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!!

"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.

"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 Sweet Escape

This week has been fantastic. Honestly, I am super sad that it is over.

Let's see, I left ya'll off on Sunday?
Monday I don't remember anything, to be honest. I don't think I went out. I think I crashed at my friend's dorm room which is, oh yeah, back on my campus. Crazy much? Yes.

Tuesday, Carl and I drove around for much of the day and then decided to head down to Baltimore. We met up with Brendan -- who we discovered that night is my twin (not in the literal sense, but in the personality sense). For those keeping track that means we now have Tall Brendan and Twin Brendan. Anyways, Brendan was at his friend Frankie's house, and Derrick arrived shortly after us. We partied it up there and, I won't lie, somehow ended up just chilling around the house naaked. Eh, it happens. A lot with Frankie, actually. :-P
Anyways, I was laying across Frankie with my head in Derrick's lap (Derrick kept his pants on) and the boy got like jealous or something and left, and we kind of had this heated debate about it after that and I'll just say...I'm less endeared now. He's still cute, I'm just not sure he can handle me. I don't, I can't handle jealous fits.

I spent the night at Frankie's and then the next night....Twin Brendan, Frankie, and I went to a strip club in Baltimore called Spectrum. It wasn't atrocious...but it was pretty tragic. I counted twelve people other than the three of us there. Including their dancers.
They closed at midnight, and we returned to Casa di Frankie and we all crashed there that night as well.
I think if it hadn't been a Wednesday, it would have been much better. Or, at least, I hope so.

Thursday the three of us trekked down to Apex in D.C., which was alright, but not as good as some times I've been there. Okay, rephrase: the last Thursday I was there was better but it was a fairly average night for Apex.
I did run into my friend Alphonso just as we were leaving though, that was fun! Honestly, I can't remember where I crashed that night, but I am pretty sure it wasn't Frankie's.

In case you hadn't gathered this, during the day I would do a huuuuuge nothing. The next night (Friday) Club XS was having a special appearance by Billy Brandt. The Bossman had told me I could come in briefly to meet him, and I was going to Baltimore so I planned to make this a super brief introduction. As it was, I was in the club for a total of five minutes.
I walked in, discussed some stuff with the Bossman and then introduced myself to Billy Brandt. I was a little afraid I offended him as I walked out shortly after -- it really wasn't that I was star struck (well, mildly), and it had nothing at all to do with him looking very little like his pictures (still really hot though!), but more to do with that Carl was going through the McDonald's drive-through in my car, without me being there.
Anyways, I went to leave without an autograph and I was actually stopped! Billy Brandt wanted to give me an autograph!! He was a sweetheart, and he even got very slightly flustered about my name. It was kinda cute. He first spelled it "Gram" and then wrote the "ham" over the m. He was all apologetic too.
So, now, the corrected autograph reads:

Graham
Great to meet you.
Love Billy Brandt

I gotta find out if he has a blog or a Myspace or something. He's a really great guy. People seem surprised by that, but of course since I've talked to three porn stars on the blogosphere (you guys know who you are, and I adore all of you!) I was really not surprised by the fact that he's more than just a sex symbol.

So Carl and I headed down into Maryland, met up with Frankie and Twin Brendan, and then headed to Sonar. This was Frankie's first time there. It was a BLAST and so many people were there -- Derrick and Nikki who we had met last Friday, plus their friend Ethan who was cool. Twin Brendan came with us, obviously, and some of his friends were there. Tall Brendan was there with his friend Cory, who is also cool. Carl was there too. I feel like more people were there, but I must've forgotten in the excitement.
This group came on stage to do a live performance while a bunch of us were up there. Carl, Twin Brendan, and I decided to stay on stage because the performers said we could if we danced. So there we are, back up dancers to this group of phenomenal women rappers. Yeah, it was pretty fabulous.
And have I mentioned that Twin Brendan and I are like the perfect pair? You want a party, you want to have both of us there. No, for serious.

