A New Blog For A New Day

Hey. This is my newest blog. A blog that no one knows about, and kinda won't find unless they dig deep. Well, I've made it easy for them to find it. So you'd have to be dumb to NOT find it. Anyway, might as well get to writing!

Just a little information about myself. My name is Joey, but I'm notorious for the name "Harris". I'm 18, turning 19 in 2 long months. I'm gay. That's really all the info I can pretty much remember. I have the best friends that a guy could ask for. They each get their own paragraphs! This is my paragraph, so wait! Haha. So anyway. Yes, I'm gay. I've been out of the closet for about a year and a half. My entire family knows, and to my knowledge they all accept me and love me for who I am. I have little to no discretion. If a great song comes on the radio or my iPod, I will not hesitate to sing at the TOP of my lungs, whether it be in the streets, on the train, or, at work. I LOVE to sing. It's my talent, my LIFE. I want to make it my career. I like to believe I have a good voice. Apparently it's true, because everyone has told me so. Haha. Another thing, I'm straight up. I don't sugarcoat ANYTHING. If I don't like you, you WILL know. Now if I don't, I may acknowledge you, and if you ask for a cigarette, I might give you one, because even though I don't like you, I'll talk to you. Now if I REALLY don't like you, I WILL NOT acknowledge you. I might even be a little cold. But it's who I am. I may be nice, but I'm a douchebag as well. Don't get on my bad side, I'll make you feel like shit. I never play fair in an argument. If I go at you, I'll get down and dirty. Now, if I LIKE you. Well, it's very good if I like you. Also, easy. Because I like everyone. I like people. It's hard to get on my bad side. So, even though I am a bastard, I'm generous. I'll probably give you my last dollar for you to eat something. Haha. Unfortunately, I'm shallow. You gotta be REALLY hot/cute/handsome to get a shot at dating me. Joey HATES FGs. Remember that.

I live with my grandparents, whom I love to death, even though they tend to get a little rough sometimes. Even though than can be tough, they give me all the freedom in the world. I have tremendous love for my brothers, Anthony and Peter. Anthony. He's 20 years old. I couldn't ask for a better brother. He was born with Cerebral Palsy, making him unable to walk, sit on his own, and a LOT of other things. But he's a bright, loving, and wonderful guy and it makes up for his lack of mobility tenfold. I love him with every single fiber of my heart. Peter. He's 15, making me the middle child. He's...well...he's my brother. Like him or hate him, I gotta love him. Even though we have our altercations here and there, I'll always love the little bastard. My father and stepmother live up the block from me. My biological mom kinda disappeared 8 years ago. I have the best parents in the universe. That's really all I can say about this. Haha.

On to my amazing friends!

First, Liza. Oh MAN! I call her tons of things. "Baby girl", "My love", "Boo". But the one that I know her for is, "Lizzie Boo". She is quite possibly one of the BEST friends I, and anyone else, can have. She is my "ride to die chick", and I love her so much. She is basically me in girl form, I like to think. She is also my conscience. Every time I am about to do something wrong, I hear in my head, "What are you doing, baby boy? You know it's wrong!" Or if I'm doing something stupid, I'll hear, "You're a dick. Stop.". She is the Karen to my Jack. She's my 2nd half. I'd do anything for that girl. We are so tight, we got matching tattoos! A treble clef with our first initials under it. I got "JL" under mine, she got "LJ" under hers. Now, no matter how far we are, I'll always have her around! We share some of the best moments and jokes with each other! And she's the ONLY one I would drink with, as I trust her with my life. I love her to DEATH and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Love you, Lizzie Boo.

Next, Christine. Christine is the light of my life. She's my good side. I'll go to her if I need sound advice, or just a quirky pick-up or ditsy song to pick me up. She's smart as HELL, so much that her brain is a dangerous weapon. To me, anyway. She would be the Grace to my Will. (We are all fans of Will and Grace.) I say this because we have a 4 year history. We became best friends, then we got together and STOOD together for 9 months. I loved her to death, but we fought worse than a dog and cat, which was the demise of the relationship, but we are still the best of friends. Another girl that I'd die for. Don't know where I'd be without her. We share some of the greatest moments with each other. "What are the properties of that right triangle?" Insider! She's my crazy side as well. She has a bit more discretion than me, but when we find a duet song we both love, we'll just sing at the top of our lungs and laugh afterward. I can always count on her. And for some reason, no matter how bony my shoulder is, you'd find her leaning on it for hours. Good memories and sore shoulders. Love you, Christine!

Last, but most DEFINITELY not least. Alan. This paragraph is gonna be LOOOONG. Well what can I say? He's just an amazing person. This boy is just...perfect in my eyes. We have been through a LOT in 2 years. When I met him in Italian, I never thought asking him for the homework would turn into something so wonderful. The first year was a bit...well rocky. We have a history with each other. I've made out with the boy, I've had my first (actual) erm...sexual escapades with him. I've liked him for about 1 1/2 of the years I've known him. Currently, I must say I'm truly in love with him. Not because we did anything with each other. But because he's just him. I love his smile, voice, laughter, sense of style, sense of humor, we have EVERY SINGLE THING POSSIBLE in common, with a few minor details. I can go on for hours just telling you how awesome he is. He's by far, the most handsome boy I've ever met. But alas, he doesn't feel the same way for me. But it's cool. He considers me his "Number one best friend", and I'm more than ecstatic to have the title. Even besides all the rocky details, we NEVER EVER fight. Never. He's an amazing friend, and I'm truly, truly grateful to have him in my life, even if he's not with me. I've always said my friendship comes before relationship. I would do anything for him. I cherish his friendship like it's my own life. There is truly no other boy like him. I love him with all my heart and hope I have him forever on. I love you, Alli! (I don't really care if he sees this, either. Partially because I'm tired of hiding things. So if you read this, indulge. I think you're amazing, Alli. Deal with it. Hahahaha.)

