Matchmaker, Matchmaker...

I was on manhunt.net tonight, avoiding men as I usually do nowadays when a guy messages me. His profile says this:

ani ohev bisli

ani ohev boolbool yoter

I reply to his message with:

hi., What is that in your profile? haha a secret language?

He replies with:

hebrew
r u in park slope cuz it says ur 10014 zip code

I mean come on, seriously!? It's a site for sex and you expect people to pick up on that?!

A secret language...that's a GOOD one! In my head I'm thinking, oh that's cute. Probably something he invented when he was a kid and spoke with his mother.

Weekend In the Country

Time for illegal bootleg musical reviews:

1. Hedwig and the Angry Inch (stage version) — Phenomenal! Really funny, sometimes bad sound quality. Totally great though. I just feel for it much more than the movie. There's something about a stage show with one person telling a tale. You don't need all the extra scenes, you just need that energy to get you through. The ending was great, when Hedwig turns into Tommy, it just explained a lot to me. It also made more sense to me than the movie.
2. Sweeney Todd Revival — It was so great to see Patti back on the stage again. I remember seeing it in 2005 and hating it. I was in a much different place in my life though. I wasn't happy. Watching it again has made me realize how much I adore it. It's a brilliant revival. All the characters are played very well and with a touch of craziness. Watching it through something struck me about the ending. That I never thought of. It's just a silly little fact, but it made things a little more interesting.
3. Chess the 2003 Concert Version — Funny show. I still enjoy the Swedish production more. It was great to finally hear. Yet something lacked...oh yes the ending. The DVD cuts out right before the final song. I don't mind, I got all I needed from it. The extra songs they added is what I mean. That's all I needed to hear, really. Otherwise it's kind of a snooze, but fun to watch. The Swedes do it so much better because it's a full out production. Sure you can't understand a word, but it's so fun to watch.
   

In other news, it's been go-go-go in life. Tomorrow will be the third day I don't get proper sleep. It's how it works. You sit there and say, well if he has no free time, then how is he watching musicals?

My answer is, while I write my paper, while I sew my beret, while I do things. I envy those who "have time" I look forward to it someday soon. Finishing this paper tonight has assured me sometime.

I was going to write more, but I got distracted...DAMN!

Her life must change

Come to bed Laura Brown.

Ah, Pairee!

So I handmade this Beret...extra floppy yo!
Sometimes I wish that I were Beth Fowler. I would be famous, but without all that publicity...

Remind me why I'm alone again?

A Childhood in SierraTM Part I

It all started the other night when I was reading about the 13 scariest moment in video game history. Number 2 (warning it's a touch gross) was this scene from a video game of my childhood, which was Phantasmagoria a game I played countless times in my preteen and early teenage years. This game was made by none other than Sierra a company that's games shaped my childhood.

Not having many friends growing up I had three big hobbies. Playing in the woods by myself for countless hours and and creating imaginary tales in my mind, riding my bike for hours and continuing the story trend and playing Sierra computer games for hours and letting the stories be told me me. Sierra created some of the most amazing Adventure games of all time. Unfortunately, as time progressed and people got bored with stories and wanted blood, these games have faded away.

The graphics were impressive and pixelated, but above all else the stories of each game were enticing and memorizing, join me as I take a walk down memory lane...*

Long ago it all started with this game, Torin's Passage, that just transported me into this magical world where I was mystified. I played this game probably hundreds of times looking to solve all the secrets. The puzzles were very difficult for a 8 year old, but I solved them using only the cryptic hint guide in the game. The game kept score of 100 points and I can rightly say that you could only ever get 99 points total. I played enough times and never got that final point! It also had 7 chapters, which each chapter took place in a different world. You could start in any world, but you wouldn't see all the story movies that let the cute tale unfold. It had plot twists that used to leave me in tears. The love story was bittersweet and the ending was complete but tragic in it's own way.

