Honey, honey, how you thrill me, ahuh!

Oh my, what a weekend we've had!

So, Wednesday night was our big event and it was FABULOUS. Lots of people came, some of whom I haven't seen in ages! Awesome Kong and Roxxi were amazing and SO MUCH FUN!

And then, at two in the morning, the club closed and Chris and I began our drive to Rhode Island. We arrived at my parent's house at 8:15 am and got in an hour nap, got ready and then the family began to arrive for Thanksgiving dinner. We ate that then sped off to his family's Thanksgiving, then returned to my parents house to rest and sleep.

Friday we went out in Providence, figuring we would go up early, leave early, and then get a head start on Saturday's drive. The plan started well, but we didn't leave the clubs til 1:00 am and then we decided we were hungry and we stopped at Bickford's. And we got home at about 3:30 am and slept til 11:00 am -- which was when we planned to leave -- and then began our drive at noon.

We were home by about 6:00 pm. We ate, showered, and got ready to go out. We went down to DC and hit up BeBar where two of my friends were having a birthday, then we went to Town because Chris' friend was there. We headed back fairly early by DC standards, slept, and then this week began.

Here's the thing about this week: my senior project has to be done by the end of it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

"You have no idea what you do to me, or what I'll do to you."

I really really need to write in this more. It's sort of fallen by the wayside while I deal with all my stresses as of late. Let me recap what's been going on:

Bio -- I'm failing. Woo! I'm working on it though, and since we're no longer going over chemical stuff I think I can recover.

Comm -- makes me want to cry. Why is this my minor again?

Theater -- this is just my senior project. It's going. Not as well as I'd hoped, but it is definitely progressing. Slowly. I almost have a cast!

Finances -- I'm drowning terribly. The job hunt is not going well, I think I'm going to have to go back to Abercrombie -- but I can't make the interviews because I have class then. Agh! Time to see if one of my former managers can pull some strings.
Oh! Did I mention our bills and things? This "real life" shit blows. I never saw the appeal of staying in college and living on campus for forever before, but I'm starting to get it. A little too late, I might add.

In other news, Chris and I went to Out at Night at Six Flags: Great Adventure in New Jersey. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun. Ridiculous amounts. We met up with some of my friends from NYC and had a great time. Chris actually got me to go on Batman -- of course, my eyes were shut for almost all of it. Beside the point, I still went on it.

I went home this past weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday. I think I really needed to be not in PA too. I was way more relaxed, even though I don't have my own room anymore. I stayed with Chris though so it worked out pretty well. :)

The drive back to PA though! OMG! First we missed the Tappan Zee Bridge because a bus was in the way, so there we are skirting around Manhattan to get to the New Jersey Turnpike (ew! Even Jersey fans have to admit, not the prettiest part of the state!) Of course while we're on the turnpike....the worst weather I have ever driven in sprung up around us from nowhere. We thought it was that hurricane, but apparently the hurricane was in Maine? I'm sorry, if that wasn't a hurricane, it should have been called one.

Today we had a group presentation in bio and I think it went well! So, that's a step in the right direction....

Week from Hell!!

Oh. My. God. This week sucked balls.

Let's start with the weekend actually.

I'm not sure I mentioned the new dancer who was starting? He's also a friend of Cody's -- great guy, and Joel told me to take him under my wing. So I did. I even so much as offered to go underwear shopping with him. We haven't yet -- and that's good! In a totally selfish way, I mean.

See, here's the thing -- even though I made more money than him (not by much) he was getting tons more attention than I was. Which is not a good indicator of future tips. So I need to step it up a notch. I'm getting some of that moisturizer stuff that gradually tans your skin. I'm ordering new and hotter underwear. I'm getting even more serious about my charm and wit on gay networking sites like Manhunt which -- little secret -- most of those (there's some exceptions) -- mostly I use those to stir up customers to come tip me. Does that make me a bad person?

So then Monday rolls around. And I'm deathly sick.
And my friend Sarah tells me that she's been put in charge of, basically, the entire Homecoming float for the drama club. Cause tomorrow, Saturday, is Homecoming.
And it's National Coming Out Week, which is kind of my baby this year. (Okay, I know it was really last week -- we moved it at my school. Next, we're moving Christmas. :P)
And it's crunch time for the main stage play I'm in.
And it's my last week at A&F. (Finished today!!! YAY! Except I don't have another job yet...)
Aaaaaaaaand it's the auditions week for the one acts, which I'm directing one because that's what you have to do when you are taking the Directing class -- a class I need to graduate. In fact, that's why I couldn't be at Club XS last night. Call back auditions.

In the past four days, I think I got eight hours of sleep. I won't be getting much sleep until Sunday night, actually.

