He's baaaaaaaaaack!!!

It has been a loooong time since I've had the opportunity to write here. I'm sure you'll forgive me when you see what I've been up to.

Last time I posted, I might've fibbed. Chris and I were about to head on a trip to Ohio, where we surprised Katie (and Kat, no less!) To help with the surprise, I posted about how nothing was going on and how dull my life was.
And you all believed that?????? God, it's like you don't know me at all. :P

Anyhow, so we went to Ohio with his mother to visit his family and to see Katie and Kat. On the trip, he asked me to stop go go dancing -- and, yes, I have. Color me whipped, I guess. We also began to set up the ways we would stay in touch while I was out here -- World of Warcraft accounts (yesss, we're geeks, try not to be too ashamed of me). He also gave me a webcam. And of course, we have phones.

Anyways, we got back and immediately I began to prepare for my return to Pennsylvania for school -- which was merely days away. My Aunt Susan and Uncle Robert also came to RI for a visit in the same few days. I saw them one day, which was a day spent with Chris as well -- and thne I was off.

I got pulled over on my way to PA in New Jersey. I won't go into too much detail, but I owe $240 dollars for my speeding ticket. And -- strangely enough -- my financial situation isn't terrible so I'm not really worried about it.

The really terrible things started happening when I got to Pennsylvania. See, I had planned to live in this in-law apartment four blocks away from campus. When I got to PA they informed me that their property had been put up for sale and that I could met on a month-to-month basis. I was like "Uhhhh....no" and began my trek as a hobo, bouncing first from Jess' apartment to Nicole's apartment, to Jason's couch, to finally getting a place with Carl and Damon! I'm back in the apartment complex I lived in with Katie last school year, but with each of us paying a third of the rent it works out to be a pretty good deal.

I started classes as a hobo, so getting into the swing of things has been pretty difficult. We're still moving in. Chris came this weekend to visit, which was good because this distance thing has been incredibly difficult for us both on top of all of this. He left today.

So, now you're all caught up!!! :)

"You're a dreamer, dreaming's what you do"

So, before I update you all on my life in general...I want to tell you about my accident.

You see, I was downloading music and I accidentally downloaded "Sorry's Not Good Enough" by McFly. I've never heard any of McFly's music before, although I've heard of the bad.
As it turns out, I love it.

So, that's my accident.

So, the weekend I was predicting turned out to be a little more out-of-the ordinary than I thought it would.
So, Thursday morning Kat, Katie, and I went to Philly to pick up Katie's sister. Then, it was off to NYC to pick up more of her family. We met with Kat's boss at Punchline Magazine, an enterprise which I think has officially made her the most successful (career-wise) of my college friends to date. I mean, she just graduated and she has two paying gigs for e-zines. Bravo, bravo! (If you want to read her latest article, an interview with Jon Reep, you can see it here.)

Following that, we split up. Katie and Kat headed off to see the Colbert Report, for which they had V.I.P tickets. I headed off across Central Park to meet up with my friends Chris and David. We went to get coffee, and while we did that David got a phone call about a party that night. He asked if he could bring friends and they told him he could.
We'd all just been invited to an exclusive party by OUT Magazine at Saks Fifth Ave. THE Saks Fifth Avenue ON Fifth Ave!!!
When we got off the elevator to the men's department, we were immediately greeted by two beautiful swimwear models. One handed us keychains (which I collect, so that won me over instantly!) and explained that on each keychain there was a combination and if that combination opened the lock on any of the boxes placed randomly throughout the store, you got all of the merchandise that was in the box. We tried all the boxes, but, alas, we did not manage to open any of them.
Chris and I, having been caught totally surprise and not having come straight from a job on Wallstreet (like David had) were terribly underdressed and despite our usual self-confidence I we were a little self-conscious around all of the beautiful models that were wandering around. I thought I was Jonathan Vargas (who seems to have dropped off the face of the earth) as we were leaving, I didn't say anything to him though.
Anyways, that was quite possibly the most exciting thing ever. EVER. I can't wait to do it again.

I met up with Kat, Katie, and Katie's family later that night. We finally made it back to Pennsylvania around 2 in the morning. I woke up, went to Physical Therapy, came back and went to packing.
Downside? I'd been left alone with Katie's crazy religious-nutcase uncle. There aren't any experiences more awkward than that -- especially since I'd asked that he not be in the apartment as much as possible but, uhm, I don't know what happened to that but it's over so whatevs.

Moving on...Friday night, Cody swung by and picked me up. We headed down to Brendan's place and once we got there, it wasn't long before Brendan took Cody, Adam, Jeff, Jason, and I to see the house he's getting and moving to. It's GORGEOUS and I'm totally doing all my laundry there. (Sorry, Brendan, you don't get any say in this matter. The Fates and I have decided without you. :P)
So, then we went back to Brendan's to meet up with the other Jeff and then it was down to Town. Town wasn't anything unusual except that I knew more people as I'd met so many people last weekend. I had a blast. Well before I was ready (but ain't that how it always goes? I say the clubs should all close at 5 am :P), we headed out.

I woke up bright and early, got dressed, and headed over to campus for the graduation ceremony. I watched with Stephan, and then I went back to the apartment to finish packing. Cody, bless him, came over and helped me move things over to the storage unit.
Katie and I went to the diner one last time together. The food was delicious, the ranch dressing was addictive, it was pretty much the usual.
I went out with my straight guy friends and Crystal one more time before Crystal truly departed for the cruel, harsh world of post-college life.

The next day I drove home to Rhode Island in driving rain all day. Nobody in the country knows how to drive in rain, so it was an especially miserable day. When I arrived at my parents' house, my elbow hurt and it was bright red. I paid no attention.

The next day, I woke up and went to my class. The professor informed us that, despite this being Chem 101, it was equivalent to an AP course and was designed for majors. I was all "Crap! I had to get this course pre-approved!" Long story of agonizing self-doubt cut short, I ended up dropping the course and adding a Biology to my fall schedule. No biggie. (Actually, huge biggie, but I'm trying not to think about it. :P)

Tuesday night, all of that school stuff behind me, Grace and I went out to karaoke, which was a blast. She and my friend Francis were the most popular singers there (which was cool, although other people who are not as naturally blessed in the vocal department and who were trying really hard and having a really good time were also really well received). It was generally awesome. And, of course, I got to see a bunch of my friends I hadn't seen yet.
It was the sort of night that a night out in Providence should be like, and I was psyched that I was home.

So, of course, I woke up the next morning with a fever of 102 degrees. My left arm was entirely swollen and bright red -- but I had sleeves on so we didn't know this yet. Still, we suspected my elbow was somehow infected.
So, off we went to the walk-in clinic down the street. And lo and behold, my elbow was infected. They took off the steri-strips, which were still on me because the nurse who had put them on had told me they would come off on their own and not to worry, giving me no time frame and no idea that I could take them off myself. And under these steri-strips; the source of my infection. That self-same nurse had left in a stitch! (Even though I'd asked her to double-check about that....stupid incompetent little bitch...)
So, I was put on antibiotics, including a burn cream (antibiotics that absorb through the skin). I've been holed up all week trying to get better so I can go out and do stuff. Now, I finally feel good again! But I still have a very splotchy, red arm.

Anyways, I should be able to go out again by Tuesday night. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because there is nothing like being stuck in my parents' house with no way out to drive me totally INSANE, right? :P

Oh, but we rented 27 Dresses from the Red Box. I've seen it before, but Mom and Grandma hadn't. They loved it, of course. Cause I've got good taste. I'm trying to decide what I want to get from the Red Box next, but there's so many good choices!

I Wanna Get to Know Ya But I Don't Know Who You Are

So, there's a diner near the apartment I have with Katie. We've been going there for a very long time. Most of the staff, at least the staff that is on after 9 pm, knows us.

Some time ago, while I was there with Amanda, Tyler, and Brighid, our waitress Tina pointed out another regular at the diner and told me he was bisexual. He was quite attractive, but I couldn't really make up my mind if I wanted to talk to him or not.
He (or someone at his table) whistled at me at one point, but I was never able to work up the nerve to talk to him. I did almost give him my phone number, but I chickened out.