Then my aunt introduced me to Kings Quest VII. I was hooked from the moment it installed onto my computer. It was difficult and once again enticing, when I discovered that the preceding six other games were available in the Roberta William's collectors edition I was in bliss! Who needed friends when the Daventry family was there to show you the way? Granted the games were a touch primitive and the graphics weren't complex, but the story was impressive.

In seven games they told the story of a royal family and their adventures. The first game told of Sir Graham's quest to become king of Daventry. The second was about Graham's quest for his soon to be wife, Valanice, who was trapped in a tower. The third game told the story of their son, Edgar who was kidnapped by a wizard as a baby and his return to Daventry and learning of his true family. The fourth of Rosella as she set out on her own quest to save Graham as he fell ill. The fifth returned Graham as his entire Kingdom has been stolen by an evil wizard and put into a Jar. The sixth (and probably the best of the games) told of Edgar's adventure to find his true love (following in his father's footsteps of course, but this time the game was so complex). Finally, the seventh was Rosella's chance to find her long lost love and for the first time you played Valanice (the sassy dame she was indeed). The stories were all interweaved and that made them all the more amazing.

I even bought a book that catalogued the entire series, The King's Quest Companion, which contained all you ever needed to know. Including maps of each of the lands they traveled.

Then came Space Quest. This series proved that games coule be incredibly humorous and still interesting for Six Episodes. They were parodies of everything Space and Sci-Fi. They mocked Star Wars, Philip K. Dick, Terminator and even the Wizard of Oz. The Titles were SQ I: The Sarien Encounter, SQ II: Vohaul's Revenge, SQ III: The Pirates of Pestulon, SQ IV: Roger Wilco and the Time Rippers, SQ V: The Next Mutation and SQ VI: The Spinal Frontier.

Each one got more funny as they went on. The best of this series was SQ IV where you traveled in time through the different Space Quest games of the past, present and future. It was a brilliant idea! Genius even. Specially when SQ IV ended with you meeting your future wife, only to meet her for real in the next game. Talk about wonderful plot twists!

End of Part 1, Part 2 soon!

* Some links lead to youtube videos others lead to pictures. Click them all to get a feel of my childhood.

Quick Notes, Quick Notes!

1. I will blog another time, but I am THRILLED to say that a friend of mine just sent me like 24 DVDs of different Broadway shows! I'll be blogging about it later. Let's say I have two shows with Patti Lu. Side Show, Marie Christine, Carrie, two Cabarets and so many more! I'm SO happy right now. I can't wait to watch them all.
2. I am once again ignoring my research paper and heading to Manhattan to see a SAW movie MARATHON! For 11 dollars I'll be seeing the first three SAW movies back to back. How brutally fun that will be. I bought enough Chocolate to kill a FAT lady even. I probably won't sleep tonight for all the gruesome imagery, but it's 11 bucks and it's three movies. I DID get a friend to come along, he'll be late but he's already seen the first one so that's good at least.
3. I feel more flustered than I have EVER been, I didn't accomplish a single thing today, and yet I now have so many musicals to watch. Really research papers can suck my BALLS!
4. Oh yes I forgot, the Chess Concert starring Julie Murney, Raul Esparza, Adam Pascal, Josh Groban and Sutton Foster is ALSO one of the shows I have...LIFE IS COMPLETE!

Time to watch some blood.

The Goblins will be out...

Though I am not REALLY celebrating Halloween this year since I will be at work and I need to wake up early the next morning. I think I will dress up and go to work...perhaps. I don't really need to, but this weekend I am going to shop and see what I can find.

I have decided what I am going to be. A young Albus Dumbledore when he was at Hogwarts and in his formative years.

Seeing that J.K. Rowling has broken bounds by including a gay character in her legendary series and leaving out God all together, I may as well celebrate this fact. So in case you ever wondered what Albus looked like as a young man, I can answer that easily...

You should see his wand too, long and hard!

Evil du(de)

I know he's supposed to be considered REALLY hot and muscular. However, I find Cheyenne Jackson really unattractive.

