2 things to say. First one. I went to the documentary thingy, and say Devil's Playground. It's about Amish people. Interesting, but I didn't learn as much as they should have taught. Backtracking, I went home to change, right, because I didn't want to look all bummed out if John was going to be there. I had this whole long scenario played out in my head, about me changing too. it goes as follows:

John "so, you changed from what you were wearing earlier"
Christopher: Yeah, you know, I didn't want to look all gross. there may be someone here who wants to ask me out of something.
John: Of course oh course. how could I forget?
Christopher: Because you never knew
John: Yeah, I guess so. so, who do you think would be here to ask you out?
Christopher: wanna know the truth?
John: yeah
Christopher: you
John: oh. Well, you didn't have to dress up for that. I would ask you anyways.
Christopher: *blushes* (I didn't know black people could blush, but I blush anyways.. this is my damn scenario, so you just shut yp)
John: So, ya know, I live on the northside, and my family's out of town. After the movies, wanna chill at my place?
Christopher: Sure
John: Ya know, I have tickets to margaret cho tomorrow
Christopher: Are you shitting me?
John: I sure am not! wanna come?
Christopher: Heck yes!
John; you know they are going to cost you (wink wink)
Christopher: You name your price (killer smile)
John: We'll discuss that tonight. Let's watch the movie now
Christopher: okay! sounds great to me!

I know I am a stupid retard. Yeah. Like that's ever going to happen. well, I can always dream. Bowling for Columbine.. to watch or not to watch. I've seen it a million times. well 2, but that's okay. I dont know...

Oh yeah. Dad has still not called. I think he commited suicide or something.. like seriously.. He always returns my calls. Something is wrong.

Watchen "In the Mood for Love" in Asthetics. I liked it. yes. Dad hasn't called. I'm getting worried, and upset. Ahh! Write more in other lab. Be back. See ya.

Just got out of History. Watched "potempkin" Oh my gosh. Not good. I like Russians, but naw. I barely stayed awake. Not kosher. GUESS WHO SAID HEY TO ME, AND TALKED TO ME!?!!?!?! JOHN!!!!!!!!!! The guy from my D&P class! Oh yeah. I should have asked him out right then and there. damnit. I din't thought. now it's time to go to Asthetics. fun times. I think I am going to watch ducumentery films all night tonight with the film club. All the oscar-nominated films. I've seen 2 of them, but if John is there, I'll sit thtough them again. shee. haha. well, I'll end this post now.

It's a new day. I think this weekend is going to be not-so-great. My dad didn't call me back, or email me. I have tried him all afternoon. I have class in about 10 minutes. Tomorrow is About Face though. I'll get to see Ryan. Haha. I want to DO something. That requires money though, and I don't have any! Ahh! Why am I always complaining about this!? I wish people would call me back! I have called them, and applied, and everything! This sucks! Even the GROCERY stores aren't hiring! TO be a waiter you have to be 21, and all host positions are filled. I applied at COSI too. It's like a Panera, but a tad better (well at least I think so). I also applied for like desk jobs, and everywhere. Record stores, clothing stores, other retail stores, resturants, I just need to try a porn business or something. I'm sure they'd pay me to do something. Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom, and then to class, where I will be totally bored, watching silent films, and taking notes, becuase I forgot to read the chapter for History of Cinema. I read it for Asthetics though. Fun times. OH golly gee. When is this all going to be over, and I'll be making a ton of money a year? After schooling. I'm kinda staring at this decent looking guy here. He won't talk to me, because today, I look like a bum. I didn't really feel like getting dressed, so I put on a hoodie, grey pants (no not sweatpants, they are actually nice pants, and they look funny with this hoodie, but all the better) and tennis shoes. White and Blue Saucony's. Well it's time for class for real. I barely have time to pee pee. Pray my daddy puts money in my accout! Bye bye my little bloggeroo. I'll be back to write during the break.

Oh yes, I also just came from fusion. It was uneventful. I got called back to be a model, but buddy boy fashion designer who wanted me to be a model wasn't there. That sucks. So, it was all the froo-froo guys and girls getting picked to model for other people who are ugly anyways. ha. Okay. Well, I should go read up on some film history now, so I can have some imput in class. I don't really want to. It's 6:30. I think I am going to be asleep by nine. I'm bored as H.

Oh no. I forgot to call collaberaction about the tech thing. They just called me. I need to tell them I can't do the show. I mean it's just not feesable. Let me call them now.

maya broke our pact. that's all I have to say.

Haha. Get this. Russ has been sending me all these text messages, right? Well he hasn't been receiving mine, because he's over his message storage limit! That makes me laugh. This is what he wrote:

Yo, I figured out something late last night - by and by, I was wondering why I was text mess you and never receiving replies. Now I realize that the blinking letter on my LCD screen of my cell phone was a warning that I had exceeded my message storage limit. So I deleted a few messages and BAM, I had like 5 new messages. (Damn, I would have called you.) So, while you thought I was ignoring you, I thought you were ignoring me, of which we were both wrong, a ripple of error in the stream line thought of consciousness of earthtime.

How funny is that?!?! i am laughing.

Maya is about to call me.

Fun times Thursday day. This means I will probablly post about a million and a half times. I have alot I want to say. I don't know where to start. Well, so I don't forget, let me type them all out. last night: The Show, the people, the food, Ryan, The Heartland. My Aunt, My dad. Chad emailed me, psyc, russ, brad. My dreams: the one about food, Jake/melissa/rohan/ryan/dan. Ben and Dan. Ben in General. allright. Time to start.

The Show: "I am My Own Wife" WOW. Talk about incredibleness. It was amazing. I got to meet Moises Kauffman, the guy who directed "The Larimie Project". Doug Wright, the writer of Quills, and many other plays, and Jefferson Mays, who is so incredibly awesome. The boy has beyond talent. He's not exactly a boy. But still. He's a grown ass man. Wow. I can't wait to see it again, on the 16th, so see the final production. It's in the "preview stage" which mean's it's pre Brodway (it starts on Broadway in May) so they are still changing it. Re-writing, and all that. It rocks. I mean it can go up tomorrow. Every day they get new information on Charlotte von Mahlsdorf, a transvestite musem owner. I can't even explain. Amazing.

The people: Basically About Face cast members, and few others were invited to attend. We got a personal question/answer session with Doug, Jefferson, and Moises (Yes, we are on a first-name basis. haha).

The food. Amen. Props go out to Tony Alverado-Rameriez for hooking up some dessert. He didn't make it, but the caterers shoul made is awesome. Choc. Covered Strawberries, big, humongous cookies, half covered in chocolate, brownies, and amen. I PIGGED OUT (not in a ghetto way, but in a nice, sophisticated way)!

Ryan: He gets his own topic, because I don't know. Awww. I like him. He knows it too, and so does everyone else. That's not good. I don't like for everyone to know who I like. It's so... Sixth grade. Ben and Rohan says it's obvious. Paul even guessed it, and he barely knows me, and he's like waay older! He's one of the About Face coaches/directors/mentors. Not Ryan, but Paul. Ryan is also the first person of non-caucasion persuasion, that I have liked. He's Fillipino. and HOT. He's extremely smart too. He's got a timid-type voice, and awwww! I like him. He's my new crush, but I won't act on it, although I already have. I can't sit still when he's around. He doesn't like me back (he says he doesn't date fellow About-Face members). That's okay though. Awww!! I'm in love. Him and John (the one from D&P). I don't know which one I want more!

The Heartland. I'm not going again. I only went because Dan and Ben were like "come on" and I got on the wrong train, so I kinda had to go, but I only stayed 15 minutes. Rohan and I got to have some heart-to-hearts. Rohan is my boy. He cracks me up. Amen for Flamboyant Friends! They bring out my "gayness" but only when I'm with them, thank the Lord. ha.

