Thank Goodness I'm Scandalous

So The Diary of Anne Frank is over. It went extremely well.

It was followed almost immediately by my elbow surgery. At some point, I'm sure I'll be glad I opted for getting my arthritis dealt with. Right now...not so much. I'm in agony, I feel totally useless and while everyone's been super sympathetic, I wish I had a little more company when I'm just stuck in my apartment. Phone calls at the very least.
Anyhow....I've been glad because I've been extremely high on Percocet.
Amanda moved in for my recovery period. She's been great taking care of me, but I'm totally wearing on her by taking up so much of her time.

Tuesday I think I was at my highest. At one point, I was out on this grassy part of our campus we call the Dell, and I was being totally loud and obnoxious. While I was out there, I saw this boy who is totally beautiful. I mean, I'd seen him before (many, many times), but that's not the point. The point is, I was (am) high as a kite on pain meds.
So an hour later, I'm on Facebook being nostalgic and adding people from my high school, some of whom I never liked or even spoke to (I blame the meds) when this boy appears on that new "People You May Know" thing which has yet to show me anyone I would actually want to add for any reason. (Of course, as I say that, I switch over to Facebook and see someone I do know in that very same box...) Anyways, of course I decide to send him a message. Here's the message:

I just randomly saw your Facebook and thought I'd say hi since I just saw you out on the Dell. I probably wouldn't normally do this, but I'm totally high on pain meds and I'm really bored right now, so I'm kinda like "whatever" but this'll probably be one of those "seemed like a good idea at the time" decisions. Oh well.
So...hi! Hope I wasn't too obnoxious on the Dell for you and your friends!

Naturally, he didn't answer. So, of course, as predicted, I realized that was, honestly, stupid. I've spent much of the week panicking about he and his friends' reactions and trying to go up to him and apologize.
I realized last night that I should just let it go, so I have. Now it's just a funny story about me being high on Percocet.

We started physical therapy on Thursday...it sucked. A lot.
Also Thursday, Amanda's friend from MA Corey came for a visit. He's been talking to Tyler in a romantic sense, so he came to visit both of them (cause ain't nobody coming to Amish country from New England to visit one person). Corey was here all weekend (mostly with Tyler, though, actually). He came with me to see some staged readings on Thursday though, which was good because going to shows alone is kind of lame and it's also kind of scary to be a cripple and be all alone.

Friday was Day of Silence. I've never failed before, but....this year, I found myself alone and in desperate need of Percacet, and I can't medicate myself because I can't open anything. So, I had to speak.
I also realized I was going to run out of Percacet over the weekend, so I called the doctor. Of course, it's a Friday night and he's gone for the weekend so I get stuck with the bitchy and stupid nurse who tells me she will get me a pain medicine. She also makes an appointment to get my stitches out (and tells me quite firmly that I have only the one option).
So they call me an hour later to tell me my prescription has been sent out. My prescription for Vicodin. Now before you druggies get all excited, let's compared Percacet and Vicodin -- which I didn't do until today, actually.
Percacet is an upper. Vicodin is a downer.
Percacet is much stronger than Vicodin so...Vicodin only dulls the pain, Percacet gets rid of it.
Not so thrilled about this change in medication.

Anyways, this weekend was TGIS at our campus. That stands for Thank Goodness It's Spring -- at least, officially it does. Depending who you ask, it can also mean "Thank God I'm Smashed", "Thank God I'm Slutty" or -- in the case of the shirts a number of us got -- "Tanked. Gone. Intoxicated. Smashed." The school plans all kinds of activities and the students plan all kinds of parties. It is the most social weekend of the year, and the purpose of it -- in my opinion -- is to make new friends. I consider TGIS a total failure if I am not adding at least five people I met that weekend on Facebook afterwards.
I knew I wouldn't be able to drink, with my medication and all, so I was just...y'know, flying high all weekend. I let Amanda go do her own thing as much as she wanted, and I agreed to stay on campus, on her floor on Friday night.

