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.

What a rip off!!

That's right.
You came here expecting to see a hot guy and have me pontificate about him.
And I'm not delivering, even though I am posting.

I swear, this is a one time deal, but I wanted to pontificate about something else. Gorgeous, some would say, but not why I'm talking about them: Hollywood "It" Girls.

I really just want to discuss this theory I have.
See, I was thinking about all of the fag hags, fairy princesses, fairy queens, fairy godmother, queer dears, fag honeys, homo bros, fruit flies, fairy collectors, whatever you want to call them, that I've met. And it occurred to me, the Hollywood "It" Girls sort of have a similar personality.

DISCLAIMER: The following is loaded with stereotypes and generalizations. Don't hate me, I'm just a young and impressionable teenager. For nine more days.

Now, before Jenny and Grace and Sue start getting all offended...don't.
What I mean is the usual personality is this: they're are able to equal and sometimes surpass their gays in fabulosity and in bitchiness. Usually incredibly outgoing and ridiculously social. They can be extremely attention-seeking, much like the stereotypical gay man but they love the attention from gay men. Part of the reason for this, I think, is because gays can be so critical. Y'know...
"How's my hair?" "Honey, it's....no."
Or, if it's a nicer gay...
"How's my hair?" "It's not bad. Let's go fix it."
Or a less-nice gay...
"How's my hair?" "It's great...if you're a rat looking for a place to live."

Now, take a look at the Hollywood "It" Girls. Fabulous? Yes, if a bit trashy sometimes (but we'll get to that). Bitchy? Hell yes. Outgoing? Incredibly so. Ridiculously social? Check. Attention seekers? Bingo.
They have many of the same personality traits -- so why are they so much worse than any of my amazing fruit flies?
No gays.
When was the last time we heard about Paris Hilton going to a gay bar or hanging out with her gay best friend (GBF)? Never! I swear, she does not have a GBF! (Travesty, right?)

With no way of getting that critical kind of attention from her main gays, she (and others like her) are forced to get it in other ways. By making trashy mistakes -- showing your firecrotch in public, for instance. Making bad decisions -- even DUI. The media gives them their criticisms. The fans give them their criticisms. And as much as they say the negative attention hurts their feelings -- and it probably does -- the fact is they keep making mistakes. Why? Because they need that attention, and they need it to keep coming. If they are well-behaved, it goes away.

So, the key to classing up this younger generation of Hollywood socialites is to get them some GBFs who can tell them their hair sucks and their clothes are too tight or they need to wear underwear with that skirt, and who can take them out to gay bars and help them to do the fairy princess activities that these "It" Girls clearly need to do.

I claim Lindsay Lohan as soon as she's out of rehab again.