Last night, right after the show, while the Q&A session was going on, My sister and father left me voicemails. My Aunt had a stroke last night. Not good. Her husband justdied when I was a Junior, and she's not even old! Like maybe 4 years older than my dad! He's not in the best shape. My dad, that is. I feel bad now, asking for money. Ben was being an ass, because he was like; "you better still ask him for money, because the rent is due soon!" I mean, yes he is right, but still. The way he said it made me want to stick a pitchfork in his stomach, and throw him over my head. He said it in front of everyone too, right after I told them about my Aunt. What an asshole.

My dad. LIke I said, I feel bad bringing up my money situation and his sister is in like critical condition. I don't know what to do.

CHADLEY EMAILED ME! This line is Dedicated to Chad. Chad is awesome. I love my Madstoners.

Psyc was good. More Freud.

Russ: This boy confuses me. He says he likes me, but he's so reluctant to call me. We email each other like crazy. He sends me one text-message a day, usually around 11:30, just saying "Are you up?" or "goodnight" or somthing like that. I reply, but he never sends them back! How weird. I sent him an email saying:

Do you know what I have noticed? Every time you text message me, (well at least the past few times) it has been at night like the 11:30 hour, and I get no replies. It's kinda cool, weird, interesting, and confusing at the same time. I guess you want to remain mysterious like that. It's like you want to know I'm alive, and once you do, it's like your "Christopher craving" (much like a nicotine craving) has been met. Maybe I'm thinking too much into this. It cracks me up though. I have to make everything an intricate and inticing story. Not in the drama way though, just so I get meaning out of stuff.

Haha pretty funny huh?

Brad: well, he hasn't called me, so I'm guessing I won't be talking to him anymore. Great guy, but his loss.

My Dreams: Oh golly oh gee. I can't even remember. Well I do, but I'm too hongry to write about them. The writing of the dreams will come along later today.

Ben and Dan: Dan doesn't like Ben. That makes me happy. I like Dan. No, not in that way, but I don't want him with Ben, because Ben has done enough damage to Dan. Ben shouldn't be with boys or girls. He's not a nice person, and he always tries to play people. Dan deserves better. Alot better. He's too awesome for Ben. Ben is distraight that Dan doesn't like him anymore. YES. IT'S about fucking time his ass gets let down and put in place. I mean I had a heart-to-heart with Dan, and he laid it all out for me. He hates Ben. Even as a person. He doesn't want to be seen with him, and so forth. Ten points.

Ben in general. We won't be rooming next year together. Yes, he's cool, but I can't do it. He stayed at Travis' last night. He was supposed to be broken up with him, but he's not. He's using him. He was going to try and date Travis and Dan at the same time. I wouldn't allow that. At all. Oh hell no. I'm getting tired of him, and what he said last night did not help. He's so irresponsible. He's the stage manager of a show, so that should be his #1 priority. It's not. He does all this other stuff, and MISSES rehersal! What the fuck?!? I mean come on now. You just don't DO that! That show is your life, until it's over. I know this. I have SM'ed a ton of shows, and it comes first. This week, he has missed 3 rehersals. Guess how many there are?! 4! He's missing that one too, because he's going to get autioned off tomorrow night! What is this mess!?!

Moving right along... Tomorrow is Friday (yaay or naay). I haven't decided on weather or not I will have a good weekend. There's an auction tomorrow at school, where people bid on you, and then there's a dinner, and a dance for the actioneer and the highest bidder. I am supposed to be in the auction, but I'm not going to do it. I don't know enough people to bid on me. The min. bid is a buck, and I'd go for about fifty cents. Ben wants me to go, Travis will be there to bid on him, and I have to up Travis' bids, so Ben won't go for less than $20. How selfish. Travis will pay though. As much as they sleep together, he better, because I'm not spending a dime on my roomate. I barely have a dime to spend!

With that, my faithful little blogger, I am finished.

I have realized that I have issues. I really don't like all the boys I say I do, but then again, I do. I mean haha. I don't even know how to explain it. I just have issues, and let me leave it at that.

I just spent three hours applying for jobs. All of them are prolly fully staffed, but you know, it's worth a try

The Madstoners would be proud of me. I found a thrift store that rocks, and it's cheap, and I can really be hip and indy now.

I'm highly upset, because my dad has not put a cent into my account, and you know I need money, and he said he put it in Monday. I know First Union is not Bank of America, so he's lying this time. That pisses me off, because I can't see Margaret without money.

My song of right now is Janet Jackson's "I get Lonely". Shit. I am feeling it right HERE in my soul.

I am getting upset at my dad. I called him about 13 times today. He talked to me once. He needs to just fess up. I mean it's still not okay, because I still don't have books (but not that I want to pay for books anyways, I am still checking them out from the library, which works out perfect). I still need money, because I am supposed to get furniture.

Meh.. what else? Oh I'm going to see "I am my Own Wife" tonight. It's a show written by Moises Kauffman, the same guy who wrote "The Laramie Project", which rocks.

I just thought about Boy from Clarks. He still hasn't called me.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll love ya, tomorrow, you're only a daaay aaaa waaaaayy!

I had to break out some Annie.

My writing is sporatic today. I like that. That's how I feel.

WHEN IS MY FATHER GOING TO CALL ME! I'M RUNNING OUT OF SHIT TO EAT! Well, I don't eat shit, but still. I won't be shitting, because I won't be eating, and that's never good.

I only have 40 more minutes to be in this computer lab, then I have to go to another one. Actually, I should go back to the apartment to change in a bit.

OH yes. Math was re-re today.

I have a cold. I haven't had one of those in forever, and I don't like the fact that I have one now. Everyone around me is sick. It's because I am not drinking my OJ. I haven't had it in like a week and a half. mmm hmmm. It's because I don't have any money

But my cold sucks. I can't breathe out of one nostril.

I haven't kissed anyone either! Why am I sick! I shouldn't be! All these other freaks should be sick, but I don't do ANYTHING to make me sick! I don't respect.

Dad just called. He was extra busy today. I can't help but believe it. Then again I don't. My phone was uber loud. It was exciting. When it rang, I screamed at my phone "it's about time!" I laughed at myself.

Okay. I will write more later, after I click on this link right here

Okay. Time to talk about John. He's the man. I like him a lot. He's the hot guy in my D&P class. Yowsa. today, we had fun times, and he looked at me alot. You know, those little cutesie glances, those "hey boy, what's up, I want to see if you like me and maybe we can talk later glances". Well, I must not be giving the same ones back, because he sure as H hasn't asked me out yet. Haha. Well, I'm in love. Yeah. I am. I mean he is cuter than cute. He's 20, a sophomore, blue eyes, brown hair, glasses, but the smarty-emo ones, but not the ones that are too thick, they are actually pretty thin. He's left handed, and he jokes about everything. He's going into documentaries, and hates Kangaroo Jack. Then again, who likes Kangaroo Jack? He has seen like a ton of movies, more than me, and he can write. His voice resonates with beauty. It's not high and fem, it's low, and deep. Not like deep deep, but it's awesome. I want him. period. One thing that made me think otherwise was the fact he wrote about his "first boob touching". That could be a bad thing, but then again, it is a class of all guys, so the need to be accepted is a must. He's already accepted though. I like our teacher, she rocks. If I see John around, I have to ask him out for like coffee or something. Will that be weird? I don't know. There are other guys in the class that are attractive, but John takes the cake. I like him. Ahh. I will swoon every Tuesday night. I want to be in his group every time. Next week I should sit by him, and feel his leg. YEAH RIGHT! HAHA!!! I wish I would! I would have to laugh at myself. Hopefully I'll see him, but he lives with his family, which is in the suburbs. I should move out there. Jenny says that COSMO (and we know that is her Bible) says, that I shouldn't try to do anything with him, other than talk to him in class, because "once a fantasy becomes reality, it's not as good". I say Aw naw. It's not fantasy, it's DESTINY. AMEN.

Before we go back to Thursday night, I must say I have also been talking to this guy named Russ. He's cool too. He's 24, and nice, but he's reluctant to ya know start anything. I understand that totally. I said we are on his time. I mean it's just going to be friends, I suppose, but I can't wait to hang with out with him more. And he writes. His emails are awesome, and he's working on an adapted screenplay. Now how incredibly perfect is that?

