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.)

A little picture about being greater than you are for your weekly inspiration.

This weekend was buuuuusy. It was Homecoming.
Of course, Homecoming is always a little bittersweet -- on the one hand, the alumni come back which is exciting. And I'm *swamped* with all of the fun things I need to do. But...everyone's with their families who come visit on Homecoming too. Except, my family doesn't come because they live too far away and because they get swamped with all of that October stuff they do. Haunted whatever-it-is-for-whatever-group-we're-in-this-time.

Friday afternoon I discovered that the Internet had kicked the bucket. I was not pleased -- but at the time I thought it was just my computer. When my worries that my computer was biting the big one were relieved, I still wasn't pleased but I was happier about the whole situation.

Friday night there was the Mad Cow Homecoming show. Mad Cow is our campus' comedy improv group (award winning, if I'm not mistaken), which I would love to be involved with but currently am not. (Next year I'll have time, I swear, I swear!) It was hysterical, but there were sooo many people there. I sat on a stair in an aisle in the auditorium...and let me tell you, my butt hurt.

(The picture of the group last year. Some of the people in it have graduated and others have been added to the group this year.)

Then I went to our GSA's baking party. We have one every Homecoming so we can sell baked goods at the Midway on Saturday. Traditionally, I am not allowed in the kitchen. We maintained this rule again this year, so our rainbowy yumyums weren't destroyed.

So, then I went back to the dorm to check my e-mail and make sure I had everything scheduled right for Saturday. Whoops, no Internet means no e-mail.

So Saturday morning came, I woke up early so I could be in plenty of time to prepare for the parade. I had been given a place on the theater clubs float. The theme for the parade was college life, and given that the parade is family oriented we chose for our float the only family appropriate aspect universal to every college student everywhere: Procrastination.
So our float was basically a flatbed truck with an entertainment center on it. We watched Aladdin as we paraded down the streets of town. When we got to the judges, we were supposed to have 30 seconds to do a skit, but our driver never stopped so we just shouted "We'll finish the float tomorrow!" and that was that.

Then there was parking, because I had been one of the driver's to the fairgrounds where the parade began. It was a disaster. I won't even go into it. See that picture? It's from Texas, 1947. It's only slightly better than what parking was like on campus. I had to park in the most remote place on campus -- I'd never even been there before. The point is, those parents that were visiting screwed up my parking. :-P

So, then I had to run to the Midway to get to the theater club's table in time to work there. I sold a lot of shirts, and then someone else showed up and we had four people there so I headed out so I could get out of the PJs I had worn for our float. Me, PJs, public places? Not happening. :-P Anyways, then I had some free time, so I went and bought some stuff from the various tables (I ended up getting five t-shirts, three books, one bracelet, and some food. Oi!)

AGH! The Internet just disconnected, I panicked, but it came back. I am not going another day without connectivity! Rah!

Moving on, then I showed up at GSA table and was there for a while. I had brought a Bible verse with me (1 Timothy 4:1-3, if you want to look it up) just in case a heckler showed up. We're in Central PA, it could happen. And I'd heard it already had happened earlier, so I was being prepared. Some old woman who probably wasn't supposed to be on campus to begin with....

Anyways, then I went to the theater and worked on building the set. You see, they scheduled a tech weekend this weekend -- on Homecoming! I know, right?

And then I had to go to the club cause the GSA was taking the alumni (well, alumnus) out for the night. I was tired, didn't really want to go, but I still went because I was supposed to hang out with my one of my best friends, Cody afterwards.
Except Cody left the club with some guys he barely knows for a club he's never been to. Did he bother to call and let me know? No. Did he even bother to call after I called him and he didn't answer and I left a voice mail to see if he was coming back? No. Did he come back? No. Did he even realize he'd ditched me? Not until about 3:30, which is after a half an hour of me trying to explain how royally pissed off I was with him and him not understanding what he'd done wrong. If I were dating him, he'd be so incredibly done after that -- especially because he ditched me, without calling, on Thursday night. That was valid, he was helping a friend, but still. He's got a cell phone.
Anyways...

Sunday was nice. I slept in. I had a meeting with my cast for the one act I'm directing this semester, and then I went and worked in the theater some more, and then I went and saw the concert the two a capella groups on campus had. Which was roughly amazing.

The thing about my campus, and I'm sure it's true everywhere, is you get these sort of "celebrities". The a capella singers, the Mad Cow performers, and some of us theater kids all fit there. (Not to be egotistical, but I'm totally speaking from experience here ;-)) But, I mean, obviously we all know of each other too. And I have to say all of the singers and improvers are the most chill people ever. Well, I don't know all of the new ones yet, I'll be honest, but I'm sure they're totally awesome.

So then I came back to my dorm and didn't have Internet until midnight.