Example:
But why do you think so, Iguana? You ask. Well I'll tell you, he just looks evil. The eyes are to light for his dark hair, it gives him this maniacal look. Also his smirk and well his whole looks is creepy to me. Plus I'm not convinced he's 32...

In the style of Sunset Blvd, I want to say to him, "Nothings wrong with being 40, unless you're acting 20."

Patterns in Life

On this week, a year ago I wrote this:

So really quick cause that's apprently how my life is about to move...

Cause I don't have time to REALL type out an entry I'll just post the email I just wrote to a friend explaining my situation. I'm freaking out right now. But I do love my Post-Script. Even in times of panic I still think about theater.



J,

Its completely understandable, I am sorry that happened. It was sort of sucky, the guy who I was "dancing" with revealed he was totally gay when he spoke with CJ. He didn't even like me enough to talk to me after we shared such a special moment. haha.

So about the actual REAL news in my life. I am trying my best to stay calm, but it was in Philosophy where I started losing my nerve. Neil has mentioned how the lease is up in October. Meaning if they don't let the woman renew her lease, I have to be out soon. I'm trying not to cry but I feel tears coming. I have never felt this tense in my life. Neil is in a messy state, he's nervous as hell and it only made me feel worse. He is all paranoid that the landlord caught on that I was living there (by asking our neighbors) because they're the only people who could possibly know I'm "living" there. And that that may be the reason they're not renewing the lease.

That's what's in his head. What is more reasonable is apprently several months ago some bitchy tenant on a different floor accused Neil of subletting from the woman (they have told everyone they're dating and she is away in Europe for a while) and that she probably complained to the landlord (as people aren't allowed to sublet in that building apprently...I have no real idea. Neil tells me this ALL today) So the woman called and told him they're not letting her renew the lease, but she doesn't know 100% why. So he's feeling this immense guilt trip thinking about telling the woman that I was there for a little bit inbetween apartments. I told him to just play stupid until information is told to him. Also he started freaking out MORE because someone rang the buzzer, no one EVER does and someone came to the door, Neil didn't answer cause he just got that phone call. So in short his stress has moved to me, yadda yadda and I'm about to cry. So I'm trying to just figure out what to do, I'm gonna call Scott when I get home from school to ask about that room and then there's like two other possible things, but other than that I may have to move in less than a month and really that doesn't wear right on the soul.

I'm sitting in class thinking. OMG I need to find a place to move, I need to find time to move and I need to possibly do this in all of about 2-3 weeks. Therapy has to wait it seems and a nervous breakdown in on the edge. I'm in midterms, I've got papers due, I have work to go to, and all this other stuff. Now I need to move, I'm terrified of moving again and having what happens happens. Do you think you'd be able to help me rent a Uhaul when the time comes, there is a place right down the road. I don't want to hire movers again.

Craig

P.S. Did you ever find someone to tak the extra ticket to My Deah? I could have someone in mind. I know that's not really top priority but I was wondering.


I guess if anyone can help me out I would appreciate that, but it's just hope I'm living on.

I realized that this explains why I'm having the issues I'm having right now. A year ago I was in panic mode, the only thing I could think of was staying afloat, staying in the city. I didn't worry about the future, only making it to the next day.

This year being a little less hectic of course it's natural that I'm finding something to worry about that involves future plans. I shouldn't worry, yet I do. It's weird to have had the year I had last year. What's stranger is that marking this week means the year is done officially and these struggles officially become memory.

I am trying my best to keep my spirits up and all that other rut. It's funny that with the marking of this year ending. I look back and see so much that's changed, yet it all seems to little.

This also marks the official entrance of the GC into my life, him being absent for a bit while he was on a trip. Being grateful and helpful to give me a place to stay and help during the hard times. It's not difficult to see why I felt the way I did for him, with the kindness he gave to me. It's also somewhat ironic that he's really no longer in my life at all anymore. Yearly cycles truly are so strange, yet the patterns always prove to be the same.

And thus the caterpillar sheds it's cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

A New Brain

Now, I find that about two people who read this will find it as enjoyable as I do. Regardless, if you could enter my mind at any time of any day this is most likely what you would find going on in there...

