"Gays of Our Lives"

My life is sometimes compared to a soap opera. I won't lie, sometimes it seems like it would make a good TV show. Most of the time though, I laugh at those jokes.
Not so much this weekend. This weekend has been very, very soap operatic.

Craig seems to be warm for my form* again, so that's good news. I know, every time I post it's hot or cold, but at least right now....all's well that's going well for the time-being. :-P

This weekend was...WOW. I went to work Friday, and brought two dear friends of mine who were fully intending on getting shitfaced. And oh boy did they ever!
When we got into the car to go home (this is after the bouncer Nelson helped me bring them to the car in the first place) the vomiting started. We'd been smart and brought bags. But that was when my number one fan, also drunk, decided that he should get in the passenger seat of the car next to me and try to convince me to go home with him. Now, he's like seventy, so I was pretty much like "Pop your Viagra, get a facelift or six, and come back fifty years ago. Then we'll talk." For a number one fan, he hadn't even tipped me that night, so I decided if he kept it up he was going to become my number one restraining order.
My friends vomited the entire hour ride back to school. They were still vomiting for a good long while after we got them into the dorm that I was dropping them off in.

Needless to say, I slept most of Saturday after a night like that.
Then I headed on over to the mall to get my car fixed (as I've been driving on a spare since I blew a tire two weeks ago). They had the tire. They had the rim. They were all ready to stick on my car. "Fifteen minutes," they said, "Stick around."
So I stuck around.
One hour I stuck around. I was not pleased.

So, just by sad coincidence, I was supposed to be at the theater exactly when that hour ended. So I called my stage manager for my one act and professed my profound apologies at the incompetence of the Tires Plus people. Not incompetence -- lack of time management skills.

The one acts went marvelously, and then went and struck the set. I left strike early, and went to go get ready for work. So I'm mildly shocked when Cody gives me a call and asks for Jason's number.
Now, how had he missed the little game or whatever it was where Jason refuses to give me his number and totally toys with me and my gullibility over this? C'mon now, let's be real. So I say no, and ask why.
Well, what was going on was Josh's own personal issues so I won't go into them but let me just say that this kind of shit belongs on television, not in real life. End of discussion. Get me a camera crew if this gonna keep up.

So I got to work and Cody called me to let me know that Josh was okay and safe. Cody had been out looking for Josh for at least forty-five minutes and he stayed with him until Josh's parents arrived. Then Cody came out to XS because of something else major going out:
Our friend from last school year, David, had disappeared in June when he started dating this MAJOR creepy asswad. They broke up (I think) last week, and David was just now coming back to us. Like when a character comes back to life in a TV show. It was very exciting, very good. He's shaved his head...but, hey, whatever works for him. He has a nice car now so that's an improvement. :-P
I also made a few new friends, although I didn't manage to get all their numbers so I'm hoping they'll be back for the big party that is next Saturday!

The three of us crashed at a friend of David's place. Cody slept on the floor, and David and I tried to share the couch but that wasn't so much happening. Noting my discomfort, the friend invited me to sleep in his bed with him. He warned me he was a cuddler.
Cuddling, however, led to shirt-removal, which led to making out....you know where I'm going with this. It meant nothing, it really was nothing. Just a hook-up. So incredibly just a hook-up, that it is the most hook-uppiest hook-up I have ever hooked. Which I think I'm oddly okay with, although I do feel kind of like a slut.

Today, Cody and I hung out. He brought me Oreos. Big mistake. I've been battling my addiction to those cookies and for three weeks I've not had any in the room. He brought two packages. He's a friggin' enabler. These are normal ones, but next thing you know...it's Double Stuf. Then it's the chocolate covered, or peanut butter, or caramel, or white fudge, or the funky red-cream holiday ones! And then before you know it, I'm back to spending all of my money on Oreos and not on important things!


*Credit for this phrase goes to my fabulous friend Mel!

"Your problems don't exist when the music feels like this..."

I want to go back to the weekend.

I spent yesterday on a train, and it was awful. We were prob'ly 45 minutes late getting back to PA because the train would not leave stations for like twenty minutes. Get the people and leave, that's your job!!
Then I had to race around doing shit, and then I had to go buy things for my one act -- but I couldn't find anything I needed, not anywhere!

Then I had my one act rehearsal, not the dress rehearsal thank God -- but because Night A of the festival did have their dress rehearsal, we couldn't rehearse in the space. We spent most of the rehearsal wandering around from place to place looking for a good place to rehearse. We never found on, but my actress practiced hitting my actor over the head with the gun so I guess we accomplished something. It was very, very, very frustrating.

