Reice Raudry

Also known as Cameron to unwanted solicitors. I've known him since mid-2007, I believe. I officially met him through Jordan, but we actually became friends when he started working with me at Starbucks. In a lot of ways, he's my first real friend. He knew me solely as being gay whereas everyone before him knew me as the person who went from having a serious boyfriend to dating girls. He is a complete grammar whore and I love him for that because I try harder to speak to him more correctly than anyone else. Not that I don't speak well normally, but with him I go the extra distance to make sure I've added hyphens and such.

We've both watched each other in basically every single relationship we've ever experienced. I'm happy to say he's finally found someone worth his while. Worthy of him. He will treat Richard better than Richard's ever been treated, without a doubt. And I truly believe Richard will do the same. As with most people, Reice has chosen douchebags in the past (couldn't really put that nicely) and he's finally made his way through the dark! Like Jurica said, Richard doesn't drink the Dallas water; therefore, he's already better.

Since 2007, Reice has tremendously matured as a person. As have I, hopefully. As we continue to grow older, I hope we always remain friends. Before him, gay guys scared me because I thought they were all really judgmental and hated lesbians. Not that some aren't that way, but he's definitely not and he's helped a lot of his gay friends see that as well.

One day (quite soon), he and I will conceive millions of babies and spread our love all over the world and into the far galaxies of Jesus' kingdom!!!!!!!

In his words: that is all.

Currently Reading

Um yeah,

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

"The only trouble was, Church, even the Catholic Church, didn't take up the whole of your life. No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world."

The one time I've been proud to be a Warrior

Martin High School Lip Dub 2010 from Tricia Regalado on Vimeo.

Remember, Remember

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Decisions, Decisions

Which hotel should I stay in?

A seemingly simple self-request

I would stop chewing my nails if I could. And when I say chew my nails, I mean my nails and the skin around them. I have gone through so many boxes of Band-Aids it's not even funny. I can't decide whether I have an oral fixation or if I'm just super-anxious all the time. I'm sure it's a little bit of both, as with all my self-assessments. I've done it since I can remember. I stopped for like a month about a year and a half ago. I went with my mom to the spa at the Gaylord Texan and the lady there laughed when I said I wanted french tips 'cause my nails were so weak and short. I was proud of them, though.

My addiction to nail-biting/finger-chewing has helped me realize the true meaning of "I would if I could." Life concepts don't always have to come from big, traumatic events.

Well, it's a little traumatic since Band-Aids are involved.

Extra! Extra!

I cannot stand celebrity news shows. I used to watch them because they were entertaining but I've since come to the conclusion that they are just straight-up creepy. I feel like celebrities must think the entire American population is obsessive over them when really, we aren't. These shows, magazines, blogs, etc. are just a minute form of entertainment. Access Hollywood gets high ratings because it comes on right before Glee. People Magazine has a zillion subscribers so that we can have pictures to look at while we wait for our dentist appointment. We're not really interested. It just passes the time between one event to the next.

I'm not saying that I wouldn't think it cool if I saw a famous person at the airport or something, but I wouldn't creep on them. The paparazzi give these bitches too much credit. It's sad they have to live their lives in seclusion because in reality, no one really cares about them (sans Michael Jackson, apparently). Hollywood has just created this bubble around them 'cause it's something to do. A distraction from their boring, monotonous lives.