Trying to focus...

What would you like to do? How can such a simple question throw me completely for a loop. All day I've been feeling weird because early in the morning my Costume Design teacher asked me, "You're not a BFA are you?" My eyes opened wide and I answered, "No, I'm not." Then of course she follows that with, "Well, what would you like to do?" I handled myself well in practically ignoring the question.

It threw me off. Questions enter my head, I don't know what to do still. I have an idea. Yet, all the ideas always lead to the area of school. I have a grad school future planned. A possible grad school idea planned. Do I know how to live a normal life? A life without a school setting?

It's all a mystery, the idea I suppose would be to get a job in the theatrical world. I still have all of 2008 to figure it out. Yet, I don't know how to focus on anything. I can't focus on anything with the way I lead life. I work and school. I have friends who have worked on shows as designers and such. Yet, I never have. I haven't even done an internship. As we all know, it's not for trying!

Yet, I'll go to an adviser at school and they act like they can't help me. They're to concerned with their Grad Students. It infuriates me. I can't go on with this topic, it's drawing me into more depression than I'd like.

Attend the Tale...

In my humble opinion, and that doesn't mean much, it keeps looking better every time I see a trailer. There's always that chance though that they've left out ALL the flaws.

Pretending to be Betty Buckley

"Years from now, when you talk about this—and you will—be kind." —Deborah Kerr

That concludes my tribute to Ms. Kerr. You will be missed.

In an attempt to save money, I am denying myself the trip to Don't Tell Mama's tonight to see Chatterbox featuring Ms. Betty Buckley. I will be seeing her again in February at the Queen's Theatre...hopefully...

Tonight I see Ahrens and Flaherty's new show The Glorious Ones, for that I am one happy faggot. I hear a little baby crying out in the street and more amount of Ms. Buckley's melodic voice and cover up that sound, yet there is always Meadowlark...we shall try to cover up that sound.

Walking through my college is like walking through a land of strange faces. So many races and different people with different goals. I sometimes walk and overhear students discussing classes in Science or Math and I'm completely perplexed. I always did well, but after four years of not thinking about it, I can't imagine what it would be like studying it relentlessly. Yet, I feel they will end up with all the money. I need to nab myself a med student or a scientist.

Ms. Buckley's Meadowlark has successfully drowned out the sound of crying newborns. Take that baby, take that.

My final project in Costume Construction is to make a pillow. Do you think that embroidering this into a pillow will be difficult? In all seriousness though, I would like to dedicate my pillow to Patti, purely because my teacher today said,

"Can we get through one class without..." And I was sure she was going to say talking and that my class jabbered too much. "...mentioning Patti LuPone?" My eyes narrowed and before I knew it, I was sewing right through my pointer finger. In all seriousness though, I am determined to embroider THIS (well at least the head) onto my pillow. This is my initial idea...

It will change over time I am sure. Oh Patti Lu how I cherish you.

The Cyclist has reentered my life but only through phone calls. Since some people out there have deemed me to aggravating to speak to anymore, I am trying to be nicer to others who aren't as kooky or rude.

You know when someone does something that they think isn't rude and you are totally offended? Then you have a moment and say to yourself, "You know what? I just don't care anymore...they consciously made this choice and I am going to consciously make my own decisions." Then suddenly you feel much better about yourself and those that upset just seems to melt away. Life feels better that way.

Last point of the day, Broadwayspace.com and Playbill Radio.com may be my two new favorite sites!

Big River in Sign Language

Why doesn't the Roundabout do something like this again? Instead of focusing on their Star power...

This just blows me away...I wish I had seen it...Oh wait, this was the last year the Tony Awards was ever decent...

You Will Play the Serpent...

I have finished the second of the All His Dark Material Series...WOW. What a story to be told there. Phenomenal! I sat on the Subway on the way to my play tonight, CRYING. Lee Scoresby will never be forgotten in my mind. The only difficult about loving these books now, is my pages and pages of research that I need to read for my papers for class.