Gotta hang out with Jason sometime.

MARGARET CHO IS SATURDAY! I MUST GO! DAD MUST PUT MONEY IN ACCOUNT!

Okay well anyways. Back to Thursday night. I started talking to this boy named Brad. Really awesome dude. He sings so awesomely, it's not funny. He knows Josh Groban (that might be one reason I like him). They went to the same high school. Yeah. Brad plays the piano like none other, and he's really sweet. He smokes though, but he's quitting. Hmm. He says he smokes 2 times a day. That's not that bad. Hopefully he'll stop soon. So, we talked Thursday night, Friday, and Saturday night (save that part for later). Yeah. Moving on..

Friday night. Went to a theater party. I like theater parties. Fun times are had. Not like gay boy parties like Saturday night. It was like a cast party. I liked alot. I had fun. Didn't drink at all. Yaay for me. Wait, I don't drink much anyways, but still. I felt like I had to be the responsible one, because EVERYONE we went with was drunk that night, and I wasn't. OH MY GOLLY GEE WILLIKERS!!!!!!!!!! OKay, so you know about Irish boy right? Well, he was at theater party, and I must say he was looking all dapper and whatnot. Soo, you know me, being the courageous guy I am (haha) I went up and talked to him. Well not really, I asked if he was in the line for the bathroom, and asked how he was doing. Haha. BUT THEN (this is where I amaze myself) I was dancing with Olivia (who downright rocks), and he was dancing with his Irish friend who is a girl (I thought they were dating, but they aren't 500 points for me). I went up to girl, (because Olivia and I had a little bet that we would both make out with someone before the party was over... of course neither of us did, and Olivia totally could, but that's beside the point) and I asked her:
"so is your friend straight? (I know, I was just blunt)."
She was like "I really don't know, it's a personal thing, ya know, don't ask, don't tell..."
I said "oh okay"
She said "why, are you interested in him (as she winked)"
and I said "Yes, I think he's really really really hot, and I like him"
she said "you go to Columbia, don't you?"
I said "yes I do".
She said "stop by the dorms sometime, and I"m sure he'll see you around. I"ll tell him you're interested."
I said "thanks!!!" and I left, because we had to go.

So that was the first part of Friday night. The second part goes as follows:

Olivia, Maja, Dan, Michelle, Eddie, and Myself all came back to my apartment (Ben invited them over, but he went to smoke pot, so they were just over). We decided that since we all had to get up before 11, we should go to sleep (it was about 5:30ish). So guess where everyone slept? Yooooou got it! On my bed! Fun times for all!!! Well... it was fun. We then got up, and ate some cereal. hah.

SATURDAY: About face. Didn't get to talk to Ryan much, but he was looking cuteness. We then went to Clarks (all the waiters and waitresses at Clark's know us by name.. talk about sad times). I then went home, because my poor little bum was tired. An hour later (I hadn't even gotten to sleep yet) Ben shows up with a different group of people (this time they were all from About Face) Rohan. Dan (the one I know.. Rymes), Dan (the other one from About Face), and Bea. We then went to another party which cost 5 big ones to get in!!!!!!!!!! What kind of party is that?!?! Shit damn crackerdoodle. I don't be respecting. Guess who was at the party? Yes. Every boy that goes to the Royal, a gay club. It was NOT fun. The party theme should have been, come single, go home with a damn group orgy. Brad called. This is exciting, but we'll make a long story short. He got really mad. Not at me, but at me at the same time. He was like "I thought you were this great guy and everything, but now my opinion of you has changed" and it got pretty heated, and wow. It was interesting. He decided he didn't want to talk to me anymore, and he said that if he changed his mind, let him be the one to call me. I was kinda upset, b/c Brad's pretty cool. Well, he called me Sunday morning, and we talked, and things are smoothed over (I think). He hasn't called me since then, like he said he would, and I don't want to call him, b/c I don't know when he's ever home.

Sunday: Brad called me, and yeah, see above. I slept. and slept. Then I went to 305, and fun times were had. haha. well actually, Rachel bought us some ice cream, and I tore that mess up. wowsers. soo good. Then I went back to my place, and went to sleep.

Monday: Went to the museum of science and industry (which uber rocks) with Mike. We had fun times. It was great. Mike's awesome. We hung out this morning after class too.

Today. Hung out with Mike, did a little homework, about to go to class in 3 hours. I should call Erica, b/c I tried to read her blog, but it wasn't updated. Hmm. What else? OH yes, I think Russ might, maybe, possibly go to Cho with me Saturday. That would be awesome.

Just finished D&P homework. That's my favorite class I think. All the hotness boys. Wow. Sorry, my little bloggeroo I haven't posted since Thursday. Let me catch you up.

Thursday: Fusion meeting. Fun times. I will like that club. Went out Thursday night, to room 305. Semi-fun was had. I met Rachel's friend from Boston, who rocks. She's going to be one of my three Jewish surrogates. I am going to have Jewish kids. Talk about awesomeness. Got home at three. Won't do that again. I had class at 9 Friday morning.

Friday: Class all day. Slept during some films in History of Cinema. I really do try. German Expressionism just wasn't doing it for me. Took tons of notes. Went to Asthetics, watched Casablanca. Rocks. Wait. Didn't I post this already? I am thinking. It was on the macs, and blogger sometimes is screwey on the macs, but I do think I posted this, well at least until Friday. Well, let me see.. One sec, and I'll catch you on up.

Okay, I know I have issues. Ha. So I just wrote my Asthetics paper, right? Yeah, I just wanted to see how good it actually was, so I took it to the "Writing Center" where all the English professors proofread papers. I know I'm a star at making up stuff at the last minute (but it wasn't really last minute, my paper's not due until tomorrow). So, the guy found three errors. He was like. "you write well, you're not in COMP I are you?" I was like, no, I tested out of that. He said "well you'd do fine in my Fiction Writing class. That made me feel special. I mean I know I can write a formal paper. AP English did help me, I think. Yaay for that.

I am HONGRY I need to take a shower before the FUSION meeting. I have a feeling that club will be hotness.

Draw a circle, not a heart, around the one you love because a heart can break but a circle goes on forever.

That is a little bit of hotness right there. I got it out of Reid/Sam/Ben/Zach's blog. I like it. Lots. Fun times.

Just got out of Psyc. Talk about fun times. Haha. Yeah, we talked about Freud, again, but this time was about the ID, EGO, and SUPEREGO. Fun stuff, I'll tell ya!

Maya is my girl. She is in my heart. That girl cracks me up. Esp. with her period. Well, at least we all know she's not pregnant! That's a good thing. We don't know if she has Herpes though, we're waiting for those test results. Let me stop. She better not have herpes, or that means she has been involved in activities that I should know about, because that is a break of the pact. Sheet. I would NOT appreciate all of that! Let me stop. That is my best friend. I miss her. That is my ACE dawg!

Erica has her interview today. Good thoughts go out to her. She's going to do incredibly awesome. Then she's going to have a job that pays a ton and a half on buckeroos, and she can spend it on me when she comes down to Chi-Town! Now that will be fun times for all!

Dad has still not deposited money for books in my account. Not good, but I'll survive. I always do.

Talked to Lois yesterday. Asked her about any job openings she might know of. She said she'll put out a good word for me, and she'll do some searching! Talk about awesomeness!

I don't think I am going to Caberet this weekend. I mean I have some money for tickets, and I might end up going with whoever (that means myself most likely), but it's like out there. Waay out there. I have to take the train to O'Hare, and then get a taxi. I kinda don't respect it's only playing for one weekend. I mean if it were like more than just three days, I could swing it. But naw! Well, I'll go some other time. There are plenty of shows here I can go to. Amen to that.

I don't think I am going to do "The Cosmonaut's Last Message.." It's alot alot of time. I mean I will help out when I can. Ya know? I sure do.

I have to do my paper for Asthetics of Cinema. I know exactly what I'm writing about. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Amen. There's a ton of stuff I can write on that, and it only has to be two pages. I need to get to writing. Plese. I'll start at like 12. I have 2 Hours. Maybe I should watch the movie. Or should I? Hmmm.