So, Friday, after the comedy improv show that a bunch of us went to, I met up with Elissa and we went partying. (At the party we went to, btw, the gorgeous guy from my previous embarrassing story was there.) Elissa had been abroad ALL semester so it was great seeing her again. I met two of Elissa's best friends as well as one of their boyfriends and this gorgeous straight guy who, technically, I'd met before briefly -- he'd taught me about these delicious orange gummy candies.
Saturday was the TGIS carnival, which we went to for food. (Everyone goes, seriously.) Brighid's cousin came, she's fabulous, we hung out with her. Then we went to a baseball game which was fun til it started to rain. We had to flee from the water, because my stitches can't get wet. The most gorgeous couple I ever saw helped me get Amanda's jacket on. I didn't catch their names from them, but from others I've gathered that their names are Heather and Charlie. They're both completely beautiful and as far as I'm concerned, total saints. Seriously, if I was a sculptor and I had two arms, I'd make a statue of them and call it "Peter Wishes He was This Kickass Holy".
Saturday night, I went to hang out with the straight boys. There was not much going on, but we all hung out and as usual, I had a blast. Honestly, that whole group of people (not just the boys though, the girls in the group as well) are my favorite people to hang out with. So Amanda and I were with them all night and had a blast. I met a couple new guys to adore in the same sort of way that I adore like Jake and Andrew and Ryan and both Mikes (etc). I felt bad though, because I kept calling Bridger before we got there, and then I got so overwhelmed, I never actually saw him.
Afterwards, Amanda and I hit up the TGIS dance. It was a BLAST. After a while, I found a good place where people hardly ever bumped into me and danced there with Ashton, cause she was the one around and I'd decided other places on the floor were dangerous so I opted out of bringing my other friends to me there. I still got bumped like twice, but far less than before.
Ashton was amazed that I could dance the way I was, with only one arm (my arm has to be in a sling when I'm in public, you see) but it made me realize: going clubbing like that will not be so bad cause I still have all my moves -- just without my left arm.

Anyways, that was my weekend. Today's been dull -- except for the never ending pain in my elbow that the Vicodin can't get rid of. There was actually a fair amount of drama this weekend too, but I've been high and didn't really notice most of it. I guess it must not have had to do with me and/or been that important.

"There were times when I wanted to hurt you, and there were times when I know that I did"

Things get crazier here all of the time. Since the last time I updated, a lot has happened, so I'm going to breeze through all of that and then talk about what's really on my mind right now.

Thursday, a large group of my friends went to XS. It was fun.

Friday was a party with friends from school, but Beau came with Katie and I too. The cutie charmed the socks right off everyone, myself included! There's some pictures, but to protect the innocent I'm not gonna share. :P It was themed to be "Something That Happened on the Day of Your Birth". If you could, you were supposed to dress as whatever event you chose. Katie, Beau, and I all failed to dress as an event, but at least we had looked up our birth dates to find one to comment on. I chose two: the birth of a straight female porn star and Madonna being on the cover of Cosmopolitan.

Saturday, I hung out with Beau some more and then he headed out. Then I joined up with Cody and Aaron and we headed to Jeffy's and then a whole gaggle of us headed over to Philadelphia to party at XII Air Command for Charlie's 17th birthday -- cause it's 17+ on Saturdays. I met a guy there, he works the door and his name is Drew and he's got beautiful lips. I mean, there's no chance of it going anywhere because how often am I in Philadelphia? Never, right? Right.

I got back at 4 in the morning, slept like log (for once!) and went to rehearsal. I was there most of the day Sunday. And much of Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday. Yay tech week!

Last night, The Diary of Anne Frank opened. It was great.
Afterwards, Amanda and Tyler and Brighid and I went to XS. My hair was still white. Tons of people were there, all abuzz with tons of gossip about topics I won't get into because it doesn't concern me but let's just say someone in our little circle of friends is making headlines, unfortunately not in a happy way. Michael was also there. And, surprise surprise, that's what I want to talk about.
After Easter weekend, Michael basically disappeared. I know that he and I talked about how nothing was likely to happen until we had graduated, but he wasn't answering texts or anything and we had talked about hanging out at least one more time. I was a little put off but more than that I was concerned. Finally, I messaged him on Myspace and he answered and explained that he'd just been really busy. Makes sense, I have been too.
Further lack of communication until I message him on Myspace inviting him to Wednesday's preview show. He declines, politely, but does inquire as to whether or not I will be at XS on Thursday.
So, lo and behold, he's there, I'm there...and Tyler's there. And Michael is like absorbed in Tyler, and Tyler is of course seeming to be interested in Michael, because how could you not be?
Brendan tells me that Michael's been talking to some high school senior (which seems to be a recurring theme for me). That's fine. What I'm not yet okay with is flirtation between Michael and one of my best friends.
Of course, unbeknownst to me, the two have been talking on Myspace for a couple of weeks. Why Tyler didn't tell me, I don't understand. But we talked about it today, and Ty and I are fine. Ish.
I explained that to Tyler, who was trying to respect that. I tried to tell Michael, but I just could not work up the balls to pull him aside and say anything. I sent him a text message this morning explaining why I'd been upset and apologizing if I'd been bitchy.
He called me that afternoon from work, said hi, asked how my day was. We chatted a little bit. He said "I got your text, I'm sorry I didn't answer. It's been a busy day." I apologized once more for being weird and he told me it was okay, it was totally understandable. Then he said he had a customer and he would call me back in a little while. There has still been no phone call from him.

