So much going down!

Oh, this post does get a picture because it's Pride month and I can never turn down a good challenge.

Otherwise, this may be the longest, picture-less post I have ever written. However, I guarantee...not a dull moment in the whole thing. Lord knows I haven't had one.

Firstly, I'd like to let you know...I will not be working at XL. The attitude of the boss during my audition (which ended up being Tuesday) was atrocious. I hate trash-talking people on here, but I can't help it at all. The man clearly doesn't realize that without his dancers, he's getting unemployment checks every month. Not only did he treat me in a condescending, almost contemptuous way...I hung out with some of the dancers after the club closed. Okay, basically I gave them rides then went home, but whatev. I was happy to do it. They were talking about their work, of course, and it occurred to me: this is why the crowds are small there. The club delivers sexy dancers, but the best product is sexy dancers who enjoy themselves. I don't want to work at a club that isn't capable of delivering the best. I don't know what I'll do, but it was suggested by Katie that, even though I'd be a terrible waiter, I'd probably do a decent job of being a busboy. I just have to find a place to do it now. It's an insta-cash job and that's what I want.

At some point early in the week, I forget which night, Jon called and invited me over at like 3 in the morning. I went over and we talked and he microwaved some stolen leftovers from one of the restaurants he works at, which were delicious. And the dessert was this chocolate thing, and it was SOOO gooey and delicious.

So, Wednesday I went out with Grace to Mirabar. She met many of my friends, made some news ones (as did I) and was a HUGE hit. Saturday when I went out without her, one of the shot boys (Joey) stopped me and was like "Where's Grace?" and he seemed rather displeased that I was out without her.
Actually, there was a similar reaction when people saw me Thursday night. And tonight. Geez, I can't go anywhere without her...
Afterwards, Grace and I convinced some people to come out to the Denny's Jon works at. I wasn't sure if he was working, but I was crossing my fingers. And my hunch paid off -- he was! While we waited for the others to show up, a bunch of his regulars came in from WalMart and some of them started hassling him.
"What's your type? Me?" one of them asked.
"No," Jon said, not missing a beat, "My type's sitting right over there." And he pointed at me. And I glowed and pretended to be embarrassed. It was sweet.
He also pulled some strings and it ended up that none of the six of us had to pay for anything. Also, very, extremely sweet.

Friday was when the drama was.
It started at work. I was working, and I saw this hot guy come in with another guy. I recognized the hot one, I'd seen him out at Mirabar. I was busy, so I didn't help them. But I did smile at them, like I smile at all the customers.

That night, I went to Mirabar and the first person I see is the other guy. He flicks me off, and I shrug it off because whatever, maybe he's psycho. I check out the club, but there's really nobody there I know so I make for the door to go see if anyone's at Energy.
As I get to the door, a hand grabs my arm and all of a sudden the hot guy is making out with me.

Now, a normal person would probably freak out over this, but it's one of my fantasies to be stopped and given an amazing kiss in that exact way. So I weakened. Plus, did I mention how he's hot?
So when he said they were going to Energy, and I should come, I agreed. The other guy -- Danny -- didn't seem so keen on the idea. In fact, he got pretty frikkin' angry. But the (totally shit-faced) girls they were out with helped me ignore the drama between Ryan (the hottie) and Danny.

That is, up until they made me laugh. At which point Danny snapped, "If he doesn't stop smiling I'm gonna sock him in the face." Which was ridiculous to say, so of course I didn't stop smiling. So he threw three punches. Fortunately, I can take punches and he was drunk so he may as well have thrown some pillows at me.
Ryan pulled the car over and dragged Danny out where they proceeded to argue vehemently about me. Then things got scary -- one of the girls slid into the driver's seat and took off around the block. After we'd circled the block once, and nearly died several times, we convinced her to park and I took over in the driver's seat while we waited for Danny and Ryan to finish arguing.

They did and Danny insisted that he be taken to his car. So we set off, leaving me absolutely confused because, oh yeah, my car was in Providence and Danny's was in Warwick. Not the same place. Not even nearly.

So I spent the night hanging out with Ryan and his girls, and ended up crashing there and cuddling with Ryan. When I woke up my shirt was missing. Uh.......okay?
Anywho, despite all of his protestations that he was looking for a boyfriend (which I am too, though I was hesitant to say it because I know that can be used as a line and frequently is), he wouldn't give me his phone number. He said he'd give it to me when I was working later that day, and although he did stop in. Briefly. Very briefly.

There's more to this story that I'm not going to go into, but let's just say I'm keeping my fingers crossed but I'm prepared for the worst with this guy.
'Sides, there's Jon, who's sweet and has caused way less trouble. He's just difficult to hang out with, which is extra hard for someone who's an attention whore like me.

