guess you can figure out some of the things I've been dwelling upon lately. These were three very specific dream sequences. Very odd. But I can't understate the amount of hardened dick that occurred from all three dreams. My dick was hard enough to nail a screw into a 2X4. Yeah that's right, a screw!

In completely and totally unrelated news, I swear:

If I have stopped communicating with you, why do you look at my journal? Say for example, I blocked your screen name, why would you use your sister's name to read my stupid journal and see what I am up to? Just an hypothetical example. I speak specifically to those of you who I may still be having trouble dealing with, and seeing you check up on me only makes it that much harder. Now I understand that you may not care about me and how I feel (although you must if you take the time to read about me, but anyway) please stop. I have enough shit I'm going through and trying to figure out to not keep having these feelings coming back and complicating my life more. Of course, maybe you enjoy the fact that I am not happy, and you like to read about it. Whatever the case is, I'm not going to do anything about it. I know when it happens and I know when it doesn't happen. I'm just sick of caring about it and I want it to be completely over so I can keep trying to move on. But whatever, I'm just going to start rambling more, so I'll quit now.


In completely and totally unrelated news, I swear:

I think I may have figured out love. I need more time, but that'll be most likely my next post.


Random:

Take some time out of your day and find out what an IP Address is.

Difficult Takes A Day, Impossible Takes A Week

Today was my last day at my first placement of Student Teaching. It was sad leaving a lot of the students who I bonded with. A lot of them really liked me and I gave them attention that they didn't get at home. I got a lot of hugs and some nice comments on a "Good Luck" card that was passed around. I even had a male student give me a hug, it was one of those pat the back hugs, but it was a hug nonetheless. The one guy I really bonded with is the oldest of his siblings, has a mother who is mentally retarded, no dad at home (making this 13 year old the most mature person in his household), and was also one of the top 5 smartest kids I worked with on a daily basis, wrote something particularly nice to me. Then there are the few students who I want to wear a ski-mask and go there and beat the fuck out of...I'm going to be such a good teacher. Oh, and on Wednesday a student called me "sexy." I was wearing my glasses, I took them off, brushed my eyebrows, and as I looked up, I saw here mouth "he's so sexy." I thought she was talking about someone else, but then a girl next to her asked "who?" and she said "Mr. Wolf." Now if I could only get girls over 13 to think that.


In music news I bought a handful of CDs:

Coheed and Cambria - Really good album. My second favorite of theirs.

The Bled - I have only listened to it once, but it already is keeping me interested.

With Honor - Really good hardcore. Sort of like Comeback Kid. Group vocals and shouting, not screaming.

Thrice - This album is amazing. I bought the special edition and the extra booklet has commentary on every song by the band members, along with lots of extra commentaries about the album. I eat it up. I highly recommend this album.

Weerd Science - The drummer from Coheed's rap project. It is amazing. Check him out at purevolume.com

Speaking of purevolume, I have about 5 raps currently rotating in and out of purevolume (I can only have 3 up at a time). I put my freestyle rap in response to Kris's bullshit to a beat and that'll be up soon, along with a new one I layed down just today. If you go to www.purevolume.com/stylezdwolf and click on "Bio" I have one written, and if I ever get good digital pictures I will put them up too. Get the word out on Stylez D. Spread that shit out.


I bought a new watch on Monday. It is fucking awesome. It isn't digital, but it has a digital phoenix rising in the background, behind the hands. It is real cool. All my students got a big kick out of it. When we were looking at watches, Ryan wanted to look at one that came in a pink tin, so as he asked the female employee to see it, I said "This is the only time he has ever showed any interest in a pink box." I think it may have been the funniest thing I have ever said.


Last Saturday I got home from work and I just said to Dan, "Dude, we cannot stay in on another weekend night, he have to go and do something." So we went to this bar and it was just awful. Crowded with a bunch of douchebag dudes, loud music and expensive beer. All we did was bitch about how pathetic we are, but then we really bonded and it turned out to be a wonderful night. I know that shit sounds corny, but it was a really good time. Dan's a good friend.


Work continues to go well. I like Media Play a lot.


Random:

Get Stylez D. out there!!!

Ungaggable

Last Wednesday I went and saw "Waiting." I scored some free passes for a pre-screening and Greg, Dan, Ryan, and Mario went. The movie is hilarious. If you are looking for a lot of laughs I recommend it. They gave us free posters, which were rolled up in like a tube, and through out the evening Dan and I made much poster tube to dick touching. We'd put the tube on the other's crotch and hum, so it would vibrate. No wonder we can't get girlfriends. I also tried to break out into song again, but to no avail. No one wants to back me up. After the movie we came home and watched Lost on DVR, which is fucking awesome. Both Lost and DVR, that is. It was a good day.

On Thursday, I woke up, drove to the Hyatt and read my paper that I won the essay contest with. Well, I didn't read it, but summarized it and took questions. It would have been ridiculous for all three of the winners to read their entire papers and still had time for questions. I had some good questions asked of me and some good discussions followed. It was a very good experience. I spent the rest of the day at workshops and eating free food. Then I went to Cole's with some Social Studies people and that was nice as well. It is always nice to catch up. All in all, it was a good day.

Friday I gave out a test at school, and we had shortened periods for a pep rally. Holy shit, this was practically anarchy. The school is three floors, and each floor has a color, and depending on where your homeroom is, is what color you are. I am on the "red floor." The school was selling the different color shirts and at least 90 % of the students bought them. I'[ve never seen school spirit like that. So I had my red shirt on and as I'd monitor the halls in between classes the kids were just yelling at one another to get get off their floors and shit. I was surprised no fights broke out. Then at the actually pep rally kids were running up on stage, throwing shit, and just going nuts. It was quite an experience. Then I went to work and that was rather unproductive.

On Saturday I went to the fancy ass banquet for the "Association for the Study of African-American Life and History" where I was to receive my scholarship. I get there, and I am the only one not wearing a suit jacket, of course. Not only do I stick out for being one of 4 white people in the entire room, but I don't have a jacket on. Then they sit us at the head, elevated table in front of everyone. The food was absoultely amazing. Probably the second or third fanciest meal I have ever eaten. Then when I got my award I gave a little thank you, and got the biggest laugh of the night. I said "I'd also like to thank the essay judges, for recognizing my brillance." Then there was deafening silence, as over 200 black intellectuals just stared blankly at me, a drop of sweat rolls down my brow, then uproarious laughter commenced for a good 30 seconds, and as the laughter died I lend in to the microphone and said "even if it was only third place brillance" and more laughter followed. Fuck the money, I got all the robot intellectuals to finally laugh at me, after trying all day. That is what I thought about as I walked out of the Hyatt. Then on the ride home I decided to use my money to buy some nicer clothes, a little Szweda advice. Maybe a nic epair of jeans or two, instead of the worn ones I have been wearing for over 4 years. Maybe a couple nice shirts and a new watch. We'll see. I'm sure I'll buy some CDs and movies too though. Maybe try to get a date. Who knows? Oh yeah, and I saw Lauren, who works at the Hyatt. That was random and extremely cool. I was walking out of the lobby and I looked over and there she was at the counter. It was really nice catching up with her.

Yesterday I went to the Bills game with a lot of my family and that was a lot of fun. They won. Saw a guy run across the field and then get tackled by security. It was awesome.


Random:

Dan is not a pussy. He is a good guy, I wish he would just talk to me so I could tell him I truly mean that. Dan, I'm sorry. Again, I don't really think you are a pussy. Please forgive me.