So, tonight, Katie and I are getting ready to leave the diner and there he and his friends are. And we make eye contact. And there's this moment of recognition. And I smiled -- a little weakly, and he looked down. And I couldn't help but look back a few more times as we paid, but I just couldn't work up the balls to go over and talk to him.

As we walked through the parking lot, I looked up and saw him looking out the window from his booth. I smiled. I didn't go back in.

I've been thinking about it ever since. I always say I need to meet a guy outside of the club, that that will probably work out better. And yet, the one time I kinda do, I get all nervous and awkward and make an ass of myself. How fabulous am I?

Next time. Next time.

"Do you understand a case like this can break you?"

The Next Best Thing is, in many ways, a seriously wise movie. (The title there is a line from it.)

I'm gonna start with the drama so you can get the amaaaaaaazing news to end the post.
The Michael stuff wasn't over Thursday night. I'm mean, it's all okay now, it's been dealt with and everyone is fine, but if I'm going to keep ya'll up to date you should know it happened.
So, Friday, Tyler and I talked about it more. I got him to agree to just be friends with Michael -- at least for now, until I move on more than I have. I also talked to Michael and he said he understood where I was coming from.

Saturday night we had the show, it was fantastic. Instead of going to the cast party, I went to American Eagle for work. We were there straight through til 6:00 am Sunday. We tried to go to the diner...we were too tired to chew, so we left after 20 minutes and I got home at 7:00 am and crashed.
I woke up at 3:00 am, logged onto Facebook and found at the very top of my newsfeed a comment from my friend Juli (who goes to school with me) to Michael. It said something along the lines of "It was great meeting you last night. I'm so glad you came up! I hope you can visit again soon."
Yes, Michael was on my campus and although there was no way I could have seen him, nobody told me. I flipped out. I called people to find out exactly what had happened, and then I called Tyler to bitch him out because from my perspective Michael had come up to see him in a boyfriendly kind of way. Keeping in mind that Michael had never suggested coming up to see me, so I was also seriously jealous as well. It was starting to seem like he really didn't want to be even friends with me -- and I said that to Michael as well.
Anyways, Ty, bless his soul, was able to calm me down. He told me they were just friends and he agreed that, in honor of them just being friends, that if Michael visited again or if he went to visit Michael they would let me know even if I wasn't invited or something. I mean, on a campus this small I'm going to find out anyways so why try to go behind my back, right?

As a side note, I've previously told Michael on more than one occassion that if I screw up he should tell me how I did so I can fix it or at least not repeat the same mistake with the next guy. (Which is wh I've told him more than once that I was playing it by ear off of him, and he should tell me where I stood (not in those exact words) so I'm going to continue trying to be his friend until he flat out tells me he doesn't want to. Though he's not doing a great job of reciprocating (he only talks to me via Myspace and/or if he knows I'm upset and it involves him, or that's how it seems) right now, I don't think he's against the idea of a friendship between us.
The point being, nobody ever really tells me why they suddenly stop being into me and this is a cycle that is no longer acceptable so I'm going to talk to other guys who've seemed interested and then suddenly or inexplicably moved on and find out why. If I'm as undateable as I seem to be, I gotta find out and fix it. That's my goal this week.

Anyways, absolutely everything's been talked about and we're fine and we shouldn't be having that drama any more! Yay!

So, because she met a guy when we went out to eat, Katie and I arranged a game night (it's a complex story, and it's hers, so I won't share it...unless she tells me tonight she wants me to, it's kind of cool so I hope she does :P). Amanda and Ty came over and we played Scene It: Disney. Then we watched The Next Best Thing.
It was all well and good, although it was mildly depressing because it made me remember that she and then there was a scene that mirrored a conversation I'd had with Michael and I was suddenly less fine. Not like I was upset, and certainly not at anyone in particular, it was just...I don't know, you guys understand right?
The conversation in the movie is as such:
Doctor: "I like you a lot."
Robert: "I like you too."
Doctor: "But this will never work." It continues on with Robert being indecisive.
The conversation with Michael, as I remember it, was as such:
Me: "I like you a lot."
Michael: "I like you too."
Me: "It's too bad it won't work, I live to far away."
Michael: "It might."
Hate to say I called it, but....that was me, calling it.

Anyways, so I poured myself a cup of rum with a splash of Coke and got unwisely drunk (fortunately, nobody gave in to my urge to go commit delinquent behavior). As I drank said drink, Tyler talked to me about texts he and Michael were sending back and forth -- which I definitely appreciated. Definitely a step in the right direction. Even if it made me kind of wonder what happened to way back when Michael and I used to talk about the things that bothered him. Which then made me feel obsessive and pathetic, so I quickly pushed those thoughts to the side and contemplated what noises aluminum bats would make against those vandal proof mailboxes. Like I said, I was really urging for delinquent behavior. It wasn't good, but the others kept me from acting on those urges without much difficulty.

The amaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing news is, however, that I think I'm getting two roomies (one of whom is the fabulous Aubree of A&F fame :P) next year and we're getting a three bedroom apartment and the ones we're thinking of looking at are gorgeous and (hopefully) affordable! So, all in all, things are definitely looking up!

On the Highway to Hell!

Okay...so, last Saturday I had planned to go to Dark Lady and then head to Mirabar. But, as they say, the best laid plans....

So I went to meet up with Grace and Ryan at the Providence Place Mall and then we were going to go over there together. Grace was still with her two younger cousins, so we went to take them home -- of course stopping at Newport Creamery for food and ice cream on the way -- and then we headed to the Dark Lady.

It was PACKED. We were late, but it was still early for it to be that crowded. Matt was over at Mirabar, and he had to leave early, so I saw him for about thirty seconds out on the sidewalk (sad face!) And inside....wowza mcwowza! TONS of people! It was thoroughly exciting and tons of fun.

And the big triumph of the night? There's a guy in Providence, who shall remain unnamed, but I've had lustbunnies for him for like two year now, and he actually flirted with me! I'm pretty much feeling like the sexiest thing ever right now.

So we never actually left to go to Mirabar, but we had a total blast.

So I got up the next morning, went to the Easter Sunday service with my family. We had an Easter dinner, just the family no extended family, around 2 pm. That was all the Easter we did, which was more than fine with me. I never used to get sick (before they put me on immunosupressants) but for some reason I was always sick at Easter. I can remember maybe twice being sick when it wasn't Easter in my whole life, so it's not my favorite holiday.
I did enjoy the couple of hours I spent at Trixx that night though!
We road tripped back from Pennsylvania, and it was quite an adventure. Meghan, Dara, Amanda, and I. Oooh boy! That was an adventure -- and I'm not even talking about the guy that Amanda and I saw peeing at the gas station. Ewwwwwwww. Meghan and I left my house and headed into Connecticutt, up to Massachusetts to grab Dara and Amanda. We switched off driving each time we stopped, so each of us (except Dara) drove once for three or four hours. It was a much longer trip than the usual six hour drive I have when I go it alone. Not sure how or why that happens. We did go a totally different route though, we got on 84 in Massachusetts and took that all the way to Scranton, PA, where we got on 81 and took that down to 83.
At one point we got off to find a McDonald's for lunch. Rhonda was giving us directions to the nearest McDonald's, but she left out a little teeny tiny turn we had to do. Amanda was driving, and in perfect Amanda-style she pulled a double u-turn -- effectively a three quarter circle -- in the middle of the road to get us back on track. That was maybe my favorite moment.

My least favorite moment? We stopped by the mall I work at along the way, since we were going by and I had a paycheck there.
Or thought I had a paycheck there but apparently several hours of work I did have either gone missing, or the check is being mailed to me. Since I'm not getting hours except for the once-a-month overnight, I'm livid. I need the money!! I don't know how I'm scraping together enough for all of the bills this month, but I'm betting I'm calling Grandma for help again this month. And the job hunt isn't going well because I'm seriously busy -- which makes me wonder, could I even work another job? If it's not late at night, I don't know.
Anyways, that's neither here nor there.The best part was discovering that if we photographed cars that were moving slowly in the high speed lane, they would speed up.