After Sonar, we went to their friend Crystal's house where we hung out in her hot tub. Yes, naked. What fun are hot tubs when you wear anything in them, right? Of course right.
So, you're really only supposed to stay in a hot tub for an hour, tops. We were definitely in it for an hour and fifteen minutes. Oh well, shit happens and we're still pretty so it must be okay. :-P

Saturday, yesterday, was the biggest day. Carl and I returned to Pennsylvania and then split up. Carl stayed in that night (party pooper :-P) but not I. I headed up to Shimmer in Harrisburg. I'm not gonna lie, it was mostly to get my flirt on with the hot soda jerk who works there and who I was pretty sure was behind the counter that night. And, yeah, I was right, Josh was there and I chatted with him for most of the time I was there.
I meant to leave at 10:30 but my car wouldn't start, so I got a ride down to Club XS and worked. Twin Brendan joined the rest of us go go dancers. It was a little bit of a dull night, not a bad night just not exactly exciting. I had a lot of fun though. And it was cool because Billy Brandt came and was just partying like everyone else. So cool. Cooler still? He remembered me from my five minute adventure the night before. As he explained it to me: "I never forget a space. I forget names, but never faces." And then he proved it by describing our meeting the night before. I was very impressed.

When Twin Brendan and I got paid, you would think that would be the end of the night, but no. We were ending my spring break with a blast, so the trio of Twin Brendan, Frankie, and I made our way to an afterhours club called 1722 in Baltimore.
To my surprise I ran into my gorgeous friend Jeci there. It was pretty shocking, but quite cool. After Seventeen, we went to eat breakfast at this neat, eccentric and eclectic diner called Paper Moon. And then Brendan went homee and I crashed at Frankie's again.

Today, Frankie brought me back to my car and I spent the rest of the day trying to get it to start, until I gave up and called AAA. They towed it to a shop for me, and I will deal with it tomorrow.
But I am back on campus, and back to the regularity of my usual life. Except, once again, minus a car. We think it's the starter that died.

The one disappointment of this week, and it was definitely made up for by the fun I had, was that I didn't get to go to NYC. Or Memphis, but that idea was shortlived anyways.

(More pictures coming!!)

"Forbidden love, such a dangerous game"

Okay, this might be the only post this week. I'll explain in a bit.

So, the party started, as usual, on Thursday. We went to Club XS, as usual, and had a very typical night for there. Well, there was some drama I got to watch (which is the only time I ever enjoy drama, when I get to watch and not have anything to do with it! Yayyyy free entertainment!)

Now, Friday spring break started but I am spending spring break being spontaneous and letting loose, staying with different friends and so on and so forth. Soooo, I didn't know what I was going to do that night until my friend Carl called me and said "Hey, you want to go to Baltimore?" So Carl, Brendan, and I went to Baltimore to a club called Sonar. It was pretty nice, different, but nice. A lot of fun...and it's a mixed crowd so it's awesome to test out your gaydar there.
And I met a boy. *blushes* His name is Derrick. He doesn't really like gay clubs, so he says, but....well, I'll come back to that later.

Anywho, Carl went to spend the night at a friend of his' house (his friend, coincidentally, is also named Brendan). He claims nothing happened but cuddling. Derrick came back to my friend Brendan's house with me and we slept there. I know what you're thinking but we just cuddled and watched movies.
No, we really did. I'm not even using "gay code"* when I say we watched movies.

So, late yesterday afternoon Carl and I went back to Pennsylvania. We split up, and I went to McDonald's and grabbed some food. Then I went to Harrisburg and visited my friend's Chris and Matt who I haven't seen in forever. After that, I went to Shimmer (the 18+ club here in Harrisburg) and saw a bunch of my friends who I don't see very often. It was awesome, a great time. Brendan and Derrick showed up, which was exciting and cute, that Derrick came all the way from Annapolis to Harrisburg to a type of club he doesn't really like that much to see me.