Tsk, tsk.

I had a dream last night. I've been having strange dreams, they've been unsettling me. Last nights dream was that my my foot had been blown off my body somehow. I was sitting there and I hear a loud BANG and I look down and there's my foot, bone and blood. I feel no pain, but I figure it's because I'm in shock. I just sit there starring at my foot. In shock. Waiting for the pain to rush, it never does.

I wake up to find myself on the opposite side of the bed. This used to never happened, now it happens often.

Something weird for me, yet not surprising. Today by chance I put on Side Show the musical on my Shuffle. Why not? I love that show dearly, though as I listen to it more it's sort of corny, yet brilliant. I find out later today, that it's Side Show's 10th Anniversary today.

An accident, or just the cosmos telling me something...

As I was walking to the subway today I walked by a Priest. He was tall, handsome and graying. He was putting on his collar and as I walked by he looked me in eyes and said hello. Yet it was clear I had my headphones on and there was no point. Do priests usually do that? Just say hello to random strangers as they walk down the street? Or was he attracted to me?

I'm just saying...that I think this priest was totally hot.

Tonight I saw Die Mommie Die! the play Off-Broadway. Really funny and Charles Busch is to die for. Truly incredible. The show was enjoyable too.

Here she is boys!

Here she is on youtube finally! I've been searching for a bit and waiting for someone to post it.

Before I show the two best videos I want to say, buy this album...It's a wonderful, wonderful Opera! It's one of the prettiest I've heard in English. Plus it's only like 8 bucks (or less you basically pay what you want) and a big percentage goes to the artist.

Now onto Gypsy 2007:

This is the Roller Coaster

Weird Little Factoids

Speech &
Debate

— Above is a link to the new show I saw last night, Speech & Debate. It was brilliant, funny and cute. The cast is so young and talented, which makes me jealous. Sarah Steele stole the show and if you were ever the weird kid in your high school, you will love at least one of the characters. All the tickets are only 20 dollars! Lastly, Gideon Glick is kind of cute. Will not admit to that celebrity crush.

— Today, while I was at the gym I started listening to Passion by Sondheim. This is one of his lesser known shows despite the fact it was the Tony in 1994. I was unwillingly taken back to when I was in 8th grade and when I had my first gay crush. I didn't realize it was that at the time though, I just wanted to be his friend...and suck his dick.

In actuality I was crushing on three guys at the time. We were all friends and I was attracted to all three. I don't often create these torrid affairs, but when I do I have a tendency to make them complicated. They were my first male friends in like forever, I kid you not. So when I found myself sexually attracted to them, I mistook it as friendship. They loved me, thought I was the funniest person in the world. Before I left high school, 2 or the 3 still spoke highly of me. The third became a douche bag.

Moving along though, I remember after this "Friend" stopped talking to me I was lost. I would ride on my bike for hours re-listening to "I Wish I Could Forget You." Which is Donna Murphy's sensational end of Act I number. I won't have a thing said against Ms. Murphy ever. Seriously, I was 14 then? What other 14-year-olds listened to Passion? Let alone while they were going through their first gay heartbreak? Wait, in this day and age, I may actually have a few people who could agree?

Every musical has it's memory connected to me.

Lastly, did no one watch this?! No one has anything to say about it?!

Trip to Busch Gardens

First I've like to say that Jesus Christ Superstar sung by the Indigo Girls and others may sound awful, but it's an interesting little twist on it all. Why not? Amy Ray is Jesus? Anything is possible in JCS!
This weekend I went to Busch Gardens with J*. It was a rousing good time. Lots of roller coasters (including the one shown above). You literally hung 205 ft in the air for 5 seconds before they let you drop. It was amazing!

I've never ridden in the front of a Roller Coaster before. This day I did it many times. Then once the sun went down and the Gardens turned into Halloween town. And everything got a fun scary atmosphere. I like to jump and scream a lot, it's what I do. I do it well, especially when I'm in a creepy atmosphere.

