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 a clown, cause I laugh at angels."

Remember back in the day when I used to do a weekly hottie? How many of you are interested in me resuming that practice? Let's have a show of hands, or rather, comments.

I'm feeling kind of blah today.
Okay, it's really been kind of all week.
I figured out why. I'll give you a hint. Boys. And a teensy bit of self-loathing for my total fear of rejection that renders me absolutely unable to talk emotions roughly 95% of the time.
The Daniel Bedingfield song "Gotta Get Through This" is totally helping right now. I'm a little shocked there's nothing by Darren Hayes or Savage Garden that is ringing true, cause you know how less-than-three that divine angel of music.

Moving on....I'm running errands today.
First, I need to get gas. That is going to hurt. A lot. Last time I filled up, which was in my rental, it cost me slightly over fifty dollars. You can bet your ass, I will not be filling up, at least not from E, for a looooong ass time . Putting in twenty bucks and that is all.
Seriously, gas hurts.

I'm bringing my class schedule over to American Eagle so I can be on the schedule now that I'm back in Pennsylvania. I sort of implied I'd do this yesterday, but I simply never got my act together and got out of the house. It was that blah feeling. But the sooner I'm working, the better, because lord almighty I need money.

I have to go grocery shopping. We have food, yes. Katie went shopping when she got back from the holidays about a week before I did. Unfortch, Katie went shopping thinking "Oh, it's about week before Graham gets here..."
I am unable to eat almost everything in my own kitchen.

Tonight I have to go to XS and talk about some shiz with the boss.
See, I came back and I sent a message to the manager who the owners had kinda put in charge of us dancers to let him know that I was back, right?
He sent me a message back saying that they don't have dancers at XS anymore.
Now, not that I'm incredibly pissed over this (okay, I kinda am) but shouldn't I have at least gotten a message on Myspace, if not an e-mail or a phone call? Like, normally you let people know when you're firing them, right? That's not some kind of workplace myth, is it?
So, anyways, I just need to let them know I'm irked. I'm not looking for my job back, I'm looking for still not having to pay cover even though I don't work there.
I mean, after all, their 18+ Thursday night draws people in from as far away as Baltimore, and who was it that told them to have it on Thursdays and lower the cover to $5.00? Who was there for every single lame-ass 18+ Tuesday night despite my morning Wednesday classes at the time? Give you a hint, his name starts with a G. :P
Loyalty, that's what it's all about.

It's going to be my first night out since I got back to PA. How lame that it'll be so marred.

Also, if anyone knows places looking for go go boys....
I know that Town is always looking and I saw recently that Chris Ryan was looking for some. Both those are hugely far away, but it could be worth it.

I never really discussed my New Years Resolutions, did I? Right, here they are:

• Start paying more attention to my health
• Take all of my pills all of the time
• Work out
• I need a work out buddy
  
• Eat more, eat better
• Schedule the doctor's appointments I'm supposed to make
• Get my elbow looked at -- it still doesn't straighten all the way. It's been a long ass time.
  
• Start modeling as much as possible
• Get hotter
• Work out
• Remember the Jergens!!
• Audition for a theater production outside of school

So there you have it folks.