After that, I left to go do my job dancing at Club XS. I picked up Matt (who I'd left at his house so he could shower) and then we went down to York. It was a decent night, there was a new dancer who is a lot of fun and his looks...lemme put it this way: he reminds me of Usher. Yeah.
The night went well, minimal incident. TONS of people. When I say TONS of people I mean, I parked at the McDonald's that's about a block away.
Brendan, Derrick, Josh and Cody showed up at XS later. I brought Cody back to his car in Harrisburg when I was driving Matt home.

Speaking of the drive home, I almost hit a dog. I'm just driving along and all of a sudden there's this German shepherd running at me. I screamed, swerved, and didn't hit it OR the middle barrier. I still had to pull over and calm down though. Scariest. Thing. Ever.

Anyways, back at Matt and Chris' place, we popped in Another Gay Movie and watched it. That was really funny. I don't know that it's really something to watch a lot but it was good. A nice spoof of American Pie. And then I passed out on their couch.

I don't have the slightest idea what I'm doing next. It's kind of exciting. :)

Oh, there should be pictures from Sonar and XS soon!!

*In the movie Eating Out, Jim Verraros' character tells his straight roomie that "watch a movie" is what gay men say they're going to do when they want to hook up. In my experience, this is true.

"Before we play the game, let me say that I never lose"

So, let me start by saying that I am in SUCH a good mood today. I slept an almost normal amount of sleep (unlike my 12 hour coma the night before...that was some crazy ass shit :-P), and when I woke up I pulled out my as-of-yet unopened book Yoga in Bed by Edward Vilga. The book is full of nice easy stretches to do in the morning when you first wake up and right before you go to bed. The stretches are very easy to do and perfect for beginners like myself, and perfect for people who don't have time to do yoga during the day. It even includes tips for power napping -- something I can really use! I highly recommend it.
It's definitely a step in the right direction for something I haven't been doing terrifically at: taking care of myself. I also took my morning pills today -- it's been a while since I took my pills. I've also written down a to-do list for tomorrow that includes calling my doctor and making an appointment. I've got enough going for me right now that I can't afford to be slacking off and ending up in the hospital.

Another thing improving my mood? Fairview Sue, of course! She did this whole post about how fabulous and unscratched I am and it really brightened my...well, I guess this is still morning since I've only been awake for a couple hours. (No, but since I went to bed at 6 am, I'm really not a waste of life!)
And the comment that our favorite Down Under stud Shaney left on the post was also an ego boost. :)

Speaking of Down Under studs...Aussiebum not only makes the hottest underwear, but they have the most gorgeous models. Seriously. I've been going through the site this morning looking at things I want to order when I think mom won't mind or get suspicious or after she's found out I'm go-go dancing and finished flipping out about it. :-P

Anyways, I won't keep you waiting any longer, I know what you want to hear about (or at least I think I do)....last night was....WOW. I know I say that every time I have a weekend or go out for a night, but every night I get surprised at how much fun I have!
First of all, I hadn't been out with the kids from our Gay\Straight Alliance since November, really. Some of them I hadn't even seen since November when I started working at the club I now work at (almost!) every weekend. Also, my friend and Queer Mentor* who graduated at the end of last year showed up on campus to surprise us!
Also, Cody found out I was going so he went. As did Brendan, bringing a new friend of his named Joey. Carl was there with some friends of his. And my friend John who I haven't seen since November was there. Codi, who bartends there, was there with his boyfriend even though he wasn't working tonight. Mark was there, Danny was there, Adam was DJing, Will was training the new bartender, Jacki was working the door, Loki was on staff, Ray was doing security, Brenda was checking IDs...all these people I hadn't seen in forever because they work there! All in all, it was amazing to see all of these people!

Unfortunately, there were like 3 people there who I didn't know. They were awesome, but it was dead. It was cool though, we made the party happen.