Talking to friends has not made me any less upset or at all happier about the situation. Everyone seems to think I'm reacting reasonably here. Chloe, however, says that by apologizing I'm giving him power he shouldn't have. The cast of Anne Frank seems to think that the purpose of his phone call this afternoon was just to be a dick.
Somehow, I just can't find fault in the boy. I mean, I try because blaming myself for feeling and acting like this truly sucks. I call him "asshole" and "dickwad" and "jerkface" and raise my voice and shake my fist and occasionally hit things, but I've never felt like he deserved any of that. Is that weird?

I'm trying really hard to move on, or at least manage to put my feelings on hold and behave like a sane and rational person. I'm genuinely happy for him if he's got this other boy that I don't know and hopefully will never meet. That's great! And I could see him flirt with almost anyone and be fine -- so I'm making progress. But it still stings to see him flirting with my best friends.

What's worse, and what makes less sense, is how much trouble I have talking to him now. It's so awkward. I have hundreds of things I think of to say and ask. I want to hear him tell me every detail of his day, I want to know where he goes, what he does, who he talks to -- everything. I want to see his smile (I won't lie, the main reason he's still on my top friends on Myspace is because that means I get to see that smile whenever I log on); I want to make him smile. I'm seriously crushing hard, and it's totally ridiculous because I spent less than a week hanging out with him or talking to him. And in that week we talked about everything...now all that comes out of my mouth, if anything is "What's up?" and there's so much more going on in my head that for some reason I can articulate at all.

I'm figuring a few more rounds of John Tucker Must Die this week -- since I don't have rehearsal -- and a lot of chocolate and ice cream and I should be absolutely okay again. God I hope so.

"All he left us was alone"

So, today.
Monday. Definitely Monday. Not so definitely St. Patty's Day, though I hope you all enjoy the holiday and hopefully with a little more boozing than I did (but I think enough of that happened Saturday....)
It was a frustrating day. None of my classes seemed...worthwhile, I guess. I was very honest with people today though -- particularly professors. It seemed appreciated though.

Rehearsal was almost a waste, I was in there for a half an hour. We found a shirt for my character, so that was good. And I expressed how I wished there was more for me to "play with" to the director, and he did a little bit to help me out with that.

So I've been thinking about this list of things I want and need in a boy. How impossible is the list? It's pretty awful, but here's what I've narrowed down to specifically the "need" aspects:

1. Must be attractive.
2. Must love being paid attention to.
3. Must allow me to take care of them a little bit, but still be able to take care of me should I ever need it.
4. Must be able to put a smile on my face even when I'm being moody.
5. Must not be as much of a jealous asshole as I am.
6. Must know how to calm my jealousy. (Which, ps, isn't that hard if you know what to say. A guy could easily learn this if they asked. It's all one sentence, and it doesn't have the Big L Word in it at all.)
7. Must love to take me to social events with his friends, or at least introduce me to them. (Make me feel like a trophy boyfriend sometimes, y'know?)
   
8. Must love to be taken to social events with my friends or at least be introduced to them.
9. Must be encouraging about my attempts to take care of myself, but not afraid to recognize when something I'm doing should not be encouraged and to say so.
10. Must have a sense of humor.
11. Must have a flare for living life, not just getting through it.
12. Must have a strong personality.
    
13. The most important one, hardest to find: Must tell me when I screw up!! Tell me when I'm overbearing, tell me if I'm annoying, tell me if I do something they don't like because either I can and will fix it, or we'll work around it, or it will be a deal breaker but at least there won't be any question of why things ended!

That's only thirteen things I need. That's not so impossible, right? Is there more to that list that I'm forgetting? Anyways, I'm a little curious....so leave me a comment to discuss...how similar is my list to yours? What is your list of Needs in a potential mate? Or are you still in the process of finding that out?

(Random Ethan Reynolds pic courtesy of his Myspace. It's beautiful, he's wearing a vest, he's beautiful. It just needed to be here. :P)

"The universe has been changed because we touched..."