Enough of my whining though, I have to go pretend to have a social life (but I'm really using my friends for their couch tonight, so I can get my couple hours of sleep on campus so I don't have to fight for parking tomorrow.)

Well, since Sue was so eager to hear about my studying and such....here's the to-do list for the past week or so....in no particular order

• Register for summer Italian class
• Register for summer Science class
• Finish Photo project for Comm.
• Finish iMove project for Comm.
• Prepare audition for Acting
  
• Audition in Philly
• Write final paper for Acting
• Write final paper for Anthro exam
  
• Take Comm. exam
• Take Anthro. exam
• Help create play for Theater History final
• Rehearse play for Theater History final
• Perform play for Theater History final
  
• Go to the registrar's office to discuss summer courses
• Call A&F to make sure I can get a job this summer
• Doctor's appointment!
• End of the year Theater banquet
  
• Begin work on National Coming Out Week projects for GSA

See, it's mostly all done! :)

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!!

The more stressed I get...

....the more wild my dreams of the future become.

It's always a test of how much stress I'm under to see how much more I have in my plans than "successful actor, doing stage and maybe some film and TV, living in a fairly cheap studio apartment in New York. A recognizable name, but not a Hollywood 'it' guy." That's the norm. That's as laid back as I come. It's realistic, it's not too hard to imagine me getting there, is it? It's

Here's what I have right now.
In ten years, I'm living in L.A. I'm heavily sought after for movies, action flicks, romantic comedies, chick flicks, and even "gay movies" -- not porn, mind you. Near porn, like Eating Out. I hang out with other stars like Lindsay Lohan (who I've been in at least one film with) and some of my friends who I have now. I am one of the stars of a soon-to-be-aired television series.
My house is a large fairly modern but far from ugly house in Los Angeles, possibly West Hollywood? Not the beach, but within walking distance of it.
I have sort of my own "team". My hair stylist is Theodore Leaf, who is on Shear Genius at the moment and who I totally think is going to win, he's a genius and an artist with hair. It's only him though because it's unrealistic to think that Laurie -- my hairdresser in Rhode Island who is always on the same wavelength as me -- would leave her home. (Pause for a second to reflect on that: realistic? Ha!) I don't know who my warddrobe stylist is going to be though...any thoughts? Maybe I'll just have somebody make clothes specifically for me....
My twin Brendan and I will own a club -- well, he'll run it (that's his dream, he once told me) and of course it will be the most amazing one anywhere. It will be in West Hollywood (not where he told me he wanted it to be, but hey, this is my stressed out fantasy!) I'll go there most nights with my posse of celebrities and our non-celeb friends (who will be pseudo-celebs just from their close proximity to us).

And these are the types of thoughts that keep me going at the end of the semester.

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...

Sorry for the lack of posts, I am swamped, ever-more-so, by school work. And, consequently, exhausted. I'll be back for sure in a few weeks when this is all over.

"Your problems don't exist when the music feels like this..."

I want to go back to the weekend.

I spent yesterday on a train, and it was awful. We were prob'ly 45 minutes late getting back to PA because the train would not leave stations for like twenty minutes. Get the people and leave, that's your job!!
Then I had to race around doing shit, and then I had to go buy things for my one act -- but I couldn't find anything I needed, not anywhere!

Then I had my one act rehearsal, not the dress rehearsal thank God -- but because Night A of the festival did have their dress rehearsal, we couldn't rehearse in the space. We spent most of the rehearsal wandering around from place to place looking for a good place to rehearse. We never found on, but my actress practiced hitting my actor over the head with the gun so I guess we accomplished something. It was very, very, very frustrating.

So, I came back to my room, all frustrated and in kind of bad mood. So when Boy-Craig IMed me (or did I IM him? I don't remember...), I was pretty pleased -- because, hey, who better to cheer me up, right? Except, no. Apparently, despite my attempts to be charming, the fact that I was honest and talked about my dancing (not a lot, mind you) made Craig's mother hate me.
Of course, if I'd been less surprised to see Craig's mother, it probably would have dawned on me that Craig's had bad experiences with dating dancers before and obviously, mom would know and would be wary. But I didn't ask if anyone else was at Olive Garden, or who, so it's not my fault.
I screwed up, and I apologized, profusely. But the damage was done, and now Craig is all "I don't know, I don't know" second guessing himself again. His mother said I reminded her of his ex. His ex, of course, was dancing behind his back, cheating on him, sleeping around, and all around deserves to be castrated and then thrown off a helicopter into the Sahara. I'm nothing like his ex, which I explained to him. He said he knew...but if he knows that, then why is he letting his mother's comment bother him so much? I mean, I understand being bothered by the fact that his mother doesn't like me, but being bothered by that comment?
AGH MEN!