Meanwhile, yesterday, Joey and I had a fight which ended up sorting out our issues so now he's back on the "choices" list although I have a sincere feeling that we're going to end up being just friends.

Tonight I was going to stay in, but Justin urged me to go out to Mirabar (it's theirs and Energy's karaoke night, which also means no cover). So I went out (much to mom's chagrin). I walked into Mirabar and saw Justin and as I walked towards him ran into Ryan and the girls from before, all of whom were thrilled to see me. Ryan said he'd found my shirt.
So I split the night between Justin and his friend Preston, Ryan and his girls, and the bartender Henry who I think had had too much of his product and was seriously hitting on me. Not unless I get a job out of it, sorry babycakes. :P (SO kidding!)
Justin and Preston decided it would be cool to visit Energy, so we did -- but I dragged a phone number out of Ryan first. The Karaoke was bad. I ran into lots of people there though -- PacSun (who I rarely see but it's always nice to see him), Josh (who I'd been kind of passively trying to avoid), DJ (from XL), Shawn (Josh's ex who he still hangs out with), Ivan and Jaymes (both bartenders at Energy) and....Kenny and John!! I had tried to reach them for forever but never got through and then here they were! So we caught up and I informed John about my birthday celebrations because I would probably cry if they didn't come out with us at least once that weekend. I was so excited to see them, they're amazing. So that made my night enough that I can overlook whatever drama broke out between DJ and Josh.

I sent Ryan a text, just to make sure it is his number because of how, y'know, I have trust issues especially when somebody's so reluctant to give you their number. (And he was pouty because I couldn't spend the night at his place again.)

So I talked to Jon tonight. Twice, which was exciting. And we're making plans to see each other again which is good. Of my various "options" I think he's my favorite, but I know myself and I am going to be miserable dating someone who I never get to see. Hopefully in two weeks he'll have more time (he just put in his two weeks at one of his three jobs).

So it's been an exhilarating and exciting past few days!

"When your heart's heavy, I will lift it for you"

Everything's been going pretty well, right? Absolutely everything in my life was looking uphill...so, of course, I let go of one of my chiefest principles: men suck.

I won't go into the details, it's not like he actually did anything wrong, per say. I've been where he is, and I've done what he did. Can't call him a criminal for it. I can, however, handle it in an adult and mature way...which I will do as soon as I either see him again or he returns my phone call. We'll see what comes first, but I have a feeling it i'n't going to be the phone call, if you get what I'm saying.

You know though, despite the blushing and the butterflies he gave me -- oh, and the vomiting repeatedly last night because of how upset I was, I'm really not all that devastated. Hurray for that!

"I want to get to know and to get you knowing me"

I have been having such a good weekend.

Let's see, it started out with, on Friday, going to see a dance showcase a bunch of my friends are in. It was a good show, but the afterparty was better.

Then, enter Saturday: started out kind of shitty, but then I went to go to Don and Bob's party. And, uh, got lost. For three hours. But I finally got there! It was mostly a ton of people I had never met before.
One of these people is a big player in Shakespearean theater (and probably theater in general) down in Washington D.C. When he found out I had been given a monologue from Master Harold and the Boys for my acting class, and more that I actually had the monologue sitting out in my car, he insisted that I perform it.
So I did.
And he told me he was impressed, that I was really, really good.

So, anyways, I went and stopped by Shimmer to see Josh before I went to work. Hung out there for a bit, asked him out for a typical dinner-and-a-movie thing (but I'm figuring, not in that order, so it gives us something to talk about at dinner if the conversation dies?), he said to call him tomorrow, and then I headed off to XS.

At the end of the night, I was talking to this one girl and my acting came up. And as it turns out she has all of these connections in the movie industry. Y'know, little people like M. Night Shyamalan. But, oh no, it gets better.

Todd, who started dancing this past Saturday and I, were both among the several people who went to a nearby diner (which was SUCH a nice diner). So he and I are talking and he mentions he's doing this touring show at a theater in Lancaster. We get to talking about theater and then he reveals that he's planning on switching over to film in the forseeable future.

(As usual, Matthias was there and there were lots of pictures taken of us.)

Uhhhh....so that's three industry contacts made in under five hours.

I told my acting professor and her jaw dropped and she got all full of praise. Which is funny because the first time I read any of that monologue out loud she basically said (not in so many words) "That was the worst acting I've ever seen you do."
Guess I improved. :-P

The one disappointing thing was that Josh got called in to work, so no date tonight. BUT he did apologize, and text me a little bit while he was at work. Hopefully we'll get to hang out at some point this week.

"All the girls seem to like you"

I had such the best night evvveeerrrrrrr last night.