PS Since I know that the saga of Katie's foot is becoming epic, I wanted to share with you the latest update: she went to physical therapy and the therapist told her that her foot was not sprain but was in fact broke. Shocked? I'm not. So she's going to see -- surprise, surprise -- another doctor! But she's getting a second opinion and hopefully this doctor won't be so...much like the last one.

And in answer to the question people keep asking me -- yes, I'm still very bitter. :P

(Pictures in this post courtesy of Ryan, Amanda!) (And thanks to Rhonda, below, for the directions and adventures...)

"Just give it time, kid, I come to one and all"

Okay. Wow, that's really all I can say. Wow.

Thursday...let me explain Thursday. Katie called me from work and informed me that her doctor had called and determined -- a week later -- that there was actually a fracture on her foot in the x-rays. She was informed that it was urgent for her to see an orthopedic doctor immediately.
So, after my 12:30 class, I took Katie to her appointment with the orthopedic doctor who is coincidentally the same one I am seeing on March 31st about my elbow.
So she filled out her paperwork, and we waited. We got brought to a room. And we wait. Fifty-six minutes we waited -- which is lucky for him, because after an hour I go look for the doctor. (Yeah, I'm one of those guys.) He breezes in, barely introducing himself, feels Katie's foot and says "I didn't see a fracture on the x-rays" and makes like he's going to leave. Without so much as looking at the x-rays with her.
Katie gets upset -- this is the fifth doctor she's seen, and she keeps being tossed back and forth between "it's broken" and "it's just a sprain". The doctor tells his technician to call her family doctor and ask about this supposed fracture. Then, he walks out of the room. The technician makes the five minute phone call and then we spend a half an hour waiting for this doctor to return. When he did, he insisted that even if there was a fracture, it wasn't causing the pain and therefore it wasn't important and he would not be treating it. He diagnosed Katie with a "perrenial tendon sprain", and told her to do physical therapy, and sent her out to the check out.
At the check out desk, they got confused by the lack of a follow up appointment, which confused Katie, so she ended up crying again. The doctor had her brought into a room so he could "try to help her understand" so she wouldn't be upset -- and by that, he meant explain what he'd already explained only this time in a more condescending tone.
All in all, we spent two hours there and saw the doctor for a total of seven minutes.

Then, we had to rush because Katie's relatives were meeting us at our apartment that night for dinner, and I had to pick up my road trip comrades from campus before six o'clock. We sent Ty, Amanda, and Dara in my car to the diner and we ate dinner with Russ, Mandy, and the three little tykes....who, despite was Katie assured me would happen, immediately adopted me (rather than avoiding me). They're fun and good kids but it was still miserable in that I don't like little children sort of way.

Thursday night was a riot. We all went to Club XS (even Katie because that horrible doctor said she could) and almost everyone was there, it was crazy fun! We came back to my apartment and had a slumber party there -- Katie gave up her bed and she and I crashed on my futon.

The next morning, we all left for New England. Well, not as early as we'd intended. We picked up an extra passenger -- my friend Meghan who decided she didn't want to take the train (I've road tripped with her before). Then we stopped for breakfast. So we didn't really leave til like 11 am.
Then there was construction. And traffic. And then a truck blocked our view of a vital road sign and because of this we ended up having to drive through New York City -- fortunately, the navigation on my phone (who we've named Rhonda) saved us. It also got us up through Connecticutt into Massachusetts to Amanada's house, down to Meghan's in RI.
All in all, it was a nine hour drive. Fortunately, the company was good and we switched off drivers.

After just a couple hours home, I set off to work at the Dark Lady's beach party. There were tons of new faces, as well as plenty of familiar ones. It was a great time. I also kinda met a guy. Yeah, I might talk about that later...but at the same time, meeting guys in RI does me how much good? Pretty much none.

Today has been fairly relax. I got coffee with Matt -- the guy from last night -- and then we went and got my car inspected and then I've been chilling at home and running errands but pretty soon I'll be heading out again.

"The rescue you've got planned must be aborted"

I've got a lot to talk about today, so bear with me.

Firstly, let's talk about boys. (Let me just say, the following has nothing actually to do with Michael, it's more about my issues with past experiences I've had.)
See, Michael is probably going to visit a friend in upstate New York for his spring break this week. Even though it means another desolate and Michael-less week (:P), I really hope he goes cause what it spring break if you don't travel somewhere, right?
But then, on the other hand...I have deja-ed this vu before. See, this is how it goes. I'm into boy, boy seems into me. Boy goes to visit friend who he may or may not be already somewhat interested in. Boy comes back with boyfriend. I decide to still be friends, and I end up being the friend who hears every rant and rave about this long distance relationship until it inevitably falls apart. By this point, I'm just a really good, perpetually single friend and there's no romantic feelings whatsoever.
So, basically, according to the legal definition of insanity, I'm totally nutters. It's okay, whatever happens, I'm happy, no regrets. And it's not like I don't have some amazing friends I've made from failing to date. It's a grand tradition, and I might go so far as to say I will almost be disappointed when it ends. :P

Now, the important thing is...last night was frikkin' INSANE. The theme? Dancing. Most specifically, lap dancing. Who was I with, you wonder?
My straight guy friends. Oh yeah. There were quite a few memorable events. I gave Tommy a massage, which he enjoyed but probably not as much as he would have if I'd been even close to sober. (Then again, would I have given Tommy a massage if he'd been even close to sober? Or would he have let me if either one of us had been even close to sober? Probably not.) Jake disappeared for a few minutes at one point, and then emerged from his room wearing a beater...he proceeded to dance around the room and tweak his nipples, until he ended up giving me a lap dance and ripping open his shirt. The worst part of this was, of course, that we then ended up falling off the couch so that his legs were in the air and I was behind him just when Tommy came back in the room. Somehow we got on the topic of their roomie Mike, and Jake decided I was dating him. I called him "boyfriend" for the rest of the night, and used the fact that we were together as a reason why we didn't have to be peer pressured into the lap dances and massages that everyone else was being forced into. "He's getting one later, when ya'll are asleep!"
Soon we headed to the school's St. Patty's Day dance where we had a blast but all of us got totally separated and ended up leaving at separate times.

Prior to hanging out with them, by the way, I went and saw the opera Katie has been stage managing. It is new, written b a professor at our school, and called Las Madres de la Plaza. It's about the Argentinian Genocide, and it's seriously moving although I think it needs more work before it is presented elsewhere.

Here's some fun news for anybody interested in what's going on in the porn world: The Grabby Porn Awards nominations have been leaked! A lot of our favorites over at this blog have been nominated! (Cause I have good taste :P) Good luck to all my favorite porn stars!!

"The universe has been changed because we touched..."

So I really have nothing to say except, rehearsal is going well and yesterday Katie went back to the doctor and they told her she's even more of a cripple than we thought so yours truly is now a full-time nurse! :P

My stats have informed me that I really need to talk about hot famous people more often -- ow, ow twist my arm. Even if it's just a picture here and there. Most specificlly, Ethan Reynolds -- who is, I'm not even kidding, getting me more hits than anything else on this blog by a long shot. (Adam Bouska is running second, so expect him to be featured with some regularity too! And of course, the various porn stars generate some interest too...)

Don't worry, those of you who read this for me and my exciting life...I'm still going to be self-centered and write almost exclusively about me. I'll just throw in little nuggets and photos about other people who are more interesting or at least more well-known (until I make it to Hollywood...watch out bitches! :P)

Other than his whole thing going on with The Lair on Here TV (which, ps, is also going to be featuring Johnny Hazzard! I need to get me this Here TV thing! :P) most of Ethan's news is exclusive, only going to his "Board of Advisors", which I am not a part of (please, I can barely handle myself, let alone a well-known model breaking into television) and even if I were a part of it, that's classified information!