(This picture is of my lesbian (yes, mine) Margie and I doing our "Just a Little Too Late" faces at each other while the song was playing. Her Lesbian Death Glare has been perfected.)

Worse still, there was drama. Well, apparently there was some lesbian drama going on, but I followed the Treatise of Drama* and stayed the hell out of it. But there was other drama....
Now, I had heard that some of the bartenders and managers from the club I work at had gone to this club and made asses out of themselves and been banned. I hadn't realized that they had gone so far as to ban all employees of the rival club -- which includes me. I understand their thinking here, I really do, but there were some problems with that:
-I hadn't driven, which means I was going to be stuck in the stairwell til 2 in the morning.
-From a business perspective, 11 people from my school came. Most weekends they stay on campus for their partying. Not to be stuck on myself BUT....what does that tell you?
-There were probably less than 10 people there who weren't there in the.
-When I take a night off...I have no other clubs to go to.
Anyways, Jacki talked to Loki on my behalf (after she gave me my five bucks back and told me I had to leave in a really apologetic way). She said she was going to discuss it with the club's owner too, because I have never given her a problem. Which, I'm sure isn't true, but whatever.

Anyways, I was allowed in for the night and she didn't take a cover charge the second time I went in...so I bought a lot of drinks. The new bartender they had that night, Josh I think they said his name was....CUTE!! Gonna have to go back soon, and on one of his weekends, so I can maybe talk to him a little bit more. I gave him big tips though, so I think I got his attention at least. (Also, I was talking to Brendan and said "The new bartender is CUTE!" right when the song faded so I'm damn sure he heard it. Whoops. :-P)

*At my school, we have these people called "Peer Mentors" who teach incoming freshmen about our school. Ryan, my "Queer Mentor" taught me about the gay culture when I came out, so we call him that. In return, I am referred to as his protogay. (protoge? It's really very clever. :-P)

*The Treatise of Drama is a (fictional) document written and signed in the early '70s (or whenever) which clearly states that gay men are not to be involved in lesbian drama and lesbians are not to be involved in gay drama. If it is mixed drama, it is fair game. All drama is fair game for heterosexuals.

I'm so excited about this that I simply HAVE to share it.

Tonight I'm not going to work.
I'm going to the club I used to go to every weekend before I started dancing. They haven't seen me in months. They also don't know I'm coming. A few people know, but they've been instructed not to tell.

It's going to be exciting.
Unless it sucks there tonight. :-P

And for those keeping score, that means no income this week at all, but a couple thousand dollars for car repairs to spend next week. Whoops. :-P

Right now, as I sit here, I can hear the sounds of college life. There's a guy rapping down the hall, something just broke somewhere, and my roommate is playing a video game. No one is drunk and no one is playing guitar, but otherwise...Oh. There was just a (very manly) scream that came from a movie someone is watching down the hall. It doesn't get more college than this, unless somebody's drunk.
....and as I say this, Bridger starts yelling "HEY! HEY EVERYBODY!" so I go "What're you yelling about?" and he goes "Hey Graham". Maybe there is a drunk person, and somebody just started really early.

So, now...this week has been a week full of stories which I have neglected to share here. I promise to keep these all thought provoking or at least mildly entertaining.

As far as the job hunt goes...well, it's sort of halted. I neglected to mention that Saturday night, Cody (the bartender at Shimmer) told me they were looking for another bartender, and he thinks I should do it. I think I need a job, and it's not like I've never worked at a club before. Shimmer is much tamer than Gallery anyways, more PG-13...so it should be fine working there. So it's a possibility I will be exploring this weekend.

On Tuesday, I had a job interview at Abercrombie. It went well except for how I neglected to mention any of the people I know who work or have worked there. So...I made sure to go socialize with my friend Zach who was working there right afterwards. We'll see, they said they would call in a week if I got the job. Keep your fingers crossed, guys! I really need this, I am so frustrated and worried over this.
I feel like something else exciting happened Tuesday, but not really. I just hung out with Anthony for a little while...

