"We'll be VIP with the movie stars..."

I promise this entry will have more pictures soon. Or I hope so. As soon as they get on Facebook...cause I didn't take any of them, I have to steal them from other people and the rule of the weekend was that you were not allowed to see any pictures until they were up on Facebook.

The show was awesome. AWESOME. The audience even understood it, which I think is a testament to the talent of the entire cast. It's a difficult show, and it's long. And if you don't do it right it can easily be boring. But no -- we pulled it off. I think we all can be very proud of ourselves at this point.

After opening night, I went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The weekend of or following Halloween every year (well, for the past five years) our school has shown the movie -- and had a cast acting it out in front of the screen. The girl who had started it -- a legend in her own right on this campus and a friend of mine (not gonna lie I'm friends with most of the more recent campus legends :-P) came to see it although she graduated last year. Another campus legend , alumnus, and one of my best friends also was there to see it (he also saw my show) so it was kind of a reunion of sorts. :)
Also, the guy who played Rocky, Matt? Funny story. He's incredibly hot with one of the cutest faces *ever*. And then it slowly dawned on me -- he was the same guy who Boy-Anthony had made out with that oh-so-dramatic weekend while Anthony and I were dating. Matt is bi, but dating a girl (who Anthony had also made out with that night). I wasn't upset about Anthony's drunken tonsil hockey, and I'm still not. Now though? I'm envious. :-P I didn't go talk to him though, I thought "Hey, you made out with my ex-boyfriend before we broke up, isn't that crazy?" might be an awkward conversation starter.
Anyways, the Rocky Horror Picture Show went really well. I wish I'd had time enough between my show and theirs to get dressed up, but alas...no such luck. I still had a lot of fun, and I learned even more of the call lines. "Waiter, there's a transvestite in my soup" still remains one of my favorites.
I hope I can have time to be in the show next year. Cross your fingers!

The next day I slept until pretty much show time, then went and we had another great performance. Not quite as good as the first night, but the second show is always the worst night for any show. Opening night is usually the best as far as energy goes. Second night everyone is tired, so...it usually ends up technically pretty good, but actually...crappy. After that all the shows are at the usually very good and at this happy medium of technically good and full of energy.

We had the first of probably several cast parties last night. First most of us went to the diner and did our usual "La Vie Boheme" routine of pushing a whole bunch of tables together, coming in at seperate times, and making a loud scene.
The nice thing about our local diner (actually all the area diners I know of) is that they loooooove the people who are loud and make things interesting. Like the theater kids when they're all hyper from a show they just did. So they loved us, this one woman who works there gave us coupons to the hairdressing place that she works. So, yay for the super cheap haircut I'm gonna get!
Then we all went to our House Manager's apartment and had a typical college party and it was a lot of fun.

The picture is of me with a pillow at the apartment. This was before anyone had started drinking -- once the alcohol came out, the pillow disappeared rather quickly and I'm not sure where it went.
And yes, I know my hair is AWFUL, but it was still glued down from the show.

Also, an apology...for some bizarre and probably stupid reason, I'm getting errors when I try to comment on blogs on here so the fact that I'm not commenting does *not* mean I have nothing to say or that I'm a jerkface asswad. I mean, I might be a jerkface asswad but it has nothing to do with my lack of comments. :-D

"Forget what we're told, before we get too old..."

And just think, if I owned a camera I could have that very same picture!

That's right, today I was in the gay area of Philadelphia. For about an hour. That's like a fifth of the time we spent getting to and from Philly, but oh well.

Well, let's start from the beginning because it was a busy day. First my alarm went off. I stumbled over to it and hit "snooze". Next thing I know I'm waking up again. So I lie awake for a second and then the alarm goes off again. So I went over and turned it off.

So, later on I head off to breakfast. I get there, I eat, nothing special. On the way to my car, I run into my friend Elyse. We begin to chat, most specifically about our romantic lives. She tells me she's heard that people saw Anthony making out with someone other than me at a party on Friday night. Okay, so I know he did that, he told me so I was cool with it. But at this point, that means there's a rumor going around school that I'm being cheated on. How do I nip that in the bud? Well, easy way is the same easy way to deal with his trust issues -- dump him. But I kinda don't want to.

Anyways, that's neither here nor there.
There was an Eagles game tonight. You know what that means? THREE HOURS FROM LANCASTER TO PHILLY! Justin, Danny, and I were not pleased. But getting there made up for it, that's for sure! The streets were filled with music, laughter, happiness, the occassional lesbian catfight (okay, one, and the bitches nearly landed on me :-P). Full of life and vibrance.