Anyways, the news I do have to share is this: if you are friends with Ethan he has a photo up now which needs comments. Not for him. For the other party involved. David DeCocteau, the director of the Brotherhood movies (which I love, though probably more for their homosexual undertones than the actual, plot :P)Ethan really wants people to let David DeCoteau know how many fans he has, so here's the plan for any of you who have Myspace -- go to Ethan's page, add him if you aren't friends! If you are already friends with him then just go to the photo and leave a comment!

(Pictures were borrowed from Ethan's Myspace and from Hazzard Ahead. I do not own any of the pictures or the people in them.)

It ain't over til....

I have my cell phone charger back.

Let me detail to you yesterdays extravaganza o' pain.

So, I spent several hours of the day awaiting a response from Michael about if I could go down and get my charger from him. In the mean time, Damon called me and asked if I wanted to hang out. I agreed to, and we ended up watching Little Miss Sunshine.

Before I got to Damon's, Michael called and we agreed on a time to meet and we chatted a bit. He told me all about his weekend, it was actually pretty exciting with lots of people. Not at all like my snoozefest. :P

Michael got out of work at 7:30 and I had rehearsal at 8:00 so it was obvious I would have to go down after rehearsal. I was okay with that, so was he. So I went to rehearsal and, ultimately, it was intensely frustrating and sucky. Having been away from the production for a week, and having to be off-book for Act II...it was rough. So I was already stressed when I left for Maryland.

And then I got a text from Katie. She'd been saying that her foot and ankle hurt for about a week, and I kept telling her to see a doctor. (Neither one of us are good about seeing doctors in a timely manner.) The text said "Hey I am going to the ER with Kayla to get my foot looked at after rehearsal be back way late". So, that didn't help me be less stressed, because of course I was anxious to find out what happened to her foot.

So I get to Michael's place, and come to let me through the gates comes not just Michael, but also his friend Allison, and another guy. Turns out, the guy is a character from Michael's weekend, so I've heard of him -- and, surprise surprise, seems like he's into Michael. (Can you blame him? :P) Michael's roomie and his roomie's boyfriend were also there. That's a whole mess of people for me to unexpectedly have to deal with when I was stressed and kinda wanting to just be totally relaxed.

So, I get my charger, and Michael cracks a joke about how I "accidentally on purpose" left it there. So I reply, just as smarmily, "Well, if that's what you think I'll just leave right now."
I had both locks unlocked and the door creaking open before he poked his head out towards the door and said, "Wait, are you really leaving?" I was all prepared to if he hadn't stopped me.

The group of us watched TV, and ate. And I was feeling more stressed as time went on, especially not having heard from Katie. So, at about 12:30 I announced that I needed to leave. Michael gave me a sort of sad puppy dog face which totally made me want to melt and stay and asked if I was sure.
Of course, I'd not mentioned to him about Katie. Why make him worry when he's got all these friends around, right? So I just assured him that it was for the best. He gave me what is quite possibly the best hug I ever had and asked if he'd see me soon, to which I reply "Mmhmm." He instructed me to text him when I got home, and soon I was on my way.
When I got home, I sent him a text saying "I'm home" and he sent the sweetest reply: "Glad you made it home safe, I'm sad you had to leave..."
Which was definitely enough to make me regret leaving, but considering what happened next there was really no other way it could have worked out.

Katie called just after that, on her way home from the hospital. She was diagnosed with a sprained ankle and the possibility of a hairline fracture in her foot. I helped her bring things in from her van, set about making her lunch for work, and getting her set up as a cripple at home.

And just as I was going to bed, Michael sent me another cute text where he came up with a brand new pun from my name -- Mammo-Graham. I'm hoping it doesn't catch on the way some others have. :P

This morning I woke up bright and early and drove her to her first day at her new temp job in Harrisburg -- at the capitol building, during rush hour. I returned to campus, went to class, went to my next class, went to my third class, picked up Katie, dropped her at the apartment and went to a meeting, followed by another meeting, followed by rehearsal. Needless to say, I'm exhausted.

What's up doc?

Hey ladies and guys!

I'm afraid this entry's going to be a bit of a change of pace from the past few entries. This one is all about doctors.
Ick.

I mean, I have my doctor issues but I'll go when I really have to.

Like, you know how in August we discovered my elbow didn't have full range of motion? I went to a doctor about that. Today. I went to pick up Katie at the airport and then she and I went to the doctor.
Anyways, it didn't hurt and I could still use it, so it wasn't that important. The doctor seemed to find that train of thought entertaining. Whatever. So he sent me in for an x-ray (and for blood tests, because my Crohn's disease requires periodic blood tests every couple of months, which I've sort of extended to mean every couple of years).

I've been looking around on Myspace for any writers who might be interested in that TV series I thought of and who I feel, from their profile, could do it justice. So far, we're striking out all over the place.

Oh, so, I don't know how many of you are fans of Randy Blue -- it's a gay porn site (leave me alone, I'm allowed, I need some vises!) -- but one of their stars, Brent Diggs, randomly sent me a message yesterday, asking about clubs in PA. It was exciting. I'm that much of a clubber, even the porn stars know they should ask me. :P

And, it's been a while since I posted one of these, but here's your Graham & Katie quote of the day. This one happened immediately following us holding the doors to the doctor's office open for this adorable but decrepit old woman.
Katie: "Okay. Let's go."
Graham: "That was our good deed for the day. We're done."

It's been a long, been a long, been a long day

Actually, that's a lie. I've been awake for like an hour. :P

Anyways, to start off with, I just want to say "YAY SHANEY!" because he commented my last post.
Going back to that, a whole bunch of you were all trying to impress upon me the importance of Anne Frank's story. Go back, reread, guys. I never said I wasn't enthusiastic about the show. I never said I didn't get why it's an important show. I said I wasn't enthusiastic about the role that I'm playing. Which is still true, he's just not a character you can do a lot with. He's got a limp (we think he had a limp, all I've found is that he was injured in WWI and that in other productions, he had a limp in his left leg), I'm playing around with that. Other than that, there's pretty much nothing you can do with this guy. (No offense if any of Victor Kugler's relatives read this...as a historical figure, he's amazing and fascinating. As a character in the newly adapted version of The Diary of Anne Frank he's a dull and depressing bearer of bad news who shows up three times for like a minute and a half each. If he were still alive, I'm pretty sure he'd sue.)

Anyways, Cody's been complaining about how I haven't been writing. Truth is....I really haven't felt like it. I've been seriously stressing lately, mostly over money. Scratch that, entirely over money.
Right now, I can't go grocery shopping, I don't have the funds. So I've been eating on campus. But next week is spring break, and I'm not going anywhere, so we'll see how fast I starve. :-P After spring break, I'm going to start working out on campus, because its free, until the end of the school year. Despite my whole I-can't-work-out-in-front-of-lots-of-people-who-know-me thing.

The screen on my cell phone died. I managed to get an upgrade, so I have a new phone. It's pretty. It's cute. It has a camera! It does not hold a charge.
And, ultimately (with the mail-in rebate) it will only cost me 3 dollars. Yaya!
And cause of the camera, it means that soon there will be more pictures on this blog!!

I have this...disgraceful atrocity on my face next to my mouth -- it looks like a herpe -- but my friend Michele (who is not exactly a dermatologist, but a bio/psych major is close enough for me) assures me that it's probably from dry skin.

What else is going on?
Not much. This past weekend was boring....weather screwed it up on Thursday and Friday, then I had to work on Saturday. So, that was blah.

Oh, but I will say this: the weekend before was anything BUT boring.
Thursday was XS, as per usual. It was pretty normal, packed and fun. And I went to the diner afterwards, despite my Friday morning classes, as I was really hungry.

Friday -- oh Friday! TJ had this dinner party in Reading, which I promised I would go to for a little while. After we were served our drinks (the wait was ridiculous), I fled the scene and made it to Towson in a much shorter amount of time than I should have been able to. But I sped. And tricked a cop into pulling over someone else. I'm awesome like that.