Oh! I remember now. As you may recall, the bathrooms at Park City are incredibly difficult, usually. However, this time I was delighted! I discovered that the reason I usually have so much trouble is that the bathrooms have been used too much. But on a Tuesday...there was paper towels in dispensers everywhere!! There was soap in the automatic soap dispenser, so I got to use soap! It was wonderful!
Of course, my other complaints about the bathroom still stand...but oh well.

Wednesday was a Wednesday. Blah. Then, there was last night.
Last night I had a cosmo for the first time, ever. Also last night? My friend Kate made cosmos for the first time ever. Which is how I can safely say I was a step above tipsy -- stroooooooong cosmo. Very strong. Plus, I'm a lightweight. It led to some interesting times. I'm not even sure I can really go into them.

In other news, I have some news about my friends from this summer. Sadly, its not good. There's some kind of drama going on, I didn't get any details. I'm afraid that may be why nobody's talking to me though, and that makes me very, really, ridiculously beyond sad.

More misadventures!

The past day or so have been...well...eventful.

You see, yesterday, I skipped math class. I had a job interview at Abercrombie & Fitch. Funny thing though. It was okay though, I needed the break. We'd been learning about other bases, and ancient number systems, and other things that made my brain leak out my ears. Which, ew at the mental image. Moving on....

On the way to the mall, the most exciting thing happened. You see, in Rhode Island, we're shitty drivers. I'm a better drive than most Rhode Islanders, and I am far from being good at driving. So, we're driving. My friend Jess, who is coming with me, looks out the window and goes "Oh, they're cute!" to the people driving on our right. That was my only warning, but fortunately it got me to ease on my brakes or I probably would have hit the cement barrier to my left to avoid getting hit by them.
Those same people procede to cut us off, which ordinarily would piss me the fuck off. I have terrible road rage, and I would've been cursing up a storm at that. Except for one thing. They're license plate. It had the inmistakable waves on it. I, in Central Bumfuck Pennsylvania, and been cut off by one of my own people! I was ecstatic!

The first thing, of course, is that the bathroom in Park City is totally automated. So this leads to about twenty minutes in it every time. Why? Well, because the sink's won't turn on right away. You hold out your hands for, roughly, forever. Finally water comes out. Not in like a stream though -- oh no -- in spurts. It spurts out at your hands. And then you try to get soap, which I have not managed to get to work once. And then, you have to get more spurts of water. Or you give up, and you go over to the automated hand dryer. And you wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You wave your hands around it, circling the machine, then moving your hands in front of it. Obviously, nothing happens. You wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You're about ready to give up and you pull your hands away and the thing comes roaring to life. So you shove your hands back up near it and try to dry your hands. But air dryers never work anyways. But I have yet to find any paper towles (although the trash can is full of them so they must be somewhere in there). So I inevitably leave with wet hands that have not been washed with soap.

We went up the escalator and, of course, stopped in Abercrombie (hot employees, obvi!!) Plus, y'know, my interview, which wasn't for a while yet. So then we went into H&M, and then into Victoria's Secret because Jess needed a bra. We'd been in H&M long enough though, that I had to bail on her for my interview. Or I thought I did.
Abercrombie does these group interviews twice a week. So I sat down on the couch and waited. No one else showed up, and no manager either. So I went to the counter and casually asked if they wanted me to come back. And by casually, I mean first I watched them goof off behind the ocunter, laughed at them, conversed a little bit, and then asked. Two of them jumped up and ran into the backroom. One of them returned and said they wanted me to come back Tuesday. Fortunately, Western Civ. is canceled on Tuesday. So I agreed to.
My friend Zach, who works there, wants me to work with him and I would love to. Also, I am dying to get myself a nice denim jacket, and the discount on the ones in Abercrombie (which are $40!!!) would be all kinds of famazing.