So, I came back to my room, all frustrated and in kind of bad mood. So when Boy-Craig IMed me (or did I IM him? I don't remember...), I was pretty pleased -- because, hey, who better to cheer me up, right? Except, no. Apparently, despite my attempts to be charming, the fact that I was honest and talked about my dancing (not a lot, mind you) made Craig's mother hate me.
Of course, if I'd been less surprised to see Craig's mother, it probably would have dawned on me that Craig's had bad experiences with dating dancers before and obviously, mom would know and would be wary. But I didn't ask if anyone else was at Olive Garden, or who, so it's not my fault.
I screwed up, and I apologized, profusely. But the damage was done, and now Craig is all "I don't know, I don't know" second guessing himself again. His mother said I reminded her of his ex. His ex, of course, was dancing behind his back, cheating on him, sleeping around, and all around deserves to be castrated and then thrown off a helicopter into the Sahara. I'm nothing like his ex, which I explained to him. He said he knew...but if he knows that, then why is he letting his mother's comment bother him so much? I mean, I understand being bothered by the fact that his mother doesn't like me, but being bothered by that comment?
AGH MEN!

Then I woke up today not feeling very good but I got all ready for classes and work. Then I went to class. While I was there, Christine, who I work with at abercrombie, called and told me they were trying to cut hours and that I didn't need to come in. So, yay that. So I came back to my room and passed out until 3:30, pretty much.

I'm still feeling pretty gross but I really need to track down a folding chair.

I just want my weekend back. It was simple, it was spectacular.

"Might need you to say it's alright..."

So I have been having a little bit of stress. A teensy weensy bit anyways. Tomorrow morning I have a presentation I'm totally under prepared for, call backs for my show were tonight (I wound up with a phenomenal cast, but not the one I wanted thanks to our dear old professor Mike...)

I came up to my room tonight beyond dead. I was practically a brain-eating zombie. And then I check my e-mail and I found the most amazing things ever.

Now, Pete Ross was having a not-good day the other day so I dropped him an ecard, like I do sometimes. I mean it takes two seconds, makes somebody smile, so whatever. But he sends me two e-mails with a grand total of FOUR collages to make my night. How amazing? I know it's not Thursday but I'm gonna have to give him a big ol' Pretty Person of the Week, again, because he's just that incredible.He said he'd been embarrassed in the grocery store doing that too. How amazing is it when someone goes out of their way to publicly humiliate themselves just because you took two minutes sending them an ecard?

(Okay, granted, it took more than two minutes but only because I'm technologically-challenged.)

"Forget what we're told, before we get too old..."

And just think, if I owned a camera I could have that very same picture!

That's right, today I was in the gay area of Philadelphia. For about an hour. That's like a fifth of the time we spent getting to and from Philly, but oh well.

Well, let's start from the beginning because it was a busy day. First my alarm went off. I stumbled over to it and hit "snooze". Next thing I know I'm waking up again. So I lie awake for a second and then the alarm goes off again. So I went over and turned it off.

So, later on I head off to breakfast. I get there, I eat, nothing special. On the way to my car, I run into my friend Elyse. We begin to chat, most specifically about our romantic lives. She tells me she's heard that people saw Anthony making out with someone other than me at a party on Friday night. Okay, so I know he did that, he told me so I was cool with it. But at this point, that means there's a rumor going around school that I'm being cheated on. How do I nip that in the bud? Well, easy way is the same easy way to deal with his trust issues -- dump him. But I kinda don't want to.

Anyways, that's neither here nor there.
There was an Eagles game tonight. You know what that means? THREE HOURS FROM LANCASTER TO PHILLY! Justin, Danny, and I were not pleased. But getting there made up for it, that's for sure! The streets were filled with music, laughter, happiness, the occassional lesbian catfight (okay, one, and the bitches nearly landed on me :-P). Full of life and vibrance.

Also there were haters, drag queens, and the occassional person dressed as a zombie or a Pacific Island cannibal...but what can ya do? :-P

So, we zooooooooooomed back to Etown so I could be in time for auditions. You see, I'm directing a one act play in our one act festival. Unfortunately, I was still late. Fortunately, my stage manager Keith was there. He is such a life saver.

Anyways.......a whole lot's gone on since I started this post. And now I have four hours between now and my first class of the week........so I'll relate it all later.

In the meantime, my thoughts and prayers are going out to my Muse, my friend Matt in Massachusetts, and Pete Ross. May your days get brighter.

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.