Broy hasn't called me. I have given up hope. Well, not really, I still think he's going to call, but you know. I'll think that until the day I die.

Okay. Time to end now.

Oh my gosh. Okay so get this. My math class is going to be more than a joke. I tested out of two semesters of math, right? So I'm in this suposed "advanced class" called Math for Marketing Management. Well, let me tell you how advanced it is. My little brother, who is a freshman in High school, can do these problems. I was reading the math book, and it doesn't get any harder than this. Oh my gosh. Linear Programming? We did that in like 8th grade! Come on now! That makes me kinda mad, but my mom says I should stay in the class, b/c it's like a bird course, and I won't have to worry about it. Yeah, I mean I guess that's right, but come on now. That's all though.

Now, I have to worry about this Production thing. I don't think I'm going to do it. Three reasons:

1. I'm not going to get paid, and I applied for a paid position. I know that's how the world works sometimes, but still

2. It's every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights through APRIL. The semester ends in May. I can't have that. Oh yes, I forgot about Sunday days. That's 5 out of 7 days. Not going to work.

3. I need a job that pays, and I need a life, outside of the theater. that's that.

I think I am going to go to the run-thru tonight, and tell her then. I mean It's better to tell someone face to face, right? I think so. I would feel bad if I signed a contract and then backed out, so I'm just going to tell her. Or should I email her, and tell her I found another job? I don't know. I'll figure something out.

That's that. OH yes. Last night, in D&P, it was just awesome. we went through our CLOSAT cards, and made a story. There's a guy named John, and he's new, and he's hot. Period. We were in the same group, and I may have been feeling some vibes. Ten Points if he swings in my general direction.

http://uk.sports.yahoo.com/030218/59/dtjw5.html Amen. Amen. Amen. Aaron Hughes. Newcastle United.

Psyc was great. Had an intro to Freud. Crazy man, that Freud. It's all good. Just bought index cards for D&P. Finished CLOSAT assignment. Fun times. Here in computer lab. bored. I want that guy to call. OH yes. Funny Story time.

So last night, I was trying to find my psyc book, to check out, so I could read the second chapter, like we were supposed to (we didn't even need to have it read, he just lectured the whole period.). So I was upstairs, on the third floor of the the library. I left all my stuff at the computer on the first floor, including my phone. So I didn't find the book, but I did find an older addition, so I read that, and figured I could wing it. So I get back to the first floor, and my phone was beeping, because I had missed a call, but they didn't leave a voicemail (or it hadn't popped up yet). I was freaking out, because I was thinking it was boy. You know the one I gave my number to at Clark's. Yeah, so I'm like staring at my phone, and the number didn't come up, so I couldn't call it back. I was distraught. So, I was kinda sulky while walking back to my apartment. I got back, and Ben had stuff to do (he had to steal Adam back. What a loser. Knowing he doens't like Adam, but he had to get Adam back from liking Kevin, because, of course, everyone has to want Ben.). He still had laundry to do. Of course, being the nice guy that I am, finished his laundry, folded it, and ya know. While I was folding, the voicemail ring rang on my phone. I was like, damn, this is slow tonight! Guess who it was. My dad. Yes. Not funny. He had me all bent, like it was boy. That's why it took so long for it to register on my voicemail, b/c it's stormy there, and the signals prolly got misconstrued. So, that means boy still hasn't called (I call him boy, because I don't know his name).

So today makes day number three (well actually two and a half) that he hasn't called. He's not going to call. I gotta give it three days, that's a reasonable legnth, right? I don't know, I've never given out my number. Well yeah, that's my day so far.

Let's see. So there's this guy on the net, met him on xy.com (was surfing with rachel and olivia a coupla nights ago). He's really cool, and for some reason, reminded me of Jason. So I emailed him, right? Ya know, told him about Jason, I was supposed to be talking about me, but I think I am giving up on guys for the time being. I mean I wasn't looking for Jason a boyfriend, just another guy to hang out with. So the guy (his name is Joe) IMed Jason, and Jason said he's gonna talk to me about it. That's cool. I mean maybe I am overstepping the boundaries, but I think they would be good together (not in that way). If you count the guy's livejournal whom I randomly read about a week ago, this makes guy number 2. I mean I didn't even talk to the other guy at all. I sent him an email, and he hasn't replied. His livejournal was something to the effect of: "There's a guy in my psyc class that's (insert Jason's description here) and he's so cute, but I don't know if he's gay. The girls like him too." Blah. I know there are tons of guys at DePaul, but you never know. He could be talking about Jason. I never mentioned Jason's name or anything in the email, or anything, so he has nothing to worry about in the first place. Oh yes, and this guy Joe is cute! Shoot. I would be all for it if one of my friends thought I would get along with a cute guy. I mean there's no harm in meeting him, right? well, I guess I'll encounter the wrath of Jason when I call him tomorrow about Caberet. I really want to go see it, and I invited Jason, and some other people. I gotta look up tickets.

time for an update. Hmm. Slept all day yesterday. Went to Clarks. Fun times had, except when Quinten came. I don't think I like him. He's a big talker, and he didn't seem intelligent, although he's an eloquent talker. I read right through that. That's mean that I just said that, but still.. Yeah. Then I went to bed.

I woke up to my phone. Kim Kelly called, and she was calling about me being in her theater company. Not as an actor, but as projector operator (I hope this is a paid position). So, until I find a job, that's what I'm doing.

Went to Bar Louie wil Mike. Fun Times were had. He talked more today.

Boy from Clarks hasn't called.

That's it. Homework is to be done.

A.H.W.O.S.G. rocks. I love that book.

I must say that I love Rachel and Olivia. Oh my gosh. Well, we'll get there in a hot minute. First, my day.

This morning: So my dad was supposed to Western Union money to me, but he couldn't b/c that shee is exoensive! So, get this. This rocks my life. So there's this lady, Lois Johnson. She went to high school with my dad, you know they were like all extra close and stuff, you know did the whole prom thing, and still keep in touch. Well, my dad was talking to her, and he knew she was in Chicago, but she was like oh yes! I want to meet your son! So she does, and she gives me $100!!! She was like If you EVER need anything, please don't hesitate to call me! I was like oh my gosh. Wow. Wow. That was aweasome. I mean for reals. Yeah that was quite awesome.

This afternoon: The Anti-War Rally rocked. Oh my. I was awesome. Like wowsers. I didn't have gloves, and I hadn't eaten, and it was still awesome. I got to carry the CABIN (some group that Dan is in, and he's like a head part in the group, you know like anti-basing, etc..) and my hands froze, but it was still awesome. Then, there was About Face workshop. I mean I know that I was extra late, and they didn't care! Like awesome! You know! Fun times for all! Then, we went to Nookies, and out to Elijah (Michelle's boyfriend)'s house. Yeah, so everyone was smoking weed (I don't do that mess), and Ben calls me. He forgot his keys, and so I had to go ALL the freaking way across Chicago to let him into the apartment. Considering he'd been out all night, and I tried to call his ass all day, and he wasn't answering, and yeah... He couldn't wait. I was pissed. Now he's going to be sick. You know I can't let him just be sick, I have to take care of him. Shit, I hate being responsible sometimes. I cleaned the whole house in that time too.

This Night: Wow. I had too much fun. Olivia and Rachel are my dawgs. Wow. We went to a party, and they had awesome music. Met this guy Josh. He smokes, and he wanted to kiss me. Wow. I rejected him. I mean not in a bad way. Like he's really cool, but he was in the middle of a cigarette.. I have never kissed a smoker, and I don't smoke, and I think it's nasty, but I felt bad, so I had Rachel talk to him, and we're going to hang out more later sometime. Fun times. THEN!!!