So Jess and I met up again, continued our oggling of both clothing and pretty people, and ended up in a store called Rave. A woman's clothing store. The employees were friendly, so we chilled with them for a while. This one guy who who works there was clearly hitting on me, but that was fine. He wasn't making me uncomfortable, so I pretty much ignored it and was just conversational.
So, a bit later, Jess convinces me to try on some women's jeans. She picks out a size 1 and a size 3 for me to try on. I relented, and went into the fitting room. I tried the size 1 first.
Jess: "How do they look?"
Me: "They won't go past my thigh and I can't get my other leg in. Who wears these and how long have they not been eating for?"
The size threes fit (barely) so she bought them for me. I actually wore them today. I had to wear them very low so I could breath. But dayum did my ass look FINE. :P

Last night was Amateur Strip Night at the club in Harrisburg, so I took some people with me. At first, I was the only one who was stripping (and I was only stripping because I was being made to because of the whole Mr. Shimmer ordeal). Then one of the other club regulars who pretty much strips most nights anyways showed up, and he ready to go.
Only thing is, we needed three contestants. So we spent the rest of the night trying to find one more contestant, male, female, both, neither, didn't matter. No one seemed willing. Finally, at 1 pm, my friend Mario had had enough to drink and we convinced/forced him to participate.
And he won!!!!!!!

So, then we were in the parking lot when I ran into Zach, and he told me I was crazy for wanting to interview at Rave and he was acting like I already had the job. Whatev. But then I ran into another friend of mine, and a bunch of us ended up at a diner. So I didn't get back to school until 4:30 am. At which point, I pretty much passed out in my bed and awoke at 11:30 and got dressed for another day of fun mall adventures.

You see, I had to interview at Rave. This time, my friend Sara came with me. She bought clothes, more than she probably should have, at various stores. I brought her inside Abercrombie, which made her feel dirty.
And then it came time for my interview. I went into Rave. And Jon, the guy who was supposed to interview me (and had been hitting on me yesterday) was not there. So I mentioned he'd said I could call his cell phone, but he'd decidedly not left his cell phone number. So they gave it to me, and I called to find out why he wasn't at work when he was supposed to be.
And then I found out that I was actually interviewing for an assistant manager position, so the fact that I can call late employees was good. I also related a tale from when I was stage managing of when I went and got one of my actors. They seemed impressed by that. So, hopefully, my job hunt is over. Hopefully. We'll see.

"You're scared shitless, is he a hit or miss?"

I think this weekend I made a very important step in my being hung up on this guy from the summer. Really, he was just supposed to be a fun summer fling so this kind of infatuation is entirely unhealthy and out-of-character.
Especially since he's in Rhode Island and I'm, well...not.

Anyways, I'd not called the guy in two weeks, so I was all proud of that. Except that when I woke up yesterday, my phone told me I had slept through him calling me. So that pretty much had me all fantasizing that he was calling to say how much he missed me or whatever. It wasn't good.

Buuuut, I went to the club last night. Really, I went to get my Mr. Shimmer sash. But, I was with a group of people (I opted out of driving because I know what kind of comments I would get after last week's little incident...with the building...and my car...) so I stuck around. Plus, there's a new DJ. And he's actually really good.
Well, last night was a good night because there was a whole lot of people who are cool at the club and not many people who aren't cool.

As usual, I went crrrrrrrrrrazy on the dance floor. I sweated so much that my hair lost it's fauxhawk and became this...thing. And I hardly ever sweat.
And then I did my thing that I usually do: I found the four hottest guys there and kept making eye contact with them and doing my adorable "come hither" half-smile/smirk. Of course, it pretty much didn't work, I got no phone numbers and I gave none out BUUUUUUT...the fact is I put forth some effort. Probably not as much as I normally would have. But the thing, I had that goal in mind. I count this as an important step in the moving-on process.

(The picture is a ridiculously bad picture of me in Shimmer like ages ago...)

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.