Anyways, we got to Towson and we all finished get hottified at Brendan's house as usual -- I think this is a nice ritual we've sort of accidentally started. Anyways, so we went to Town and had a blast. I hung out with the dancers there a bunch, which is always fun. They're amazing guys and I love that I know most of them now.
There was a V-Day thing going on, people could get numbers (which were on stickers you put on yourself) and using those, you could send messages to other people or give them flowers or candy. There were several big screens displaying the messages and who had flowers and candy and such. It was cool, and sometimes trashy, and awesome. My favorite was the one that ended with the signature "Ashley from the bathroom".
We ran into Erik, who, if we saw each other more than once a year, would be almost the perfect boyfriend for me. :-P I sent him a message using the screens, but he was high as a kite, and thought it came from Brendan. Shit happens, y'know. (Brendan best be backin' up off my boi, yo. :-P) But Erik and I danced some and that was fun.
It was funny though -- because I'm totally inept at flirting when I mean it -- so Cody goes up to help me write the message to Erik, and he and Jared (I think that's his name, he's one of the dancers I don't know as well) are like standing on either side of my, giving me advice. And I am, of course, like panicking, cause I don't know how good their advice will be. Smooth, Graham, smooth. (And I'm pretty sure Jared now thinks I'm retarded.)

After Town, we all went back to Brendan's and crashed. Cody and Bill shared a bed cause of how they're dating, and I got my own -- which is nice, I guess. I suppose it's less awkward than if Bill and I had shared beds and Cody has been alone.
Anyways -- some of you know this, others don't. Not only am I kind of an exhibitionist, I like to watch. If you know what I'm saying. So, Cody and Bill are both horny. And both like to be watched.
And they have not yet actually had sex. (Although I'm sure they fooled around.) So there I am, and I got to see the two lovebirds bang for the first time! (And even though I'm not really attracted to either one of them separately, it was kind of hot. Just sayin'.)

(The pictures, of me talking to Dennis, were taken by Hott Boyz Entertainment....and, they're from several weeks ago, I just didn't feel like going back and putting them in the correct post. :P)

Saturday night, Katie and I hung out. A bunch of our friends turned 21, so we, with plans of not getting too drunk, went to one party. By the time we decided to go to the other, we called the DD and she was like "It's pretty much died down."
So I called up Jake, one of my straight guys, to see what he was up too. Neither one of us was in any shape to drive home, so when Tom (a visiting straight guy that I love who I had no idea would be in town) answered the phone, we went over with plans of sobering up.
Yeah, that didn't happen.
We drank. We played drinking games. We had a blast. We tried to leave, but Katie -- drunk and in heels -- couldn't go very far.
So...Katie, Tom, and I snuggled on the futon in Jake's room. I was incapable of moving at all, stuck between the two of them.

And the next morning, I awoke, still drunk, and headed for where I was meeting the cast of Anne Frank to go down to DC to go to the Holocaust museum. I sobered up pretty quickly that morning -- before we even made it into Maryland I was fine. And it was, except for how depressing and gruesome the museum is, a really fun day of cast-bonding.

That good old-fashioned surprise ending....

This week has been one shock after another. Surprise, surprise, surprise!

I guess it really started with a kidnapping of sorts. My duties to our schools GSA dragged me down to York for a GLBT youth-group meeting on Thursday night. It was kinda cool. Of course, there's a confidentiality thing so I can't say much more but....there was a panel discussion about AIDS and HIV and I have never had so much fun with a microvirus. I also learned some stuff about the virus and its history.

Anyways, I ended up getting to XS extremely late. I have never parked so far from the club, or seen it that packed. I figure with so many more people there, finding someone to make out with should be a sure thing.
Second surprise of the night: about 35% of the men in that club were straight. All of them cool with guys hitting on them (I mean, they were in a gay bar) but totally not gonna make out with me. Of course, as per usual, I was uninterested in almost every gay guy around. I don't know what it is, but I'm just drawn to those heteros no matter how unnatural their lifestyle may be. :P (I jest, of course.) It did reinforce my desire for a fag stag of my very own, who I can take clubbing with me.
Another surprise happened that night; I saw a cute boy yawning in a corner, and I decided to head over to him. As I approached, he closed his mouth. Now, who ever heard of a boy only being cute when he's yawning????? A question for the ages, ladies and gentlemen.
The plus side of it being so packed was that so many of my friends were there, and even though we often had trouble finding each other, we rocked that place so hard and we all had a total blast. I hope it's that awesome next time I get to go, because it totally re-energized me about the place.

Katie was away for the weekend, but of course I was too busy to enjoy the apartment too much. Although I'm noticing now, it somehow turned into a mess and that is certainly my fault. Note to self: clean tomorrow. Moving on...
....Friday classes were all fairly typical. Then I went to get my haircut. I didn't have the time to get my dye job fixed, so I said to my hair dresser "Chop it all off." She gave me a weird look. "Like, shave it?" She knows enough about me and about style in general to know that that is not a good idea. "Well, no, just cut it back down to the blonde." So, I'm blonde again. With ridiculously short hair.

Then it was down to Maryland where I met up with Brendan, Cody, Josh, Jason, and Kellen. We raided Brendan's fridge and pantry, and then it was off to Town. I made sure I brought money to tip the dancers because, well, now I know two of them....and two of them I would love to get to know (in the biblical sense, mayhaps? :P). Only one didn't get tipped, and he's hot and all, but not as hot and he never talks to me or anything. That's what he gets. :-P
I was not so much seeking someone to flirt with or whatever at Town, mostly I was enjoying hanging out with Cody and Josh, who I feel like I never see anymore. (Although, I was reminded over the course of the night, there may have been a reason or two that I stopped hanging out with them so much...) We had a great time being the centers of attention...or at least, imagining that we were the centers of attention.
Each really hot guy that I saw ended up having an encounter with another guy's tongue when I decided I should go talk to him. It was a little awkward. This cute but way too short guy hit on me and danced with me at one point. That was fun, but like I said, too short.
Then, that night's surprise happened. Just before we left, Madonna began to play. I was looking for some of the people we came with, when this gorgeous guy stepped out in front of me, grabbed my hands, and made me vogue. It was fun, funny, bold, spontaneous and awesome.
So, of course, Cody (known for his fantastic timing :P) chose that moment to tell me we were leaving. When I turned to say bye to the Angel of Vogue....he was gone.

We all crashed at Brendan's that night and in the morning I ran off to school to attend a workshop on the Meisner technique of acting. Weird ass stuff but who knows, it might help me out. I have a second workshop to go to this weekend.

I left from the workshop and went straight to work, where I closed the store and then spent the rest of the night doing nothing, alone in the apartment. I checked my e-mail and discovered that I did not get enough votes to beat out the competition, and I will not be in this year's Mr. Etown Pageant. I'm not shocked, we're in central PA, like they're going to elect the (out) gay kid? (Of course, at least one closet case got in, because the gays are secretly well-loved even here. :P)
Sunday was nice and relaxing too.

Monday, I had classes and stuff and to be totally honest, it was really uninteresting and I don't really remember it. I was incredibly busy and I didn't make it home til well after Katie had gone to sleep. Tuesday was pretty much the same. Wednesday was a fantastic day for eye candy. American Eagle called me -- repeatedly -- and gave me some rather unexpected hours. 8 pm to 12am on Thursday. Which means, no XS.

So, I went to bed late with an idea that I would sleep right up until my 3:30 class, go to that, eat dinner, and go straight to work.
So at 9 am, when they called and begged me to work in the morning too, I was less than pleased. I've just come back from today's second unscheduled shift. How's that for a surprise?

In other news, I am totally obsessed with Make Me a Supermodel on Bravo. If you're watching, here's my thoughts: I hope Ben wins, because he's only a couple of inches thicker than me at the waist and that will be a success for thin men everywhere. On the other hand, Ronnie and Perry are both really gorgeous. In fact, at this point, I'm pretty sure Perry is going to win.

Tomorrow, I am doing classes and then I am rocking Town.

Mother Effer!!!!

This went, very quickly, from being a fantastic weekend to being a highly crappy one.