I made friend with some Southerners in line whom I found intriguing and insane. Perhaps deep down I'm from the South. As apparently it's acceptable to be loud and strange in public. That is why I was drawn to them. I found them fascinating and fun. I mean we were in Virginia and it seemed to be the norm for people. Yet I still felt like an outsider.

I also was asked to dance the Polka at Oktoberfest (in the German part of the park). I did it with poise and grace, as only an Aryan can pull off. In our blood lies the master race and we can't deny it. My favorite line from that moment was when the girl who worked there was dancing with me...

German Girl: Vow! You Dance well!
Me: I'm German, it comes naturally.
German Girl: Really?!
Me: Ja!
German Girl: I'm not German, but I pretend to be!

That one made my trip, but when you create a name like Renalti or something like that, it's sort of a dead give away. Pick Spitzi or Heidi next time, no one will catch on.

The trip reaffirmed something else, deep down inside. I can't necessarily say what, but it has to do with living in New York City. That here I always feel incomplete and being out of it was a breath of much needed fresh air.

And now I shall make a minor prophecy:

I think I shall move someday in the future. Somewhere. I shall finally grow tired of the monotony and the feeling of redundancy and annoyance. I shall be sick of the fact that ever gay man here is the same and would rather live in a town of straight people who enjoy me for me. I shall be content with living in the simpleness of life and not feel that just because I haven't made it in New York City, doesn't mean I haven't made it where I live.

This is just a prophecy, if it does happen...well shall see...

* J is actually the Gentleman Caller. However, since I have ended that, the title has been stripped.

Witty

Two things before I go to bed...I have a huge crush on Jeff Whitty now. He has a boyfriend, so I'll accept my loss and chances of never getting that close to him. I only hope some day to be remotely as smart and funny as him. He also introduced me to this little gem...

Staying in the Hotel

Hotel Cassiopeia is a great example of stimulating theater. Beautiful imagery, wonderful acting and a stimulating topic.

Written by Charles Mee and directed by Anne Bogart. Mee is turning into a favorite Playwright. I can't wait to see his new play, Queens Blvd - The Musical! Of course if you want to you can read any of his plays, online, for free. BRILLIANT MEE!!!

And people say going to the theatre stoned isn't fun?

In other news, I woke up this morning and had a small panic attack. I was getting ready for the gym, thus starting my day. My mood is always reflected by my gym trip. Good trip, good mood. Strange trip, weird mood. I woke as I normally do and got ready in the same amount of time. And I went, when I started on my 4 mile/30 minute jog I realized I had less time than I planned.

This sent me into a tizzy.

I had to rearrange my day because I didn't like how it was going. I didn't like that I was running late, even though I had plenty of time for everything. I called the Costume Shop and canceled my working hours because I just could go in before my hair dried.

I studied for my Music test for a moment. Then slept from 10 to 11 am. In my clothes. I got out of bed and went to school and took my test. I went to the library to look for a book. I printed 3-4 dollars of papers...

I got my ticket to the show. I wondered if I was falling apart...

lateness isn't me.

Then I realized I set my alarm at the wrong time, tomorrow I wake up at 7:30, not Tuesdays. It's 7 am on Tuesdays...

See what 30 mins can do to one's day?

After the K-Hole

I realize some people may have read the last entry and decided to hate me or something because of my choice to use drugs. Someone did alert me that I could've died. I had a small reality check and realized...

Oops

Though my story may not be as popular as my friend who had sex three times that night apparently, I still count it as memorable, or delusional.

Speaking of sex. It's been over a month since anything has happened to me. No kissing, no fumbling, nothing. I have no one to blame by myself...my spinsterish self. The Cyclist sent me his comments on the paper he was SUPPOSED to edit.

Not a smart move to be telling me what I did wrong on my paper after I've handed it in. He ended it with look forward to seeing you soon. I laughed to myself at that point and deleted the email, intending on not caring and in that effort I have been successful.

I intended this entry to go somewhere, and it hasn't so I'll give up now.