THE NIGHT OF AWESOMENESS STARTS! We went to Clark's. There was this boy there. I don't know his name, but he was quite handsome. He was at a party with one of his friends, who knew Rachel, and they just happened to be at Clarks. So, we were like doing the talk thing, and yeah, you know. We were seated, then they were seated, and then he came over to say bye (no one ever does that). THEN (this is oh my gosh) I was like (TOTALLY AND UTTERLY JOKING) "I should give him my number". Rachel and Olivia were like heck yes. Rachel had a pen. We had nothing to write on. I had a band-aid in my wallet. The number was given. I was so totally and utterly scared, when I did it. (It was the huge, but good, Charlie Brown dessert we had). Then, we were all chocloate highed, and we started debating on our waiter (whom we always have), and whether he was gay or not. He was obviously straight, but he kept looking at me, so that gave us reason to doubt. OH yes, and he didn't charge us for our soup, just the Charlie Brown. He did that on purpose.. Hmmm... He liked us. We all know Joe is gay (another guy who works at Clarks), but we did not know about our waiter. Hmm. So, we had this idea (another one of mine) to write on the tab/check out numbers, and where we sat. Yeah. We were crazy. It was so much fun. NOW, I'm at Rachel's and we are having a slumber party. Wow. This is truly a night of fun times. I love Chicago. It's awesome. I love my new friends. I am out on my own. I don't need Ben anymore. Thank God. Amen to that. Well, bed-time, it's 6 in the morning. Night.

Just saw Adam and Jeff. Maybe I should call them, and tell them to let me come up to their room. Naw.. not in the mood

Well. Fridays are going to be the longest. For sure. I have two three hour classes back to back. History of Cinema, then Asthetics of Cinema. They are quite draining. I mean wowsers. History of Cinema.. writing, notes, and watching movies. That's the class. Guess what? Asthetics is the same thing! We watch a movie every week, and each week we look for a different thing/part of the movie to analyze. They are both interesting, and I will learn alot, but tons of work. I guess I can take it.. I mean no other class, except D&P is really alot of work (well so far at least). Yeah. Fun times. Or not. I haven't decided, because I almost fell asleep in both classes today. That's NOT a good sign at all. Yeah... I went to bed kinda on time too! I'll just have to go to bed earlier.

I'm in the dorms now. They are giving out free pink ice cream. I don't want any. Nope. I am anti-Valentines day. Seeing everyone in the streets of Chicago with more roses and gifts they can carry depresed me somewhat. (in a Veruca Salt voice) I want a bunch of roses now!!! When's it my turn? Oh yeah, I forgot. It won't be. I can't let it get me down though. It's all good. Wonder what I'm doing tonight? Oh yeah! I'm staying right here! Typing in my blog! I'll turn in about 12 tonight. So I have 2 hours and 20 minutes to chill here in the computer lab. Hmm. What then? HAHAH just kidding! This clock is broken!! I have 4 hours and 10 minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HahAHAHAHAHA! I think I'm hilarious! Sooo. what is a boy to do? Laaa dee dah. I'll see if I can download Instant Messenger on this computer. It's on the other ones, so let's see. Maybe.. hopefully. Maybe someone will call me and say "hey Christopher! Let's go out! I'll pay for everything, and you can be my valentine!" Haha. Who's going to say that. ONLY if Colin Farrell, Edward Norton, Christian Bale, Ryan Gosling, Josh Groban... (the list goes on) knew my number. Ha (by the way, I'm not still talking in Veruca's voice. That ended after "now". Yeah... bored bored bored, and it's Friday night. THAT, my friend is what we call SAAAD. I live in Friggin Chicago, and I'm in the residence halls typing my blog, in the computer lab. I need to get out more.

That's my goal. Next Friday I won't be here all alone. Ha. What a goal. I should/could be doing homework, but there's one small thing. I left it in my apartment. Can't go get it, b/c the security gaurd will get mad at me. Very mad.

So, maybe I'll improvise on my homework. Yeah. I'll do that

I can almost promise this will not be my last post of the night.

Happy valentine's day. Yeah right. Forget that mess. Yeah. So, this is what my dream last night was about (I got up about 45 minutes ago)

There's this boy (I don't know his name, but he goes to my school, and he's Irish (like for real Irish), and we talked for like 30 minutes last night, and I think I'm in love), He's about 6' blue eyes, brown curly hair, most beautifulest accent in the world. Yes, so I dreamed he was my friend (that I secretly had a crush on). He wasn't out, because he had gone out with both Bridgette and Maya. Didn't work out with them, but they were still friends and all. You know. Fun times. So, he was basically part of our little group. Then, valentine's day came, and he comes up to me, and whispers in my ear (I want you to be my valentine). I about fainted. No, wait.. I did faint. I fainted in my sleep. I know it. After that, we went to my apartment, and Ben and Travis (Ben's new sex-only fling). We left as soon as possible. So we went to Clark's, and we saw Jason and Cindy, who were all lovey-dovey. It was cuteness. Then my alarm went up, and made me realize I was in the real world.

Well, it's 9:15, and class starts at 9:30. I have to go. I have a quasi-interview at this place called facets. It's awesome. you know, like Madstone, but they show much more indie movies. More foreign ones, and you can rent them! That's all the 'splainin' I can do for now. I'm going there right after my second film class (I have 2 today). Pray for me! Fun times!
For the facets website, go to erica's blog, and clock on facets. haha. i'm to lazy to put the link here. sarry lad. AHHHH! That boy. He makes me cream my pants.

Yes yes yes, I know I have issues. I have been here in the computer lab since my class ended. It is now 12:30. Class got out at 10:15. The things I did:

wrote to Erica
wrote in blog
read other's blogs
went to xy.com (haven't been here in BA long time)
emailed guys from xy.com (after I promised I wouldn't do it)
created another profile (I can't believe I did this, b/c I deleted my other ones, but I decided, new city, new start.. I guess)
emailed jason (because I was bored)
looked up Blue's Clues.
Checked Josh Groban's website for any new things.
Checked Edward Norton's website
Checked Steve Burn's website.

The folloving is my profile (it's incredibly lame, mind you. I doubt if I would respond to it myslef):

NICK JR. KID (that's my screen name, because I couldn't think of anything else, and I looked at the clock, and Blue's Clues was supposed to be on, so yeah..)

Yope. I decided to try this again, you know, new city, new people, yada yada. Yeah, well I just moved up here from the good 'ole state of North Carolina. Well, I've been here three weeks, and I am just a lookin' for some cool people to hang out with, have some good conversation, see a movie. The works. I'm 18, and I go to Columbia, but I'm not pretentious and artsy like some people are here. I'm a Film Production major, because I am good in marketing, and I love movies, I have mah whole life, yessiree! I do not have a pictute yet, but it's on the way, as soon as my computer comes! I'm not the 'flamer/fem' type, nor am I the 'butch/atheletic' type. I'm me. That sums it all up. I do love English soccer, and I keep up with some sports, like Kansas Basketball. Soccer does rock. wowsers I love it.

So more about me, I'm about 5'7 ish, a young, mature 18 year old, and I weigh approx. 128.46 pounds. (note the sarchasm). Yeah. So, I'm sure you're probablly tired of reading this whole article about things that may not even intrest you, but yeah, if it's halfway intersting, I would love for you to send me a note or two. You can do this by means of email: christoplg@hotmail.com or AIM: christoplg (but I'm not on as much as I used to be, so it might be better if you emailed me, you'll get faster results). Oh yes, as my name says, I do love Nick Jr. Blue's Clues, Little Bill, Dora the Explorer, and Maisy tend to rock my life. As well as many other things, but you'll have to email me to find out. Yeah.. That's it. for now at least.

How incredibly stupa is that?! yeah.. that's cool though. I won't get any replies (never have, never will, my philosophy)

Why is it that I'm (basically) an optimistic person? Except when it comes to boys? Weird. Yes I am. it is now time for lunch, which will wither be: a bagel, PBJ, or rice. Haven't decided. Well if Adam is working, then I can get a free something from the Hokin Center. Let's hope Adam is workin. Allrightythen. Time to go. Peacies.

just read Becky's Blog. I love that girl. This is a shout out to her. I miss her, and all of the reast of the Madstoners. what's up ya'll?!