Also there were haters, drag queens, and the occassional person dressed as a zombie or a Pacific Island cannibal...but what can ya do? :-P

So, we zooooooooooomed back to Etown so I could be in time for auditions. You see, I'm directing a one act play in our one act festival. Unfortunately, I was still late. Fortunately, my stage manager Keith was there. He is such a life saver.

Anyways.......a whole lot's gone on since I started this post. And now I have four hours between now and my first class of the week........so I'll relate it all later.

In the meantime, my thoughts and prayers are going out to my Muse, my friend Matt in Massachusetts, and Pete Ross. May your days get brighter.

A question....

If he doesn't remember being an asswad, can I still be pissed about it?

This is sort of like that "If a tree falls in the wood, and no one is around to hear it..." thing, isn't it?

"I console myself that Hallmark cards are true, I really do..."

So, in first news: I have definitely only *just* gone back to see if I have any comments on any posts. I was delighted to find that I did -- which means I actually have readers! You're not just imaginary people! That has made my day in ways that you don't even know. So, I would like to thank Heather of Thoughts from the Void and Pete Ross, our very own Porn Rebel, for lighting up this dark and dreary day.

Now, I'm about to expose to you all just how incredibly jaded I am. This is something I usually try to keep hidden, but I tend to be highly distrustful of men. And, as per usual, when I let down that guard I have and actually date someone, it turns out I'm just being an idiot.
Now as some of you know, I've been a little more than unsure of my relationship (if you can call it that) with Boy-Anthony. I did, last night, confirm that I'm just second-guessing myself and I do actually like him. Unfortunately, this occurred because I was so upset with him.

You see, he had told me that he was going to go to a club, that he'd called off work, probably in Philly. That's fine. I had a birthday party I had to go to.
While I'm at the party, he calls and lets me know he's on my campus. I told him I wasn't on campus, but I would be back in a couple hours and I would call him. When I returned to campus I called him -- three times. He did not answer, he did not call back. So I just sort of chilled in my dorm room. I'm listening to (surprise, surprise) Savage Garden when suddenly I hear a knock on my door. Loud, frantic knocking. And then someone going "Graham, Graham!" So I stop the music, and open the door to find two of the guys on my floor -- both drunk, standing there.
"Anthony says it's over!" one of them says.
"Yeah, some guy said it."
"He said something about you don't know how to make a phone call. Or answer your phone!"
Okay, so I get that Boy-Anthony's probably shitfaced, but sending people up three flights of stairs to tell me this instead of doing it himself? That on its own would piss me off. But that lame excuse of phone calls too? Call me Livid.
So I called him, and he called back a few minutes later. No idea what the two guys were talking about. But then again, he can barely remember his own name, he's that drunk. He tells me to meet him at the diner with some of his friends.

I get to the diner, and I'm doing the good boyfriend thing. He couldn't read the menu, so I ordered for him -- exactly what he wanted (well, he didn't want the water I made him drink...). I helped him stand up when he didn't feel like sitting. I put up with him telling me to "Fuck off" over and over and over whenever I wanted him to sit down or drink his water.
And I'm not mad when he tells me he made out with a cute girl tonight, cause you know what? At least he's telling me. I agree with Darren Hayes, "I believe trust is more important than monogamy". When I mention that, Boy-Anthony also mentions "I might have done something with a boy tonight, but I don't remember." I'm still not mad, he's being honest.

And then he gets pissed at me. He gets mad at me because of two things: 1) I won't do anything with him while he's drunk. That's part of my rule, either both parties are sober or both parties are drunk when sexual acts occur. If both parties are drunk, then it's either something they both want or its a mutual not-thinking-straight. If both parties are sober, you know they both want it. There's no danger of taking advantage of someone.
2) He's mad because apparently he heard from two drunk people who don't even know me that I'm fucking some guy at my school. Which, I'm not. I don't even know who they're talking about. Then Boy-Anthony makes insinuations about myself and my friend Cody, who I *almost* dated at one point but we're both very much over each other. I was just like "Yeahno." But that pissed me off -- he's the one doing shit with other people, and he's pissed at me? He has that little trust in me? How can you date someone you have no trust for?

I told him I would call him today. I haven't. But I should. Probably now-ish.
But, hey, I've had a good rant.

Thanks again for the comments, they really did cheer me up! :)