"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!

My Hero!

My dad met President Jimmy Carter once. I believe it was before he was elected, but I could be wrong. Anyways, my dad speaks about him in this respectful, reverent way that he saves for a very select group of people. Among these people are Johnny Depp, who my father (an actor himself, who taught me nearly everything I know about the art) considers the best actor in the world.

Anyways, I think this article confirms for me exactly why he is so respectful of Jimmy Carter. Unfortunately, it will probably change my father's opinion on Carter if he sees it. Oh well.

Let me catch you up on the recent activities in my life, because -- as always -- I have been busy!

Wednesday night I watched Lost with mom. Oh. My. GAH!!! And that's all I'm gonna say about it.
Then I borrowed five bucks and went out to Mirabar. I ran into a lot of people there I hadn't seen in a while. Craig, for instance. Also Ryan, Rob, Dave, Mark. Also, I encountered my new friend Justin. I'm ignoring the potential drama that I believe surrounds him and some other friends of mine, it's all just loose ends and I'm hoping they stay that way for the time being. I'm ignoring it so much in fact, that that is all I'm going to say about it.
I will say that apparently, I met Preston -- who works at Mirabar -- prior to Wednesday. I don't recall this, but he did. Which is cool, he's perfectly nice. And attractive, which means he's permitted to be friends with me even when I'm being totally shallow (which is...what...87% of the time? :P)

Today I went out to buy my book for class. They swiped my credit card. And then a minute later they swiped it again.
My credit card was denied. I don't have 174 dollars left on my credit card. I have sixty.
And my parents own 36 (accessible) dollars, apparently.
And my rent is due next Friday.
I have this feeling I really ought to be panicking right now, but I'm oddly not.

But that was how my whole day went. Everything that should have been simple became complicated. After class (which was actually quite fine), and a quick drive around Providence looking for free parking, I came home and have decided that if I stay in bed everything will be okay. So far, that's holding true except that my window is open and the pollen outside is making me sneeze. I can deal with that though.

Tomorrow, I think I am going to call A&F and try to get as many hours as possible and, possibly, get switched to being full-time. I will also go to Mirabar and try desperately to get a job. I'm starting to think the best thing for me to do is work at both Mira and XL.
Unfortch, that means no partying time...which also means canceling my plans for my birthday and having a third craptastical birthday in a row. I dunno, I'm in a quandary.

"If in heaven you don't excel, you can always party down in hell!"

I know usually I do Cyanide & Happiness on Wednesday, but since I've been bad since Sunday, I'm going to tell you everything that's going on.

Firstly, I'd like to say the musical The Wild Party seems to have the best songs for exhibiting my philosophies about life. You should definitely check it out.

So, anyways, Monday I worked at Abercrombie & Fitch. It was lots of fun -- especially since RGIS was coming in to do inventory. Woot. Woot. So we had to refold everything, absolutely everything, in the store so that the tag stuck out. And we had to keep it all orderly. And, oh yeah, they closed the stockroom several hours before the end of the day so we could no longer restock the floor or help customers find anything that wasn't out. It was kind of a rough day. But I enjoyed it. I do love working for that company.
Also, one of my partners-in-crime, Hannah, showed up to get her job back now that school is over. So, that was exciting. Soon the dynamic duo of Hannaham will be back in action. I just made up that Hannaham name just now.

Now, I don't know if any of you have been in any A&Fs lately but this season's posters are so hot. Lots of "almost kisses", and for people who love to see kisses, like myself, that's very cool. Even if the posters are also (mostly) very hetero.
(The picture above is not a poster from this season. He's got too much clothes on for that.)

I did not go out Monday night because I had the pleasure of opening the store Tuesday morning. I worked all day, but it wasn't too bad. I fixed the damn jean walls, I steamed, I restocked the floor using the USR sheets, I folded clearance (I'm always folding clearance -- if you are ever in an A&F looking at clearance do me a favor and do not carelessly root through the piles and make a mess on the table. That's okay in Hollister, but not in A&F!)

I got off work, went home, ate, napped, then woke up and got ready to go to class (which included wolfing down a too-hot frozen dinner in five minutes). My first night class. Ever. Some of you know that I am taking a class in Italian this summer -- this was it. My first one.
And I was fifteen minutes late thanks to a massive traffic jam caused by a car breaking down in the middle lane of I-95, during the already horrendous rush hour traffic! Of course, I was driving in the middle lane. Total shitshow, I'm telling you.

So, I parked in the Civic Center parking garage. I had, in my panic of being late, forgotten that students are supposed to park in the Convention Center parking garage. They both start with C, I was frazzled, I made a mistake. We'll get back to that little drama later.

Anyways, went to class, it was fine. I wasn't the only one late as I wasn't the only one who took I-95. I am far ahead of the rest of the class, but I am pretending I'm not too far ahead so she doesn't make an example of me too often. We went quickly though. Unfortch, she said we were going to be stopping just before future tense. Which means we'll cover the tenses I pretty much remember and it will all be review, except for the vocab. Mostly though, it'll be an easy four credits and it'll cover my Modern Language requirement for Core Curriculum; and that's what I need.

So, I stopped by Club Energy which is right across the street from the club. I said hi to Jaymes, who works there and who I know. I asked if anyone else I knew was there (namely Ivan) but apparently Ivan gets off work at 9 there on Tuesdays. So I will go to class early from now on, so I can stop in and say hi to Ivan. I will have to figure out where he's partying these days and when too. He always goes to the best parties.

So I continued on my way back to parking garage. And discovered that it was closing. Like, had one door open and it was only an exit. So I hurried to my car, and drove to the exit. And then I realized my mistake. And looked at the prices. And didn't have enough to pay. So I'm panicking, and I explain the situation to the guy at the gate.
And he goes "Give me your ticket." So I did. And he punches something into his computer and then he says, "Have a nice day." And the gate opens and I'm free!

So of course, then I went to Club XL. I tipped one dancer, Antonio, who is the hottest one there (and that means a lot coming from me!). He's cool and we kind of befriended each other, so that was awesome. I mean, we'll get closer.
Especially considering what happened next. I'm discussing with Pot Pie the need for me to get a night job for extra cash, and how I'm uncomfortable with the nudity at XL but how I'm not great with mixing drinks which I would need to do at Mirabar.
So he suggests I work at a shotboy at XL. So at the end of the night, we go to Scott (who owns the place) and he explains that I'd like a job. Scott goes "I have four people looking for the shotboy job, but come in Sunday after 9 o'clock and audition. Wear cute and tight underwear."
So now I'm auditioning to be a dancer at Club XL on Sunday night. And I'm so nervous.