Oh get this everyone. So I got back to the house last night, and Ben was about to go to the Heartland. It's this open mic thingy, where people can perform whatever. I'm having some fun times, and enjoying some of the acts, some of them sucked doo doo, but some were good. Yeah. There's this guy. I have nicknamed him "Mr. Slugworth" (you know the guy from willy wonka). He looked JUST LIKE him, just younger. At first I thought he was just going around to different people, you know, signing them up to perform. Naw. Turns out he was collecting for the show. $2 a pop. He was like "I have change" I was like "buddy you don't understand. I have $1.08. That's it." I showed him my wallet, emptied my pockets, etc. mmm hmm. He took my dollar anyways. He was like "next time bring three dollars" I'm thinking to myself, there's not going to be a next time. They should have collected this at the door, so I would know, and could have taken my little poor tail on home, so I wouldn't have to give up my last dollar. Talk about sadness. I now have $0.14. I found six cents in a pocket of mine. It was like striking gold. Well not quite, but still.

Oh, on the way home, Ben called one of the guys he's seeing/sleeping with, Travis (yes the one from the club). Travis was all "I want you to come over (this would make the second night in a row Ben has spent the night at Travis', and has 8 or 9 o'clock classes the next day)" Ben was like, "well I'm hungry". Travis says, "I'll buy you dinner" Ben says "okay", and leaves me to travel all the way home by myself. I was actually a little bit glad. It meant no smoking, and a restful sleep for me.

Psycology was great. We did Rorsheter's (how ever the guy's name is spelled) inkblot test. Well we didn't like DO it, we looked at the cards, and out teacher told us typical answers, and answers that crazy people give, etc. It was fun times.

Now, in Library. Bored as H. No money, no job.

Wearing: blue cords, yellow hoodie, and white shoes.
Mood: Tired, yet awake, but hungry (and I had oatmeal, which I made, by myself) for breakfast. I know how to cook and all, so it's not like a big thing, but you know..
Want: Money, a Valentine (tomorrow marks the 19th year I will have gone without a Valentine)
Time: 10:00 CST
what I am going to to today: nothing. Sleep. Why sleep. Hmmm. maybe I'll eat? I don't know.. I hear you can use the library's movie list (which is extensive), check out a movie, and watch it right here in the Library. I'm thinking I'm going to do that.

Yope. Just got back from Waiting for Godot. It's awesome. I have to go to bed now, I'm in the res. life computer lab. I have an 8 o'clock tomorrow. Exciting times. more tomorrow. Later kids.

My life sucks. I mean dag gummit. Ya know?! Well, I went to buy some ice cream last night. very exciting, becasue it was going to be my dinner (yaay for healthy eating). I had just gotten out of Development and Pre-production, which is going to be incredibly and utterly awesome. Our teacher rocks. The guys in my class (there are only guys) are cool, alot are cute (you know that always helps). No girls. That's weird. well to me it was weird, because those are the people who usually talk to me first, but all these guys started talking to me, and you know, it was great. Yeah. I think that's going to be my favorite. It's all about writing, and I can't even write, but hey. wow. I'm excited. But anyways, that's not part of my story now. what I was going to say, before I interrupted myself.. So I went to the Automated Teller Machine (which some call Any Time Money, but I know that's not the truth, or I would surely have money all the time), or ATM. I knew the one at White Hen (a little corner store chain) would allow me to withdraw money in increments of the 10 spot, and that's better for me, because I only had like 13 or so buckerros in the bank. (Rent is a bitch). Yes, so I went, and it was like. Your Card won't let you withdraw money. I was like. Hold up a quick minute. My overdrats were taken care of. Money and I don't get along. I mean I have been living like a damn homeless person since I moved here. For real. Last week I had three dollars to my name. That's it. three dollars. Okay. Off Track again. So I call the 1-800 number, right? the lady gives me the numbers I need to push (I already had them memorized, because I had to call it so much last week, and I want to personally murder the voice on the Bank of America thingy.) so, yeah, buddy puts in account number, and all. Little Mrs. Priss Automates Service, says "Your availible balance is nega-tive (I think she REALLY REALLY REALLY likes to emphasize the negative. I mean her voice gets louder and everything.. like she knows it's me on the other end, and she's personally lauging.) _______" insert any outrageous number in the blank. It's got to be over 1000 though. Yeah. Let's stop there. No let's not. So me, you know, going crazy like I usually do when things involving money don't go my way (I rarely ever get stressed, unless it involves money.. like school.. I mean grades and all.. not stressful to me. I could care less. I know the work I did, and I know the grade I should get. Being late. I mean if I'm running late, I'll call ahead (unless it's a movie. I don't miss previews. I will go to a later show) or you know, if something if going wrong, I am always the one to calm everyone else down. But with the money, it's different. It's because I hate being in debt. I can't stand oweing people stuff. People should owe me, I wouldn't make them pay it, but I think the damn bank should pay me for my money.) Yeah. so I'm about throwing a hissy. I call Crystal, and she's like calm down, just go to the bank tomorrow, you know, and get it all worked out. I was like okay. I then left like 700 messages on my dad's phoney. He called me back, and I told home what was uppers. He was like woah. (mmm hmmm.. his ass knew what was up, but I sure didn't). So yes. I go to class today, Math for Marketing Management. It seems interesting. Not hard, but I can't figure out my teacher. He's from Kenya, and has like 700 degrees. He is all about trying to figure out problems in a different way. You know, taking a different approach. He hates movies. All of them. Who hates movies? He says he can't stare at the same thing for more than 30 minutes, so he can't even watch TV. He does have a short attention span. I could tell that in class. I mean he couldn't talk about one thing without bringing up another topic and talking about that. Kind of like my blog, but I have a really long attention span, I just spill it all out in my blog, you know because when it comes to me it just comes. I can't help it Weird guy. Not me, but him. My teacher. Yes, so that class was interesting, and I go to the bank. Turns out. Check father wrote, bounced. WTF. So the lady, Beth, who is really really nice, almost started crying, because I was telling her my situation, and stuff, and she was like.. I feel soo bad. She couldn't help me though. I understand. Yeah. So I called father, and made him do some 'splaining. It's b/c the check went through yesterday, and not today (his payday). That's the thing. My dad can totally afford it, but he thought at the time of writing the check, it wouldn't post. Soooo. He's going to put money in my other account, which I only put enough money in to cover the monthly serveice charges, and is the same bank as his, to cover everything. He can't do that until after 5 his time, which means it won't come to me until Friday, which means I am living on the $1.08 in my pocket until then. Today was grocerey day too. Can't do that without money though. Golly gee. Man.

That was a doozie. I'm drained just typing it. It's 4:06. Godot is in about three hours. I have nothing to do. Looks like time for more job hunting. Or something. I don't know. I don't have money, and all I have at home to eat is let's see. Rice, bread, and peanut Butter. But there's only 2 more slices of bread. Ahh. My life sucks now. I can't tell my mom any of this. B/C one, she'll try to work too hard to get me money, and I can't have her do that. And two, she's going to say, I told you about your dad. Well she wont' say I told you, but I'll get the drift. I mean yes, dad has done bad things in the past, but golly gee, recently he has really been turning over a new leaf. I mean we have gotten a whole lot closer. He's got a great job and everything, and gets paid alot more, and I mean he has really been helping me out. I am going to still give him some more chances, I mean it is my dad, and I can't go on hating him like I did. I have to give him chances. It's only fair. You know? Well that's my story. I'm done. Wait. No I'm not. I forgot about books. Yes. Books are $500 and some change all together. Let's see, and I still have to get supples for Develop. and pre-prof. yowsa. Now I am done.

I have added Erica and Alanna to my blog

Just got back from Chinatown. I liked it. Very enjoyable. Would have been better if: One; I had money. Two: Someone was with me: Three; it wasn't so cold. It was all gret fun. I went to a chinese bakery. Awesome. I am now awaiting my Development and Pre-production class to start. They srart at 6, and it's 5:15. I didn't know how long it would take the 'L' to come, so I came home at 5. I could have waited at least 30 more minutes, but it's all excellent. The class I'm about to go to is 3 hours. That's a doozie.