Let me start at the beginning.
Thursday night I stayed in because the weather was bad. It was kind of nice, a little dull but whatever. It was the night I officially got my sleep schedule back on track.
(So, of course, my sleep schedule has been all effed up since then. :P)

Friday night, I thought I had to work an overnight at American Eagle (floorset this weekend!! Blah!) but the store manager called me to confirm my Saturday shift and I was like "Wait, wait, what about tonight?" and she was like "Floorset is Saturday and Sunday nights...."
So I felt kind of dumb, but I was excited because there was enough time to make arrangements to get to Town in DC.
Once we got there, I got bombarded with people I was being introduced to, who were introducing themselves to me. Apparently, I've officially been there enough to garner some attention for myself. I got introduced to one of the go go boys there, and afterwards he said to my friend "We love Graham, he's so full of energy." This bodes extremely well for my hope to go go dance there in the relatively near future.

Saturday, a whole group of us went to see 27 Dresses. It was extremely predictable, but it was cute and I loved it. From there, we all went to get dinner and then I left for work as they all began drinking.
Strangest thing -- on the way to work, I was forced to take a detour. The police and a bunch of firefighters had blocked off one side of the highway with flares (and then, behind the flares, by parking their cars) but unlike normally when the highway gets blocked off, there was no sort of gradual blocking off or like guiding cars to the exit you had to take. You just went up the hill and saw this like...wall of flares with a wall of police cars behind it and you had about two seconds to get over and off the highway before you hit them.

Last night I went to work overnight again. Rather than a nine-to-three shift, it was a six-to-midnight shift so that's left time for partying (because of today is a holiday). I went to the new 18+ night that Stallions is having. It wasn't crowded, but Stallions never is, but there were a lot of people there that I knew.
Including my ex. (Y'know, the one we don't talk about?) And he was there with his boyfriend.

Now, I know, know, know, I shouldn't be upset. I can see him without his boyfriend and be totally cool (course, then he's usually drunk and talking about how much he misses me which is annoying but not upsetting) but with a boyfriend? Drove me totally nuts. Why? That's a hella good question, but I'm guessing it's because of how I've been single for well over a year. Am I really more flawed than him? And if so, how and when did that happen?

So I came back from the club and was rather upset. I realized, since Katie was helping our friend Kat with some drama of her own (which has taken a terrible turn for the worse today, and I'm going in as back up as soon as I'm done writing this -- and I'm bringing cookies) I had no one to mope with before bed. I ended up going to the diner we usually go to and stress eating. It wasn't pretty.

EDIT: Kat wants as many people to know about the utter douche-bag-ness of her (now ex) boyfriend (David St. John, hate him in any and all ways that you can) as possible, so I'm going to give you all of the details.
So, last night, Kat received an IM from someone claiming to be her boyfriend's little sister. Kat was informed that he was in the hospital from some ulcerous condition and he'd be vomiting non-stop and etc. It was a pretty detailed explanation. Katie immediately went to comfort Kat.

This morning, Kat called douchebag's mother. She had no idea of what this illness had been, douchebag had not been admitted to the hospital, and was in Allentown. (That would be the town where his ex-girlfriend lives.) Douchebag's mother seemed to think that douchebag was still with this ex-girlfriend. Although he'd been dating Kat.

Today, he admitted that he IMed her and told her that he was in the hospital. Because he didn't want to see her. So, really, biggest douchebag ever. I've never even dated or met a guy this scummy, douchey, and utterly worthless.

He's not even pretty, you'd think he'd have the intelligence to know not to lose a catch like Kat. Like, he's not going to get anything that good again (especially not if I have any say in it...), because he's heinous. Rats are better looking...
(Of course, Kat would probably disagree with that assessment of his looks but the rest of it is true...)

I'm gonna do it my way, take it for just what it is.

Now that you've been caught up on meaningless stuff like my car and my short play....here's the real deal update:

Two things I know you're concerned about: my party life, and my love life. Cause you guys are shallow like me, admit it.

Soo...since partying it up hardcore (Steve's favorite word) in Providence, working at the Dark Lady twice (Thanksgiving Eve and then the following Saturday), parties in Central Pennsylvania have been, well, drab. As is my usual first response after a taste of Providence.

So I haven't stayed in Pennsylvania. Okay, mostly I did. You know, I went to XS a lot. Thanks to my car issues, not as much as I wanted to though. I didn't get to work as much either, so I'm a little broke, but that's beside the point.
Unfortunately, going to the club less means I'm going to more on campus parties and drinking more. Plus, Katie and I had our own Christmas party which quite a few people came to and, yes, we drank. But Katie and I baked cookies for that too!!

Anyways, the big event was heading down to DC for Town. You see, it's been around for about a month and it is supposed to be the biggest best party in the region.
It is. No lie. I had more fun that night, in that crazy party. I want to go back every week -- and when I'm around here, I think I can. I'm seeing about getting a job there when I get back from the holidays. It was SO thrilling.

Speaking of thrilling, this just in: Jason Sechrest said I was fucking adorable. JASON FUCKING SECHREST LIKES MY LOOK (or pretends to, though I really don't know where the motive behind that would be). Where the hell do I sign up for HIM??? And who is gonna pay for me to go to LA like...uhm, now. (Okay, after New Year's. :P)

Right, and that brings us to my love life.
Actually, there's a teeny something here: someone sent IMs from AIM to my phone (which is the same as texting me cause my phone is that old school :P). Here's our clues about this person's identity: I see them almost every day, I don't talk to them much any more (I didn't talk to a lot of people much this semester, it was a rough one on me), and I believe they had an exam Friday morning, and I am Facebook friends with them. They said they were shy, which truly cuts down on which of my friends it could be. We can also be pretty sure this person is in the closet.
I've figured out several people that it isn't. More than that, I've figured out: it would be absolutely impossible for me to date a closet case on our campus. Remember Anthony? Remember how all of campus found out he'd cheated on me before I did? I have no secrets from these people. :-P That doesn't mean I wouldn't try, though, depending, of course, on who it is.

And that brings us to our close. In conclusion...
Katie: "I like it so much better when you don't have your conscience."
Graham: "Well, I just picked it up somewhere and I can't find the receipt."
We've determined that we're much more Jack & Karen than Will & Grace.

What's the buzz? Tell me what's a-happening...

I get it, ya'll don't like how I'm not posting......so let me tell you what all has been going on.

I got cast in the fall main stage production of Gint. I was up for the lead, but the damn script....the minor characters are more difficult to play and require a greater ability to have variety. And for that reason I was not cast as the lead -- which is a good thing, I suppose, except for the one little detail: It looks shitty not to have leading roles on your resume!!!
Okay, over it.

I'm slacking in my core class. The professor is allowing it. "I need you guys to watch this video, but just in case you can't see it when it's on TV I'm going to give you the answers to the worksheet in class." Yes, that's how I'm earning my participation grade. Dead serious.

As for my little adventure back home to Rhode Island this weekend...it was because I had a film gig. For a web series. And it sounds like it will be the first of several appearances I have on the series. My video isn't even out yet and the character is already getting involved from his Bebo...
My friends Kat and Katie came with me. To make the weekend even better, it was my mom's birthday. And the last full Waterfire of the season. And the Dark Lady was having it's Gay-sha block party!

In other news, a few pop culture things that irk me:
The Backstreet Boys have too many things in common with their songs. For instance, their two most recent "hits" (that I know of) are "Inconsolable" and "Incomplete". Can we get a new first syllable, boys? Aside from the similarities between the words themselves, both songs suck. Course, I have never been a fan of them so...maybe I'm biased?

Next on the agenda: Chris Cocker, or whatever his name is. The boy weeps in the defense of a tragic mess and, dare I say, a lost cause (Britney Spears) and suddenly shoots to stardom. Can I just throw this out there: he's OBNOXIOUS. His hair is bad. His face is bizarre. I'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard than his heinous voice. And could you be any more....(for lack of a better word) gay? Seriously, get a personality and follow it up with your sexuality, not the other way around.