Okay, what to write now....

Ahh. American Idol. If you don't know already, I've tried out. The process....total bullshit. It's totally and utterly rigged. Here's what happened. It was a 3 day process. 2 days were for registration, and 1 day for auditions. So I go to Registration Day 1. No line, nothing. We just went inside, I got a fancy red wristband, and my aunt and little cousin got nifty white ones, and we got seating tickets. Red ones are for contestants, white ones for guests. then Audition day. Audition day was horrible. We had to be there at 5:00 AM. We get there, and there is this ASS long line. I thought it was bullshit because we already had designated seating! Anyway, so we are in the back of this huge goddamn line, waiting to get in. Worst part is, it's RAINING horribly out. I have a shitty little plastic poncho protecting me(Which it didn't. I was fucking soaked.) The wait was about 4 hours. We finally get into the stadium. Auditions were held in Boston in Gillette Stadium. We take our seats, which were, OF COURSE, in an open roof stadium, which meant MORE RAIN! YAY! T_T. Anyway, on registration day, they gave us a list, and on it, we had to learn the song "When I Grow Up" by Pussycat Dolls. While in the stadium, they made us say some stupid lines, and sing the song. And then wait some more. We waiting in our seats for another 3 hours. Finally, my section was called, because they were going by section. I get up and get ready to audition. There were 13 tents in a row. One of the tents weren't open, so it was 12. After talking to a few people that have been through this process more than once, I learned that the tents are different. There are tents that only accept the good singers, tents that only accept the bad singers, tents that accept everyone, and tents that accept NO ONE. I get up to a tent. They made us audition in groups of 4. They have one person step up, sing, step back, and do this for all 4. Then they bring up all 4 and tell them 1 of 2 things. Either, "We are interested in having you in this competition." or "Sorry, but you're just not what this competition is looking for." So I go up and sing "I Believe I Can Fly" by R. Kelly. (Probably shouldn't have sang that particular song...) and then they bring us up, and give us the dreaded line, "Sorry, but you're not what this competition is looking for." So I go out where they direct me. I look around for my aunt, and find her NOWHERE. I get lost for an hour, but eventually, I find her and go home. So yea, American Idol. Totally rigged. I wouldn't do it again. Well...maybe I would. Whenever it comes.

Okay what's next to discuss... I know.

My love life! Because everyone wants to know my past loves! Well I've been with a few girls and guys. Girls being Kristie, Christine, and Sammy. Kristie was my first girlfriend. It was sorta accidental, considering I was drunk when I asked her out. But yea, she was a pot head, an alcoholic, and a crazy mofo. I did like her, but after like a month, she went AWOL on me, only to find out a week later that she cheated on me with 2 other guys. So yea, ended well...>.>. My next and longest relationship was with Christine. 9 months. As you read in a previous paragraph, we were AWESOME in the first few months, but things got rocky, and we broke up because we fought too much. Then after her I came out of the closet as bisexual, and met a girl named Sammy. She was really pretty and I seemed to like her, as she liked me. We hit it off pretty well, and went strong for about 2 months. I broke up with her once, because of my feelings for Alan, as this was after I had done things with him. We got back together for maybe another month, and she ended it with me, and after that we stayed steady friends.

After Sammy, I became savvy of guys. I've had 4 boyfriends. Names being Robert, David, Jonathan, and another David. Robert was my first boyfriend. Unfortunately, distance was between us...thousands of miles, as I lived in NY and he lived in England. We met on a site called Facepunch Studios. He was really sweet, and awesome to talk to. We fell in "love" and talked on MSN for MONTHS, but eventually we strayed away from each other, and eventually just stopped talking. Next boyfriend was David. I met him on Myspace. David was a little on the young side...very young side. He told me he was 16, when he was 13. Very bad. But yea, we went on one date, to see Nick and Norahs Infinite Playlist. We made out for half of the movie. After that date, we talked online for a few months, and I found out he was 13, so I broke it off. Next on the list is Jonathan. I met him on Myspace, as well. He was my age and REALLY hot for a black guy. The first month was really awesome, but eventually he became silent and obsessive. He got mad everytime I didn't answer a text message, and when we were together, he NEVER talked, unless it was about sex or whatnot. I broke it off with him once, got back together, and then he ended it with me. C'est La Vie. The next and most recent boyfriend was David. We met on Facebook through some guy I made out with while I was drunk. He called me gorgeous and it was done. I liked him. He was actually one of the BETTER boyfriends I've had. We had a LOT in common. He kissed like a spartan. (If I knew what a spartan kissed like. I'm assuming a spartan would kiss AMAZINGLY.) He had a tongue ring that was ORGASMIC. He talked to me, we spoke on the phone a lot, on AIM, Facebook, and in person. He was awesome. But eventually, things got rocky, and I didn't Facebook him as much as he liked. He got really obsessive. We ironed it out and things became steady again. After like 2 weeks, he says, "I can see myself with you forever." Immediately I broke it off. So now, I'm single and waiting for my Prince Charming. Sooner or later, he'll come sweep me off my feet.

Hmm, so yea. I don't really have much else to say, so I'll go. Work in a few hours, so I'll write some more later. See ya!

Kisses for all!

- Joey