Alice in K-Hole Land

When I woke up this morning and started my day, no where in there did I think, "Tonight will be a beautiful night to fall into a K-Hole!" I mean honestly, when does one ever plan for that? Yet such is the ways of my life sometimes. You don't expect it, yet you fall into it so easily. Then hours later as you are somewhat conscious you think that this will make an interesting little entry into your life. Notice how I didn't say blog. Let me explain shall I...


I went to work and performed life as I normally should. All night I wrestled with this gay party I was invited to. I was going to be the youngest gay man there, and therefore I would be dissected all night. Then I mentioned it to my friend at work and he insisted we go, "Let's go stir some people up." Were his words.

St. Christopher protect me

It was enjoyable, eyes darting everywhere. People coming and going. Free drinks. The whole sha-bang! I found the few friends I have, including the host who after sometime offered me a vial. Being the curious little Corine I am, I put it to my nose and sniffed.*

I admit there is some fairly interesting about doing drugs. I don't do them often, save for pot. However, in my eyes pot isn't a drug to me, but more as a necessity in making life more interesting.

Moving along...

I wasn't there for 10 minutes before this man from the last party, who I went home with almost a year ago found me. He was all over me immediately. He was drunk, a little he claimed. If he was a little drunk, than I was a little sober to see through that. He kept hanging on me reminding me of the amazing time we had, I shook my head and agreeing. Yet didn't quiet feel it. He wouldn't leave me alone, though I was prone to leave him mid-sentence so I could see other people. His little drunken state, didn't seem to mind that.

Then there was a moment, a moment I live for. When I noticed he'd disappeared, I went to go find my friend. I walked into the next room and they were making out. Not caring either way, I left. They apparently soon moved to the closet and had sex in the closet. Which was the big debacle of the party.

What can I say, I hang around with the top of my class.

What made it tiresome was when they were finished and this guy shows up again and is all touchy with me. Corine just can't keep her mouth shut sometimes, I tell him, in his slightly drunken stupor.

I saw you in the closet...WE ALL DID.

He gets all embarrassed and is trying to deny it. The closet isn't the best place to have sex, especially the place where every one's keeping their bags. I'm hardly mad at my friend, nor do I feel any attraction to this man anymore. Yet I feel this I have the salt, and see an open wound...

And it was my best friend too.

He is speechless, I put on my best smile and tell him. I don't care, yet my voice wavers. It was rather fun to do. I don't care, as I said. I wasn't looking for sex with him and I was bored. He proceeded to latch onto me and not let go. Kissing my neck and telling me how adorable I was. And as if my friend got the joke too, he would always walk up to say hello at those moments.

This is exactly why I despise men right now. Also exactly why I felt justified to play with this little mouse while I was here.

Yet my comeuppance was upon me before I knew it.

A new vial. Well let's see shall we. My friend came to the party and represented LUST, I will now take over the role of GLUTTONY. What else have I got to loss, it's already 3 am. Somewhere Kurt Weill has written an opera/ballet for us!

Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.

We lay on the bathroom floor and get dizzy and giggly. I feel myself leaving my body, it's a surreal and strange feeling. I can't control it, so I have no choice to let it happen. It feels amazing and painless. We are chatting, yet I can't focus at all. He's speaking and I'm listening. I'm moving slightly and feeling completely dizzy. It's amazing an terrifying at the same time.

There is a lapse in time. Could have been minutes, or perhaps hours. The puking does hurt, I'm so far out of my body I don't even notice any of the puking. I'm laying on a towel, where did it come from? My friend is laughing and chatting with me the entire time. Rubbing my leg and helping me stay conscious, he's locked the bathroom door so no one can see me. In my mind I feel grateful for all of this. Yet all I can say is, "I'm sorry."

My mind feels there for it all, but completely shaky. The light is so bright that every time I open my eyes I feel a soft pain. I look at my friend who is blurry through my teary eyes. In the words of Lifetime Movie: I was dancing as fast as I can!