So I really have nothing to say except, rehearsal is going well and yesterday Katie went back to the doctor and they told her she's even more of a cripple than we thought so yours truly is now a full-time nurse! :P

My stats have informed me that I really need to talk about hot famous people more often -- ow, ow twist my arm. Even if it's just a picture here and there. Most specificlly, Ethan Reynolds -- who is, I'm not even kidding, getting me more hits than anything else on this blog by a long shot. (Adam Bouska is running second, so expect him to be featured with some regularity too! And of course, the various porn stars generate some interest too...)

Don't worry, those of you who read this for me and my exciting life...I'm still going to be self-centered and write almost exclusively about me. I'll just throw in little nuggets and photos about other people who are more interesting or at least more well-known (until I make it to Hollywood...watch out bitches! :P)

Other than his whole thing going on with The Lair on Here TV (which, ps, is also going to be featuring Johnny Hazzard! I need to get me this Here TV thing! :P) most of Ethan's news is exclusive, only going to his "Board of Advisors", which I am not a part of (please, I can barely handle myself, let alone a well-known model breaking into television) and even if I were a part of it, that's classified information!

Anyways, the news I do have to share is this: if you are friends with Ethan he has a photo up now which needs comments. Not for him. For the other party involved. David DeCocteau, the director of the Brotherhood movies (which I love, though probably more for their homosexual undertones than the actual, plot :P)Ethan really wants people to let David DeCoteau know how many fans he has, so here's the plan for any of you who have Myspace -- go to Ethan's page, add him if you aren't friends! If you are already friends with him then just go to the photo and leave a comment!

(Pictures were borrowed from Ethan's Myspace and from Hazzard Ahead. I do not own any of the pictures or the people in them.)

It ain't over til....

I have my cell phone charger back.

Let me detail to you yesterdays extravaganza o' pain.

So, I spent several hours of the day awaiting a response from Michael about if I could go down and get my charger from him. In the mean time, Damon called me and asked if I wanted to hang out. I agreed to, and we ended up watching Little Miss Sunshine.

Before I got to Damon's, Michael called and we agreed on a time to meet and we chatted a bit. He told me all about his weekend, it was actually pretty exciting with lots of people. Not at all like my snoozefest. :P

Michael got out of work at 7:30 and I had rehearsal at 8:00 so it was obvious I would have to go down after rehearsal. I was okay with that, so was he. So I went to rehearsal and, ultimately, it was intensely frustrating and sucky. Having been away from the production for a week, and having to be off-book for Act II...it was rough. So I was already stressed when I left for Maryland.

And then I got a text from Katie. She'd been saying that her foot and ankle hurt for about a week, and I kept telling her to see a doctor. (Neither one of us are good about seeing doctors in a timely manner.) The text said "Hey I am going to the ER with Kayla to get my foot looked at after rehearsal be back way late". So, that didn't help me be less stressed, because of course I was anxious to find out what happened to her foot.

So I get to Michael's place, and come to let me through the gates comes not just Michael, but also his friend Allison, and another guy. Turns out, the guy is a character from Michael's weekend, so I've heard of him -- and, surprise surprise, seems like he's into Michael. (Can you blame him? :P) Michael's roomie and his roomie's boyfriend were also there. That's a whole mess of people for me to unexpectedly have to deal with when I was stressed and kinda wanting to just be totally relaxed.

So, I get my charger, and Michael cracks a joke about how I "accidentally on purpose" left it there. So I reply, just as smarmily, "Well, if that's what you think I'll just leave right now."
I had both locks unlocked and the door creaking open before he poked his head out towards the door and said, "Wait, are you really leaving?" I was all prepared to if he hadn't stopped me.

The group of us watched TV, and ate. And I was feeling more stressed as time went on, especially not having heard from Katie. So, at about 12:30 I announced that I needed to leave. Michael gave me a sort of sad puppy dog face which totally made me want to melt and stay and asked if I was sure.
Of course, I'd not mentioned to him about Katie. Why make him worry when he's got all these friends around, right? So I just assured him that it was for the best. He gave me what is quite possibly the best hug I ever had and asked if he'd see me soon, to which I reply "Mmhmm." He instructed me to text him when I got home, and soon I was on my way.
When I got home, I sent him a text saying "I'm home" and he sent the sweetest reply: "Glad you made it home safe, I'm sad you had to leave..."
Which was definitely enough to make me regret leaving, but considering what happened next there was really no other way it could have worked out.

