"I'm afraid I'll spend the better part of next year scared that I might need you..."

I'm doing better now. I know, there was no inspirational picture yesterday but I preoccupied with my personal wallowing, and then getting back on my feet.
(This is muchly owed to eating like three bowls of Kraft Mac & Cheese last night. I'm a fat kid at heart. :-P)

Things are improved. I may be confused, still upset, fantasizing schemes in my mind (all of which, except for the most benign one, are impossible). Still, there is that one...and it is pretty benign. We're working on that one, so I don't want to say too much and jinx it.

Okay, I'll explain it. I'm getting some new clothes. That's my scheme...shopping. :-P

I finally shaved off my sideburns in an act of defiance that really is probably only significant to me at this point, but whatever. The show is over, and Craig thought they looked good. And now they're gone. Bwahahaha! Take that late October/most of November!

Now, I'm going on the uphill slope. After my mope (I always look like Hell the second I start to mope) I'm working my way back to beauty. I got my haircut (although the woman didn't know what a fauxhawk was...excuse me, isn't that your job? :-P), and now I've worked up the motivation to do laundry. Except all the washing machines are full. Uhm, ew that. :-P

In other news, I just found out that my most fabulous of friends Johnna is moving to Memphis the day after I go home for Thanksgiving break. Uhm, what is this bullshit? Just because the love of her life is down there? Psh. The gay of her life isn't in Memphis, what is she thinking? :-P

I just shaved. Badly (I guess I'm out of practice.) But despite the cut on my face , and the fact that I kept having to go over areas a second, or sometimes third or fourth, time...my face is now cute, well-groomed Graham face again.

Just in time for my date with a boy I'm not interested in. We're going to see The Covenant tonight. Expect a review when I get back (because I'm not going back to his place.)
Er, a review of the movie...not of the date. (Unless you guys want one...?)

I just saw on MySpace a bulletin. I've seen it before, but really, it warrants discussing. It's that "What a Kiss Means" thing. We've all seen it, we all know it. So, the Italics is what the bulletin said, and the bold is what my own interpretation is.

*Kiss on the stomach-----"lets have sex"/"I have a thing for belly buttons."
*Kiss on the Forehead ----"Forever you will be mine"/"I care about you."
*Kiss on the Ear ---"I'm horny"/"I want to make you horny."
*Kiss on the Cheek ---"We're friends"
*Kiss on the Hand ---"I adore you"/"I'm trying to impress you, is it working?"
*Kiss on the Neck ---"We belong together"/"I want to make you horny."
*Kiss on the Shoulder ---"I want you"/"Keep taking off your clothes, I'm just getting started."
*Kiss on the Lips ---"I love you" OR "I want you"/"I like you." (At least I hope those are the meanings of it...)
*Holding Hands ---"We can learn to love each other"/"I don't want you to leave me."
*Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"
*Playing with the Ear ---"I can't live without you"/"I've got a thing for ears..."
*Holding on tight ---"Don't let go"/"I'm gonna miss you when you're gone."
*Looking into each other's Eyes ---"Don't leave me"/"How do you feel about me?"
*Playing with Hair on Head ---"Tell me you love me"/"You're so cute when you're shorter than me."
*Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go"/"Mine mine mine mine."
*Laughing while Kissing ---"I am completely Comfortable with you"/"Something funny happened. Not you, I swear!"

There's some advice tacked onto the end of the bulletin as well, which I think bears repeating:

* Dont ask for a kiss, take one.

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.