Aaaaand, on a totally seperate note...how's this for exciting: Expressmen Interviews My Friend Tony Gibble!

So much going down!

Oh, this post does get a picture because it's Pride month and I can never turn down a good challenge.

Otherwise, this may be the longest, picture-less post I have ever written. However, I guarantee...not a dull moment in the whole thing. Lord knows I haven't had one.

Firstly, I'd like to let you know...I will not be working at XL. The attitude of the boss during my audition (which ended up being Tuesday) was atrocious. I hate trash-talking people on here, but I can't help it at all. The man clearly doesn't realize that without his dancers, he's getting unemployment checks every month. Not only did he treat me in a condescending, almost contemptuous way...I hung out with some of the dancers after the club closed. Okay, basically I gave them rides then went home, but whatev. I was happy to do it. They were talking about their work, of course, and it occurred to me: this is why the crowds are small there. The club delivers sexy dancers, but the best product is sexy dancers who enjoy themselves. I don't want to work at a club that isn't capable of delivering the best. I don't know what I'll do, but it was suggested by Katie that, even though I'd be a terrible waiter, I'd probably do a decent job of being a busboy. I just have to find a place to do it now. It's an insta-cash job and that's what I want.

At some point early in the week, I forget which night, Jon called and invited me over at like 3 in the morning. I went over and we talked and he microwaved some stolen leftovers from one of the restaurants he works at, which were delicious. And the dessert was this chocolate thing, and it was SOOO gooey and delicious.

So, Wednesday I went out with Grace to Mirabar. She met many of my friends, made some news ones (as did I) and was a HUGE hit. Saturday when I went out without her, one of the shot boys (Joey) stopped me and was like "Where's Grace?" and he seemed rather displeased that I was out without her.
Actually, there was a similar reaction when people saw me Thursday night. And tonight. Geez, I can't go anywhere without her...
Afterwards, Grace and I convinced some people to come out to the Denny's Jon works at. I wasn't sure if he was working, but I was crossing my fingers. And my hunch paid off -- he was! While we waited for the others to show up, a bunch of his regulars came in from WalMart and some of them started hassling him.
"What's your type? Me?" one of them asked.
"No," Jon said, not missing a beat, "My type's sitting right over there." And he pointed at me. And I glowed and pretended to be embarrassed. It was sweet.
He also pulled some strings and it ended up that none of the six of us had to pay for anything. Also, very, extremely sweet.

Friday was when the drama was.
It started at work. I was working, and I saw this hot guy come in with another guy. I recognized the hot one, I'd seen him out at Mirabar. I was busy, so I didn't help them. But I did smile at them, like I smile at all the customers.

That night, I went to Mirabar and the first person I see is the other guy. He flicks me off, and I shrug it off because whatever, maybe he's psycho. I check out the club, but there's really nobody there I know so I make for the door to go see if anyone's at Energy.
As I get to the door, a hand grabs my arm and all of a sudden the hot guy is making out with me.

Now, a normal person would probably freak out over this, but it's one of my fantasies to be stopped and given an amazing kiss in that exact way. So I weakened. Plus, did I mention how he's hot?
So when he said they were going to Energy, and I should come, I agreed. The other guy -- Danny -- didn't seem so keen on the idea. In fact, he got pretty frikkin' angry. But the (totally shit-faced) girls they were out with helped me ignore the drama between Ryan (the hottie) and Danny.

That is, up until they made me laugh. At which point Danny snapped, "If he doesn't stop smiling I'm gonna sock him in the face." Which was ridiculous to say, so of course I didn't stop smiling. So he threw three punches. Fortunately, I can take punches and he was drunk so he may as well have thrown some pillows at me.
Ryan pulled the car over and dragged Danny out where they proceeded to argue vehemently about me. Then things got scary -- one of the girls slid into the driver's seat and took off around the block. After we'd circled the block once, and nearly died several times, we convinced her to park and I took over in the driver's seat while we waited for Danny and Ryan to finish arguing.

They did and Danny insisted that he be taken to his car. So we set off, leaving me absolutely confused because, oh yeah, my car was in Providence and Danny's was in Warwick. Not the same place. Not even nearly.

So I spent the night hanging out with Ryan and his girls, and ended up crashing there and cuddling with Ryan. When I woke up my shirt was missing. Uh.......okay?
Anywho, despite all of his protestations that he was looking for a boyfriend (which I am too, though I was hesitant to say it because I know that can be used as a line and frequently is), he wouldn't give me his phone number. He said he'd give it to me when I was working later that day, and although he did stop in. Briefly. Very briefly.

There's more to this story that I'm not going to go into, but let's just say I'm keeping my fingers crossed but I'm prepared for the worst with this guy.
'Sides, there's Jon, who's sweet and has caused way less trouble. He's just difficult to hang out with, which is extra hard for someone who's an attention whore like me.

Meanwhile, yesterday, Joey and I had a fight which ended up sorting out our issues so now he's back on the "choices" list although I have a sincere feeling that we're going to end up being just friends.

Tonight I was going to stay in, but Justin urged me to go out to Mirabar (it's theirs and Energy's karaoke night, which also means no cover). So I went out (much to mom's chagrin). I walked into Mirabar and saw Justin and as I walked towards him ran into Ryan and the girls from before, all of whom were thrilled to see me. Ryan said he'd found my shirt.
So I split the night between Justin and his friend Preston, Ryan and his girls, and the bartender Henry who I think had had too much of his product and was seriously hitting on me. Not unless I get a job out of it, sorry babycakes. :P (SO kidding!)
Justin and Preston decided it would be cool to visit Energy, so we did -- but I dragged a phone number out of Ryan first. The Karaoke was bad. I ran into lots of people there though -- PacSun (who I rarely see but it's always nice to see him), Josh (who I'd been kind of passively trying to avoid), DJ (from XL), Shawn (Josh's ex who he still hangs out with), Ivan and Jaymes (both bartenders at Energy) and....Kenny and John!! I had tried to reach them for forever but never got through and then here they were! So we caught up and I informed John about my birthday celebrations because I would probably cry if they didn't come out with us at least once that weekend. I was so excited to see them, they're amazing. So that made my night enough that I can overlook whatever drama broke out between DJ and Josh.

I sent Ryan a text, just to make sure it is his number because of how, y'know, I have trust issues especially when somebody's so reluctant to give you their number. (And he was pouty because I couldn't spend the night at his place again.)

So I talked to Jon tonight. Twice, which was exciting. And we're making plans to see each other again which is good. Of my various "options" I think he's my favorite, but I know myself and I am going to be miserable dating someone who I never get to see. Hopefully in two weeks he'll have more time (he just put in his two weeks at one of his three jobs).

So it's been an exhilarating and exciting past few days!

"Another Ray of Sunshine..."

So, I'm sick.

But I haven't let that hold me back.

I had been in denial over my being sick for several days -- "allergies" I told everyone. Last night, when the fever started, it became an unavoidable fact. I'm sick, again.

Of course, the fever started while I was driving to Stallions to say bye to my friends who work at that club. Too late to change my plans now, I reasoned. So I stayed at Stallions for a while, then I headed out to Club XS to say bye to everyone. By the time I got to XS I was so sick I basically passed out on a couch in one of the little private rooms. Most people found me, some people didn't, which was fine. I left early and passed out in my bed in the dorm for a little under twelve hours. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat.

I started packing, then I headed over to the apartment to do some more painting and moving stuff. Katie is going to be gone for a few days, so I was trying to get as much done for her as I could. In my sick state, I didn't end up getting as much done as I had hoped.

I am now finishing up packing. My plan is to be all packed when the parents (and my brother who is coming after all, although we didn't think he'd be able to) get here. I'll take them over to the apartment, we'll throw some more stuff in (and steal the Swiffer), and then we'll come back to the dorm, pack up the cars, Swiffer the floor, and be gone (although we will have to stop by the apartment again, I'm realizing, if we borrow the Swiffer).

Mom wants to visit Chocolate World, which while I'm not opposed to that, I'd really like to just go and get home to Rhode Island as soon as possible, you know? And I'm not sure how to get to Chocolate World anyways.