I have decided I'm going to Chinatown. I have never been, and obviously it would be a better first-time expierience if I were to go with someone else (well if it were the right person) but then again who better to go with than myself? I have two hours, and I am going to have some fun times. I don't have money though, that will hopefully be coming soon, so we pray. Okay. Time for Chinatown. I just want to check out the sites and stuff. I'm most def. going again on a date. When that will be and with who, I do not know, nor may I ever, but what the Hell. I'm in Chicago, I need to live it up. Off to Chinatown we go! Yaay!

ALLRIGHTYTHEN! Yaay for the Oscars. I had my first class today. Next one is at 6. Oh lordy. What am I to do all day? golly gee willikers. I'm here in the library, with Chris Padget (whistles) and we are just surfing the net. We just got out of Psycology: Theories of Personality. The class seems awesome. I'm excited. I like our teacher. He's not too boring, and he encourages us to talk in class. I am all about that, even though I know nothing about psycology. Well not yet. We only have to write two papers, and they are awesome dawsome. I'll tell you about those later on in life. Fun times for all! Yesterday I hung out with Jeff, Blake, Maria, and Adam yesterday. I had fun times. Met tons o' people. Don't remember names. That sucks, because you know I'm supposed to! Shee shee! went to bed early. Fun times for all yet again! Now I am going to surf the net and wait for Erica to email me!

YAAAY For Oscar Nominations! Okay Here's the list

My Unofficial Predictions:

What I want to win:
Best Picture: The Pianist
Actor: Adrian brody
Actress: Selma Hayek
Supp Actor: Chris Cooper
Supp Actress: Meryl Strep
Director: Almodovar
Foreign Film: The Academy sucks because "The Fast Runner" should be there
Adapted Screenplay: The Hours
Original Screenplay: Y Tu Mama (I have to represent)
Animated: Spirited Away
Art Direction: LOTR or Frida
Cinematography: Chicago
Sound: LOTR
Score: John Williams (I have to represent again)
Song: Paul Simon (he is the man)
Costume: gangs of New York
Documentary: Bowling for Columbine (I haven't seen the others)
Short Documentary: (haven't seen that)
Editing: LOTR
Makeup: Frida
(Skip the next two)
Visual Effects: LOTR

Who Will MOST LIKELY win
1. The Hours
2. Daniel Day-Lewis
3. Nicole Kidman
4. Chris Cooper
5. Meryl Strep
6. Almodovar
7. SKIP
8. About a Boy
9. Todd Haynes
10. Spirited Away
11. Frida
12. The Pianist
13. LOTR
14. LOTR
15. Frida
16. Bono
17. Gangs of NY
18. Not Bowling for Columbine: That would say too much about the Academy
19. SKIP
20. LOTR
21. Frida
22. SKIP
23. SKIP
24. LOTR

These are unofficial. I must pnoder and ponder, and see some movies again before I have my final choice. I must also see where the Buzz is, and just have a time to sit and think.

Yaay. It's Monday! School started today! Well not for me, because I don't have Monday classes. Talk about some fun times. I think the Lord is on my side (well I know he's on my side, but let me just tell my story). Yeah, so last night, we went to Natasha's house. There was alkie. I told Ben I would drink the next time there was alkie, so yes, I drank. I need to remember NOT to drink on an empty tummy. Well it wasn't empty, but damn. Man. I think I am not going to drink again. Seriously. I mean it was NASTY. Gordon's vodka. I have never had Gordons, and it sure was NOT good. My body was NOT aggreeing with me this morning. I didn't have a hangover, but my stomach was like "what the fuck boy. Don't ever drink that shit again! What are you trying to do?!?!" I mean me and the bathroom had one big appointment. Everything I smelled smelled like that vodka. It was cheap. Ew. I am getting a somachache just thinking about it. I only had three shots too! WTF?!

Yeah so I met Mike today. He's a cool boy. We went to luncheroo, and then we went to the Cultural Arts Museum. It was awesome. There's this artist, from Korea who made some freaky stuff, and it made no sense. I have decided I am going to be a contemporary artist. Make TONS of money by putting random stuff together. Works for me. I am going to start tonight. I'm serious about that. Then there was another exhibit of a guy who was obviously messed up in the head. His art was... wow. Next was the Teddy Bear exhibit. oh my. I learned too much about some teddy's. Yeah.. It was fun though. Mike's a purty cool guy. we're gonna hang more. Fun times

I have nothing else to do today. I am bored. I don't want to go home. Ben is there. Haha. I mean he's cool, but he's going to be asleep, and I don't want to be the only one awake. Let me go check the mail, I guess. I am not going home at all. Well, not for another few hours at least, because there's so much to do, now that school has started! I should go cruise the scenery (if ya know what I mean). Hmm. Sounds fun times. It stopped snowing. Good. That snow was cold, and it was getting inside my jacket, into my shirt, freezing my skin, and I couldn't handle all of that. Yeah. I need to go find a job. I've been looking too! Well let me go do that. I'll be back soon, prolly.

This computer sucks ass. I can't even remember what I was typing, but I do know it was good. Man. Well, let me just start talking, and then maybe I can slowly remember what I typed.

Bank Stuff: Is worked out, yes, but get this. Since I filled out that form, I can't acess my money until the lady calls me. So, it's frozen, and I have rent to pay. She better call me today. Well the bank said she would call. They said if I wouldn't have filled out that form, I could have my money. shit. They were the ones who made me fill it out. Damn.. MMM hmmm. Yeah. So I have money... can't use it. that stinks.

Okay. I'm on a better computer now. Fun times for all

Jason stuff: Yesterday in his livejournal, I read he wanted to be friends. This was the first time I heard anything about it, so I text messaged him, ya know asking him about it. He couldn't talk yesterday, but we talked today, and you know what? It's going to be fine and dandy. Jason's a great guy, and I think we'll fair better as friends than in a relatinship anyways, although he kisses really well. That's quite allright. I mean we are still going to hang and stuff, so it'll be awesome times. We can talk about our relationships, and guys we think are hot, and not feel weird. I mean this is the best, I know it. He's not ready for this. Haha just kidding. I'm sure the right guy will come along, with school FINALLY starting up and all...

Since I was kinda down and out about everything last night, (I was pretty pathetic.. eww. why? I guess sleep was the ultimate cure.) Ben MADE (yes he made me) go out last night. I was just going to sit at the apartment and you know, lay in PJ's, and eat. We all know about those fun times. So, we went out to the Royal, to kind-of have a semi-pity party, but not really, get my mind off of Jason for a bit. Yeah. I have to say it worked, because my mind was on Ben's welfare last night. Shit. He almost got the crap beaten out of him, because him and this guy (who is pretty cute, but he wears makeup, and that bothers me) Travis were doin' their thing on the stage. Believe me. They were doing it. Well not it but damn. They might as well have been. I wasn't really dancing until they stopped playing techno-house music, and started playing some hotness, then I had to find some girls to freak it with, (yes, they were lesbians, but they are the only ones who know how to keep up with this) and we had some fun times. I mean no, it wasn't like freak it freak it, just dancing. Believe me you. I get eyes when I dance, but onlky eyes. No one ever comes up to me. That's cool though, because like I was telling Ben last night, I would rather find a guy OUTSIDE a club (I gave the example of a museum.. why a museum, I don't know, but hey, I think it'd be kinda hot to find a smart, hot guy in the museum, and you started you know dating, and what-not.) than in a club, because that's just a little gross to me. I mean I don't think I'd really complain, but still... think about it. Yeah. so, back to Ben. Turns out Travis's big ass ugly boyfriend was there THE WHOLE TIME. He was dancing with some other girl like his best friend or something, but yeah. BIG ole stink broke out. You know I had to be the one to calm everyone down. It was quite humerous. I mean this Uber-gay, pansy ass (yes he was big, not fat, and not tall, I mean not musiclar, but still...) guy, who is rather ugly.. no he's REALLY ugly is threatning me. I mean I may be small, but I just had to laugh. Shit. He was like "I know you are not trying to talk to him. I am his boyfriend bitch" I was like "I'm sorry, but I'm, not trying to talk to anyone here, umm. He wears make-up, and obviously he isn't all into you, because you can't even control him. Look at him. He's kissing every guy in here. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want a boyfriend like that" He was like "oh no you didn't bitch. I will fuck you up" That's when I started laughing. I said "okay.. yeah.. sure.. and turned around and walked my fine ass away". Then, Ben, the shy ass guy that he is, makes ME take the Travis' number, because he didn't want to be seen with him. I took his number, and here comes Mr. Boyfriend again. "You need to tell your boy to stay away from him. I'm not in a good mood, and I will fuck both of ya'll up" I was like, "look I can't control anyone but myself. You can talk to him if you want, but I can't tell him to stop anything. If you haven't noticed, YOUR boyfriend sought out HIM (talking about Ben). I think someone's a little out of line." Boy was like "look bitch, fine talk to him, we aren't together anymore" I was like "you didn't really seem like you were together in the first place". The whole time, I was totally non-chalant-I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. I never broke out the gay boy hands flialing, pansy, drama queen, name calling, stuff. I handleled it perfectly. Told him how it was. Ten points for me. I don't mess with drama.