Then I woke up today not feeling very good but I got all ready for classes and work. Then I went to class. While I was there, Christine, who I work with at abercrombie, called and told me they were trying to cut hours and that I didn't need to come in. So, yay that. So I came back to my room and passed out until 3:30, pretty much.

I'm still feeling pretty gross but I really need to track down a folding chair.

I just want my weekend back. It was simple, it was spectacular.

I have never been so excited...

...about shaving.

The director of Arcadia was forbidding the guys to shave, because apparently there is not yet a design for hair, and facial hair is included in that. So we were told: no haircuts, no shaving.

The thing is, facial hair makes me look like a hobo or an addict. And I'm interviewing for jobs. I explained this to my director today, and mentioned that no butlers have beards. No butlers ever have had beards, to my knowledge. Sideburns, sure. Mustaches, of course. Beards, no.

To my surprise and my delight, he informed me that I could, in fact, shave. But I can tell no one in the cast. Fortunately, no one in the cast reads this (I think) so...we're good.

To continue on with the good news, I have pretty much okayed to direct "How Do You Like Your Blue Eyed Boy" in our Fall One Act Festival. For now, that's all I'm gonna say. But wait a bit, because this play is intriguing, deep, and deals with important issues that the media frequently overlooks these days. (Although, there was a time when they kind of took the forefront.)

And, to continue the string of exciting theatrical news, our campus theater club met for the first time this semester tonight. Last year, I was on the club's executive cabinet, but I adamantly refused to serve on it again this year. As per tradition, my role as Club Council Representative was passed on to a freshm--er, excuse me, "first-year". This blog is all about that political correct bullsh--er, bovine byproduct.
He's new to theater in general, but he's a male so he'll be invaluable to the theater program (we are distinctly short on men).

By some bizarre coincidence, he is the only witness who didn't know me (and therefore, the only one who found it odd) when I was discussing, loudly, the pros and cons of eating Corn Pops at 7 pm in the cafeteria today. (The Corn Pops were warm, which was weird, so I didn't eat them. It was like they'd been incubated.)

And the last exciting thing is that tomorrow is Friday. I have no 9:30 class, I can sleep in! I get one class, it's in the middle of the afternoon! And then, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I get to begin my weekend! YAY!
Although that does mean that my primary concern will have to become the whole Mr. Shimmer thing. But, y'know, I'm less upset over it. I'm more concerned for Pablo (the current reigning Mr. Shimmer, who I am runner-up to) -- he's the one who's ridiculously flamboyant and going into the Air Force from Pennsylvania. The boy doesn't even a closet, I swear. He's gonna get his ass kicked daily.

"I want my silver spoon..."

"Don't need it right now, but I better get it soon!"

I love this song. "Great Big Stuff" from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels...

"I just want someone to love me....
FOR MY MONEY! OH YEAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Anyways, now that I've talked about myself, it's time to (in a very WB-TV show-esque way) catch you up on the various "story arcs" going on in my life right now.

I'm excelling in the theater department at school, currently participating in our main stage production (I'm playing Jellaby, the butler in Arcadia). For which I am not allowed to shave.

That is kind of an issue, actually. I'm also in a desperate hunt. Presently, my best bets for employment are either H&M (oh, I can only hope and pray!!) or Abercrombie & Fitch. However, since my previous "best bets" recently have all crashed and burned in a much less pleasant way than the similarly named Savage Garden song, we're not feeling too optomistic at the moment.

In an almost-job related area, the local club has just begun to work its way back into my life. And by "work its way" I mean, it's forcing through everything else. You see, in a brash attempt to show an ex-boyfriend that he was screwing with the wrong guy, I entered this pageant for the club title. I was successful in my goals -- I beat my ex-boyfriend's contestant (he was helping this one guy), but didn't win myself. I came in second. Today, however, I received a phone call from the winner of the pageant. He is leaving for the Air Force, soon. Which leaves me with a title I don't particularly want, nor do particularly have the amount of time I would like to devote to having this title. Worse still...this year's pageant is coming up in November. Which means, I get to jump in and finish planning, organizing, running, and hosting the pageant.

In the romantic aspects of this thing I call my life....well, that's not so exciting. I have a guy hitting on me who I am totally beyond uninterested in. I may or may not be going on a no-strings-attached-I'm-not-really-interested date with another guy who's been trying to woo me since the pageant we were just discussing. I figure it's been long enough he deserves a chance. And I mean, he's a sweet guy, calls when he says he will...who knows, it could be something good. I am, however, hung up on a guy in Rhode Island who's not interested in me at all. Eh...you win some, you lose some, right? Of course right.
So, mostly, my love life is being lived through the stories I hear from all of my friends. So, in that sense, man I get around. :P