What's this? What's this?

A real live post? An update? Whoa!!

Okay, so, where to begin...OMG, you all haven't heard about my life since April 6th! God, do I even remember that far back?

Well, there was Easter break. A long weekend. I did not go home, I stayed with my friend Katie, who I will be living with for the next two years. This was when the whole friends bailing on me thing took place. We also rented the movie Mrs. Henderson Presents, starring Judi Dench. It was AMAZING. I highly recommend renting it as soon as you can!

Well, the schoolwork began piling up when we returned to classes. And the musical, which I was not a part of, was gearing up for their opening night. They were putting on Hair, and it had been a major fiasco the whole way through production (confirming that my idea of avoiding the theater department this semester was a good idea.) I did decide, however, to usher their opening night so that I could see the show for free.

It was terrific. First of all, it was filled with audience interaction, and being that I was sitting in the front and the whole cast knew me...a great deal of that interaction was directed at me. Ezra put his ass in my face, not that I was complaining about that, Elyse played with my hair during the song "Hair" -- which was shortly before Elyse and Alyssa gave me lap dances. Not long after that, Regina pulled me on stage and had me dancing with the cast. Then she let go of my hand and walked away -- with me like a yard away from my seat! I sort of scrambled to get back. But it was a lot of fun!
Any of you who lived through the '70s remember Hair, I'm sure. This young cast of talented college students managed to make it totally accessible to today -- without actually doing that nude scene I'm sure ya'll are thinking of. Why no nude scene? Because Equus is not a play about nudity or sex. Think about it.

It was just after ushering that I ran back to my dorm, hottified myself, and went to go do my "tour guide" routine. The Occupational Therapy department has this assignment they give out for their students to "leave their comfort zones". To many of their students, one way of doing this that they recommend is going to a gay club. I have taken several O.T. students out with me, and I'm thinking of charging the O.T. department next year for each group I am the "guru of gay" for.
Anyways, one of the straight boys I could easily be in love with is dating one of the O.T. girls I was bringing out, and since he and I are friends he decided to come too. They followed me over to Stallions in their car, we all got out....and I screamed when I saw him.
He looked like a stereotypical gay person. He even had an ear piercing. I demanded to know when he'd done the piercing, and he told me it was magnetic, which calmed me slightly. Until I got inside and noticed the very subtle eye make up.
He had decided that, since he was tagging along, he was going to have his own kind of fun. We cooked up a scheme to see how many people we could convince he was gay. My friends John and Mark helped (because I can't teach someone to be gay on my own, but the three of us...oh yeah, it's like the Fab 5 only with two less people!) It became a huge subject of debate in the club -- and occassionally I still hear people talk about it! No one could decide!

Soon after that was the theater clubs NYC trip. We went out to New York for a day. We were let loose in the city for a while -- the group of kids I was hanging out with went to eat at Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co., then we went to Toys'R'Us. Then we all met up at the theater to see Spamalot. It was okay -- I am not sure there was enough material in there to warrant it being a whole play. It was very much like the movie. And all the animation in it? I'm sorry, I'm a firm believer in: if you need to have animation in your play, it probably ought to be a movie. And there was a lot of animation. But it was funny, it was fun, a good time was had by all.

The following weekend was what we call on this campus "T.G.I.S." Thank God It's Spring if you're an administrator. Thank God I'm Smashed if you actually know what's going on. Friday night was....well, honestly, I can't tell you. I don't remember most of it. I don't like tequila, I do like white sangria, I chug excellently and we will never speak of it again. Deal? Deal.

Saturday I had to work. But I wasn't working for XS, although that's where I was dancing. I was dancing for DJ Seth Gold (a friend of mine), who is doing a tour for Instinct magazine that is sponsored, I guess, by Andrew Christian. It's called the Black Out Tour and if you get a chance to go, GO!!! What a night!!!
First of all, I got free AC undies. $30.00 value, I just checked on the site. Also a free visor, which you'll see in the photos. The night started with just myself and my friend Austin dancing.
Literally within a minute of my getting up on stage, the trouble started. A guy, drunk as hell already, jumped up on the stage and started grinding up against me, pushing me backwards -- into the speaker that's standing behind me. Anyways, I'm pushing him forward, but he's bigger than me and I'm signaling for security with one hand. I did manage to angle him so that we fell over the speaker without breaking it or knocking it over.
Drunk guy gets up and starts dancing on my box again, and security is all trying to reason with him. He's way too drunk for the conversation thing though. Anyways, what ends up happening is DJ Seth Gold's assistant, Lance -- who is my hero because of this, no lie -- grabs his legs and pulls him off the stage. We all resume our pre-psychopath activities, but the drunkard is back....grabs my legs, and pulls me off the stage and throws me on the floor. I caught myself, got up and went back to dancing after shooting him my "I will fuck you up" glare. He gets up on stage again and procedes to profess his love to me.
Thankfully, security got the hint and threw the poor little shit out.
Two dancers, who were awesome as hell, from New York, arrived and joined Austin and I. It ended up a crazy but amazing party that was so much fun!
In the middle of the party, I was in for a small surprise. You may remember James -- the incredibly tall love interest of mine around New Year's? He disappears for a month or so at a time and then reappears. Well, it had been two months and this time I didn't just think I was over him, I knew I was over him. He hadn't crossed my mind for probably a month. Well, he shows up XS, gives me a big hug and swings me around and guess what? Apparently I'm not over him -- and that kind of annoys me.

Speaking of crushes, in the past few weeks things have changed there too. I'm pretty much over Josh but I have a new one that I can tell you isn't going anywhere. I do think there's a mutual attraction, and I think he'll probably still be single when I get back from the summer (more that he has very high standards so he doesn't date often, than anything). Problem? It's the guy who first got me my job at abercrombie. As in, he's kind of my boss (though not really, it's kind of complicated situation there, I suppose.)

Oh, in the midst of all of this schoolwork, partying, and chaos....Katie and I got our apartment and paid our first rent!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!

This past weekend was pretty crazy....I'll tell you all about it soon!!

I'm still trying to get more photos from the Blackout party too, so expect to see more!!

So, while I'm logged into Blogger I thought I'd leave a short little update...I went from being extremely busy to overdrive-stressed-out today.

You see, I'd scheduled myself very nicely, getting everything done with time to spare.
Except for one teensy problem.
The audition in Philly that I have on Wednesday is, aside from being an awesome step for my career, also my final for Acting class. I thought it'd be a short part-of-a-day in Philly and I would have the morning and that night to do work.
We're leaving at 10 am, and we probably won't be back until 6:30 pm. If we're lucky.
AND Katie and I have to sign the lease for our apartment at 9 that morning.
Which gives me, if I'm lucky, four hours of prime work-doing time on Wednesday. I'm so screwed...

So, back to the old grind. God I want to gradaute. Two more years, just two more years...

I shot the sheriff professor

Seriously, I'm about to.

So, in my comm. class today, we all got up to do PowerPoint presentations and then at the end he basically told us all we flat out sucked. We modeled our frikkin' PowerPoints after the guidelines HE gave us and the ones HE shows us in class!!!!!!!!!! He hasn't TAUGHT us anything, so we assumed we should follow by example.

Oh, and how about the part where we have to go BUY a camera. And, yes, then we have to pay for the BATTERIES!! (And it's not digital so it's worthless other than class, basically, since I don't have a scanner.) This is of course after the $50 we paid for a stupid frikkin' thumb drive AND however many hundred we spent on the books (yes, plural) for his class AND what his class costs in tuition when you do the math.........all for a class I haven't learned shit in!

He's just lucky I didn't have any sharp objects with me, cause I sit in the first row and I would've been at him before anybody could've stopped me. Not that anyone in that class would have since we were ALL pretty livid.
Like, it's one thing to provide constructive criticisms. It's different to get up and say "Really, everything I've seen was inept. Those were awful." which is what he did.

In brighter news, Katie and I have decided which apartment complex we want to live in. YAY!!