It wasn't particularly wild or crazy, but funny story about how I got hit on by a girl. At a gay club.

So, I'm sitting there chatting with a friend of mine and this girl sits on my knee. Just like "Whomp!" on my knee. She was acting drunk -- she wasn't actually drunk, I don't think, but she was pretending. So, she apologizes and then doesn't move. No, she asks "Are you gay?" "Yeah," I reply. THEN she gets off of my knee, and sits next to me -- leaning up against me like she thinks it'll turn me straight -- and I go back to the conversation I'd been in the middle of.
This girl keeps interrupting trying to get me to talk to her, so I ignore her because she's being rude. Finally she goes "Well, I hope you have a good night" and gets up and leaves.
The thing is, even if I was straight, I don't think I would've been attracted to her. :-P

But, no, that's not the best story. The best story is about how Josh gave me his phone number. Actually, that's kind of the whole story. I have his phone number, and I've been assured that he likes me. He himself said he loved everything about my drunken Myspace comment I left him. So...he wanted me to call him, and I did. We haven't arranged a date or anything, and I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch, but if I had to guess I would say that we will have at least one date.

At which point he will realize that I don't actually know how to date. :-P
So, just to check with the professionals out there...a good first date is something like a movie and then getting something to eat, right? And it is okay to bring a single yellow flower (such as a carnation)?
My biggest question though was best worded in an episode of Buffy: "What if the talking thing becomes the awkward silence thing?"

"If in heaven you don't excel, you can always burn it up in hell..."

I first want to say: keep thinking of Spider guys. He still needs all the support he can get, and I know I'm pulling for him. :)

In other news....cha-chinga!! I still got it.
Backstory on this: there's a boy (isn't there always?) by the name of Josh. He's the hot soda jerk at Shimmer that I've mentioned before. We flirted there at his place of work on Saturday night...just before my car died. And then while I waited for a ride.

Which, ps, I am getting my car back (again) tomorrow!!! Who wants to place bets on what breaks next? (KIDDING! Don't you dare say anything!)

Anyways, although I should have been studying for my Anthropology midterm tomorrow morning at 11, I went out to Club XS tonight for, basically, the sole purpose of seeing him. I dunno, there's this certain kind of butterflies-in-the-stomach thing that happens when we talk that I'm not used to, but that I kind of enjoy.
So, anyways, tonight we flirted. We danced. We kissed....three times, not counting the time he told me to feed him a piece of gum (which, of course, I did).
I'm blushing. I have never blushed so much in one night before in my life. It's not like I was embarrassed, I was just blushing. And I'm doing it again. This is crazy weird.

Part of the attraction, I think, is that aside from being cute, and a sweetheart, and fun...I feel like he kind of gets me. Like, he knows what my job is and he knows that it's a job. Unlike most people who flirt with me these days, I feel like he sees me as an actual person, rather than just a toy to get his rocks off. It's nice. It's new.

Now I'm cautious because, well, as Cody put it so eloquently tonight (just before I threw my water bottle at him): I never get what I want.
I hate how hard and fast I sometimes fall for people.

The Good Samaritan

First things first....inspirational picture of the day!

I love stained glass windows, and this is of the parable of the Good Samaritan -- someone we should all try to be like.
The phrase "Good Samaritan" has popped up a lot in the past day. I think it might be a sign from God "This is what you're doing. And no matter how much you're getting shit on right now, I appreciate it."

Secondly, I need to write some stuff out...
I was going to write about the amazing amazing amazing touring show of Wicked that I saw this weekend. However, the sheer incredulous...crap of the past 24 hours deserves a blog entry too. And it's more on my mind. So I'm going to try posting about Wicked later.

Instead, I'm going to quickly give you an overview of the past 24 hours. My parents were driving me crazy, I went to the clubs, I met up with a friend of mine who'd just gotten out of the ER cause he wanted to hang out, nobody was really taking care of him, I paid for our food (and not just ours, his roomates' too!) which came to $35 but I only got $20 back, which I then put towards Josh's Vicodin. I went to sleep at 7, and woke up to Josh fighting with ex-boyfriend (who still lives with him) -- the ex then claimed he'd been taking care of Josh all night except, no, that was me. Today we went to Josh's grandparents so I could be reimbursed for the Vicodin and the gas I spent, but they wouldn't give Josh squat.
So I'm broke, and I'm gasless, and I'm pissed off.
But at least I did a good deed, right? That's alright, I'll get money from his grandparents some other time. We'll visit them again before I leave, and if that doesn't work, I'll charge interest and write them a nice letter.
I'm not a selfish person, I just cannot afford to be doing good deeds that cost money and not be getting paid back.