I think to myself, perhaps this is it, perhaps I'll die here. Then he says a joke, "If you die, I'm dragging you out into the hall." I respond in my mind, I can't die that way! So I lived, with a lot of puking and dry heaving. It's funny how quickly someone can look so pretty and then turn so ugly. Yet, this afternoon when I woke up around 2, I was happy to see how slim I looked.

*Let it be known that I am fairly familiar with this host and I knew exactly what was entering my body. I wouldn't take chemicals from a stranger. Regardless though, I did get into my situation nonetheless.

At last My Right Arm is Complete Again!

I wasn't thrilled about it at first, but I slowly warned up to the idea...

Now after watching the trailer, this has all the makings of a Masterpiece!*

*This is the link to the trailer.

You know what...

There's something about this clip that hypnotizes me. I mean if Tina Turner could move this way and STILL get the shit beaten out of her, than I can survive too...

The Prince of Central Park

This weekend was spent recovering and having fun. Enjoying life and enjoying myself . I feel cured of my bad feelings and that's always a good thing. I mean I will someday be sad again and I will once again get through it.

Nothing, I'm feeling nothing.

I bought a sewing machine...It's my pride and joy. I am telling myself more and more that I shall be using it often. I have to, I spent a pretty penny on it (I dipped into my China Trip fund, so it's okay). I have named my sewing machine, Bella Cohen. Wanna know why? Ask Judy Kuhn or Stephen Schwartz. I'm sure either could tell you.

Stitch, pedal, stitch.

This weekend I once again returned to Central Park. This time to see a different concert. It was Marc Bolan's birthday celebration. The band T.Rex performed some of his songs with different performers. Once of them was this lady...


She sang, Children of the Revolution. Amazing. Truly. I don't know much about music out side of Musical Theatre, but I do know magic when I see it. At 60, she blew me away.

Together, we concluded he suffered from a personality disorder.

I enjoyed the opening act, which was Justin Bond singing a Carpenter's record. He told a very touching tale of why he sings these songs. Also his guest singer was Jake Shears of Scissor Sisters. Who is absolutely adorable, but barely had a song. It was more of a lounge act.

Lastly, Rufus Wainwright was also at this event. Not performing, just watching. He was wearing a powder blue suit that didn't match his skin tone. And pants that were TOO tight. He made eye contact with me in the bathroom.

It must have been the way I moved my hips.

It wasn't until several minutes after our bathroom meeting that I remembered he was the Judy Garland guy! The Blasphemer as I call him. I mean recently I've come to terms with it. He pays tribute, not tries to out do her. I just wish I'd remembered that sooner, because I would've had words with Mr. Wainwright...purely just to discuss.

Now onto REAL news:

Tiddle-Dee-Da! First off, you'll be happy to know that I stuck that stick in the wheels of the Cyclist's bike as I planned. It was very satisfying! It was serendipity is more like it.

And at that moment, I knew there was nothing I could possibly do...

After he called me and told me he "fundamentally" needed to have sex with me. I was not really having it anymore. I knew I should call on him because he has my paper. I had a whole plan worked out. I kept myself busy and then Sunday rolled around. So I called him and we chatted for a bit. And it got to that moment...

Me: I was wondering what you were doing today...
Him (explaining his plans): This evening I'm...
Me: Oh that sucks because I was going to see if you wanted to come over in the evening. I mean I could put my homework aside...
Him: Oh, that's right I still need to edit your paper.

Now my mother always taught me: When you see an open wound on your opponent, stick your hand in it and move it around and watch them squirm.

Tonight, I'm gonna taste your blood.

Me: Oh! Well that sort of sucks, because it's due tomorrow.
Him: NO! Really! Oh...
Me: It's perfectly fine. You've just failed to meet my expectations is all. It's okay, because plenty of guys do that.

Two including you, this week alone!

From that moment on the dagger was in. It was just a matter of twisting it. He asked me if I was revoking his sexual privileges...
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HA! Sorry, but you're no longer a card carrying member. Then I hung up on him. Let's leave it at that Cyclist will never ride this Tour De France again.