Katie called just after that, on her way home from the hospital. She was diagnosed with a sprained ankle and the possibility of a hairline fracture in her foot. I helped her bring things in from her van, set about making her lunch for work, and getting her set up as a cripple at home.

And just as I was going to bed, Michael sent me another cute text where he came up with a brand new pun from my name -- Mammo-Graham. I'm hoping it doesn't catch on the way some others have. :P

This morning I woke up bright and early and drove her to her first day at her new temp job in Harrisburg -- at the capitol building, during rush hour. I returned to campus, went to class, went to my next class, went to my third class, picked up Katie, dropped her at the apartment and went to a meeting, followed by another meeting, followed by rehearsal. Needless to say, I'm exhausted.

It's been a long, been a long, been a long day

Actually, that's a lie. I've been awake for like an hour. :P

Anyways, to start off with, I just want to say "YAY SHANEY!" because he commented my last post.
Going back to that, a whole bunch of you were all trying to impress upon me the importance of Anne Frank's story. Go back, reread, guys. I never said I wasn't enthusiastic about the show. I never said I didn't get why it's an important show. I said I wasn't enthusiastic about the role that I'm playing. Which is still true, he's just not a character you can do a lot with. He's got a limp (we think he had a limp, all I've found is that he was injured in WWI and that in other productions, he had a limp in his left leg), I'm playing around with that. Other than that, there's pretty much nothing you can do with this guy. (No offense if any of Victor Kugler's relatives read this...as a historical figure, he's amazing and fascinating. As a character in the newly adapted version of The Diary of Anne Frank he's a dull and depressing bearer of bad news who shows up three times for like a minute and a half each. If he were still alive, I'm pretty sure he'd sue.)

Anyways, Cody's been complaining about how I haven't been writing. Truth is....I really haven't felt like it. I've been seriously stressing lately, mostly over money. Scratch that, entirely over money.
Right now, I can't go grocery shopping, I don't have the funds. So I've been eating on campus. But next week is spring break, and I'm not going anywhere, so we'll see how fast I starve. :-P After spring break, I'm going to start working out on campus, because its free, until the end of the school year. Despite my whole I-can't-work-out-in-front-of-lots-of-people-who-know-me thing.

The screen on my cell phone died. I managed to get an upgrade, so I have a new phone. It's pretty. It's cute. It has a camera! It does not hold a charge.
And, ultimately (with the mail-in rebate) it will only cost me 3 dollars. Yaya!
And cause of the camera, it means that soon there will be more pictures on this blog!!

I have this...disgraceful atrocity on my face next to my mouth -- it looks like a herpe -- but my friend Michele (who is not exactly a dermatologist, but a bio/psych major is close enough for me) assures me that it's probably from dry skin.

What else is going on?
Not much. This past weekend was boring....weather screwed it up on Thursday and Friday, then I had to work on Saturday. So, that was blah.

Oh, but I will say this: the weekend before was anything BUT boring.
Thursday was XS, as per usual. It was pretty normal, packed and fun. And I went to the diner afterwards, despite my Friday morning classes, as I was really hungry.

Friday -- oh Friday! TJ had this dinner party in Reading, which I promised I would go to for a little while. After we were served our drinks (the wait was ridiculous), I fled the scene and made it to Towson in a much shorter amount of time than I should have been able to. But I sped. And tricked a cop into pulling over someone else. I'm awesome like that.

Anyways, we got to Towson and we all finished get hottified at Brendan's house as usual -- I think this is a nice ritual we've sort of accidentally started. Anyways, so we went to Town and had a blast. I hung out with the dancers there a bunch, which is always fun. They're amazing guys and I love that I know most of them now.
There was a V-Day thing going on, people could get numbers (which were on stickers you put on yourself) and using those, you could send messages to other people or give them flowers or candy. There were several big screens displaying the messages and who had flowers and candy and such. It was cool, and sometimes trashy, and awesome. My favorite was the one that ended with the signature "Ashley from the bathroom".
We ran into Erik, who, if we saw each other more than once a year, would be almost the perfect boyfriend for me. :-P I sent him a message using the screens, but he was high as a kite, and thought it came from Brendan. Shit happens, y'know. (Brendan best be backin' up off my boi, yo. :-P) But Erik and I danced some and that was fun.
It was funny though -- because I'm totally inept at flirting when I mean it -- so Cody goes up to help me write the message to Erik, and he and Jared (I think that's his name, he's one of the dancers I don't know as well) are like standing on either side of my, giving me advice. And I am, of course, like panicking, cause I don't know how good their advice will be. Smooth, Graham, smooth. (And I'm pretty sure Jared now thinks I'm retarded.)

After Town, we all went back to Brendan's and crashed. Cody and Bill shared a bed cause of how they're dating, and I got my own -- which is nice, I guess. I suppose it's less awkward than if Bill and I had shared beds and Cody has been alone.
Anyways -- some of you know this, others don't. Not only am I kind of an exhibitionist, I like to watch. If you know what I'm saying. So, Cody and Bill are both horny. And both like to be watched.
And they have not yet actually had sex. (Although I'm sure they fooled around.) So there I am, and I got to see the two lovebirds bang for the first time! (And even though I'm not really attracted to either one of them separately, it was kind of hot. Just sayin'.)

(The pictures, of me talking to Dennis, were taken by Hott Boyz Entertainment....and, they're from several weeks ago, I just didn't feel like going back and putting them in the correct post. :P)

Saturday night, Katie and I hung out. A bunch of our friends turned 21, so we, with plans of not getting too drunk, went to one party. By the time we decided to go to the other, we called the DD and she was like "It's pretty much died down."
So I called up Jake, one of my straight guys, to see what he was up too. Neither one of us was in any shape to drive home, so when Tom (a visiting straight guy that I love who I had no idea would be in town) answered the phone, we went over with plans of sobering up.
Yeah, that didn't happen.
We drank. We played drinking games. We had a blast. We tried to leave, but Katie -- drunk and in heels -- couldn't go very far.
So...Katie, Tom, and I snuggled on the futon in Jake's room. I was incapable of moving at all, stuck between the two of them.

And the next morning, I awoke, still drunk, and headed for where I was meeting the cast of Anne Frank to go down to DC to go to the Holocaust museum. I sobered up pretty quickly that morning -- before we even made it into Maryland I was fine. And it was, except for how depressing and gruesome the museum is, a really fun day of cast-bonding.

"Can a simple tune flow through you?"

To express to you exactly how crazy my week has been, I'll tell you this: I have three -- yes, three -- saved drafts of posts from during the week that were from times when I thought I had time to write, and didn't.

So, keep your eyes peeled for posts from before this, an in-depth of the Superbowl Sunday party; a discussion of sour gummy candies; and a recounting of my various auditions of the week.

So I will summarize the auditions: I auditioned and got called back to two different things. I have since been cast as Mr. Kraler in The Diary of Anne Frank. I hate myself for this, but I am not enthused for this role. But then I remember similar feelings for other shows, and I've ended up loving them. So I'm trying to draw comparisons between this role and Jellaby from Arcadia (he's a similarly sized part) to drum up enthusiasm. So far, no luck. I'll get there, I'm sure.
I may or may not have been cast in the stage reading of The Trouble With Therapy, I really haven't checked the cast list. I need to do that though. I'm not holding my breath but we'll see.

Also, invitations to this sort of prom-esque dance our college has for juniors and seniors got sent out this week. It's in April, but we have to register this month...and I'm pretty sure that's with our dates too. I'm still looking for my date. Before you even say it, I asked James and he said no. I have a couple back up plans, should nothing pan out (thank you Damon and Dakota for that!)

So, I headed to XS after sort of but not really getting ready because I was hurrying to get there after one of my call-back auditions. It was a DJ Khumeleon week which means, of course, that it is packed and with a lot of straight men from Maryland. As usual, most of the guys I wanted to talk to were straight but...
I did meet a boy, though. And for fear of jinxing anything, that's all I'll say.
Oh, and he looks reminiscent Adam Brody. Only prettier and taller.


Friday, I went straight from classes to Harrisburg where I met up with Carl and we went down to the apartment he is living at where several of us met up before going down to Towson to meet up with the rest of the gang.
Ultimately, we had three cars going down to DC this week. That's a record for us and our entourage was huge. It was a lot of fun though. Like an extra ultra lot of fun.

Saturday was interesting only because, in all of the cars, and car-switching, etc that had occured when leaving Town I had managed to get separated from my jacket. And my car keys. So things got complex but we managed to reunite me with all of my stuff and I was able to collect and deposit my paycheck. Which is good, because I was overdrawn. Unfortch, that won't change til tomorrow.

So, basically, I'm facing the most profound lack of money I have ever personally experienced. Something to get used to, since I'm graduating in three semesters. :P
Overall though, I'm pretty content.
In fact, I think, right now the only thing that could make me more content would be having a new outfit (or two) for this weekend coming up. Yeaya!