They did play good music for about the last hour or so, so I was totally looking great, and non-sweaty until the last hour. Then it got crazy, and I was shivering my ass off the whole way home. There were some drunk senior from OU (Oklahoma University) that talked to us the whole train ride back. They thought Ben and I were together. I had to laugh at them. Two boys and one girl. Guys were obviously gay, but they hid it. I mean not flamboyant (like Ben) but believe me. They were not straight. The girls were nice. We showed them how to get home, and it was quite fun. Dustin, one of the guys, was quite attractive. Yeah. So. That was my night. I went home, and went to sleep. Ben went to the "Dorms (on campus housing which is next door)" to drink. It was 3:33 and I was tired. Shee. I still got up before 12 and got out of the house. 35 points for me.

Fucking. Fuck. I needed to say that. Yes, so I have been up since 8AM working out this shit with my bank. The fucking stuff didn't post, so I have been calling my dad, calling the bank, calling my dad again, and the bank. Yeah. So at 12 or so, I get all the information I need, so I can start figuring out WHY I still have no motherfucking money. Turns out... dad DID deposit money (thank the Lord in Heaven). BUT! The deposit was lost. SO.. I went to the Bank of America here, to figure out how that happens. Yeah. They can't GIVE me any money, so they have me and this other lady, Beth, fill out this long ass "where has my money gone/lost deposit form" that happens. I STILL don't have money to gove to my roomie, who I think is supposed to be out of town, but he's not, and I don't know why, I mean his freaking GRANDFATHER, who he's lived with all his life is having CANCER surgery today, and he's not left yet. Yeah.. something's wrong. Soo.. The rent is late, and my roomate won't talk to me about it, but I think it will be okay, because the guy who we turn the rent into likes Ben (my roomate, duh) so you know, a little flirting will make everything okay. Tomorrow. I will have money. So I pray. well I mean I was supposed to have it TUESDAY. but Fuck. I don't. I don't know why, and neither does my fucking bank. Shit. Fuck that. Yeah. so I still have no money, it's been over a week. Sadness.

Allrightythen. I met Cindy last night. I like her. She's a tell-it-like-it-is kinda gal. Yeah. She's cool. She loves her some Jason though. Wow. I mean talk about some sad times for her. yeah, when Cindy came, Jason was a changed man. It was kinda funny. I mean he totally like paid 1% attention to me, but that's okay. I'm sure I do the same thing when I'm with Maya (well I don't but still). I just have to get in there more. Ya know. Gotta get Cindy to like me. She's cool. I like her.

Caldwell is awesome. She's a big dykey-lesbian who works at a craft shop. She rocks. I like her. We started talking last Wednesday, and she invited me to a party, but I couldn't go, because I was on my first date ever. Yeah. Her and I had some chill time last night. Well I was coming home from the computer lab, and she was working, by her lonesome, so I came to cheer her up. We had fun times, and I told her about my banking issues, and she was like "I hear you bro".. AMEN. Yeah. She knows tons o' people. She's going to take me furniture shopping... OH yes.. speaking of furniture..

Craigslist officially rocks my cock. I think I am going to furnish my whole apartment with that cheap, but like brand-new stuff that people are selling and no longer need. I like. I like alot. Ben doesn't know this yet, but he's mad at me (well, I understand why, but IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I MEAN SHIT! I DIDN'T ASK BANK OF FUCKING AMERICA TO FUCKING FUCK ME UP!!!!!!) I think.. Yeah, so tonight, I think I am going to chill at home and read my book. A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius It rocks to no utter end. Yaay rah. Time to find a job now. Skee ya later.

Allright. Wow. Not a whole lot has happened in the past couple days. Except for the fact that I am living on ZERO dollars. It's really sad, actually. My dad said he put dinero in my account, either he's lying, or something for real has happened to the moola. That's not good, becuase rent is due today. Wow. I called him about 500 times, and he hasn't called me back. Well he called me once, to say, he'll check up on it. Check up on it? Naw, buddy, it doesn't work like that. We need to see what's going on. Shit. I just need to close this account and get one in a little Chicago Bank, where people know my name when I walk in. Shit. This wait 8 minutes to talk to someone, and 8 minutes later, all the people are busy so it'll be at least 20 more minutes, doesn't cut it. Hell no. I need to talk to someone NOW. Me and Bank of America are not getting along. All this over draft shit? Umm no! I keep a balanced checkbook. The damn bank just doesn't put them all through until a certain day. Why didn't I ever have this problem with First Union? My shit was all kept straight. I don't appreciate this. HTFN. I need money, and soon, because it's been a week, and I have had about three pennies to my name. It's like ALL I can think aboout. My dad needs to get on the phone to call me. Oh, speaking of phone, I have used 700 minutes. That's not good, considering I only have 200 minutes to last me until the 23rd. But, I called the other day about my bill, and the lady was REALLY nice to me. She corrected my bill (they charges me $45 instead of $25) and she gave me 300 free minutes, so I don't go over, and she let me change my plan without double-billing me. Now THAT is what I call customer service. Shit. This bank stuff has me going crazy. I appreciate me some US Cellular. Amen to that. I need to do my FAFSA and loan stuff. I'll do that tonight. Wait, maybe not. It's Story time ladies and lads.

So there's this guy (man, I wish every story could start like that), and his name is Mike. Of course, I met him online, you know through the lovely thing gay guys like to call XY.com. Yeah. So, we're supposed to meet sometime this day (yes that means today), but, I can't meet him until I know I have money. I mean we both know it would be downright embarassing to show up with no money. I am not like that. Yes. So what does Jason say about all of this? He said it was okay. Yes, I asked him. I know I didn't have to ask him, but I would get angry and upset at myself if I didn't. I mean I guess I am seeing him. Not in the boyfriend way, but, as two people who are interested in each other. Oh yes, and what I said yesterday, I guess I was mad. I know Jason likes me. I mean he's been really busy with work and all lately, and I was also upset at the wind, so I was just getting upset at the world. We're hanging out tonight, provided he doesn't cancel for the third time. He cancelled Monday, because he had to stay late for work. That's all kosher. Tuesday, he had to write a paper. That's kosher too, because I would feel bad if he did bad, and went out with me. Today is Wednesday, and we are supposed to hang out after his class. He doesn't have work tomorrow, but he's still going to be extra tired, because he had to work, and then from work, he has to go to class. I don't know what we will do, and I want to pay for whatever it is, but, then that all goes back to the money thing... AHH! It's all a Catch-22. I don't appreaciate this. Yeah, so what if I decide I like Mike? Well I won't allow myself to. That's what I keep telling myself. If I re-iterate this enough times, it'll stick, and we'll be just friends. I promise. Yaay. I mean I can't like 2 guys at once, I'd feel like a ho-slut (hmm. I've never used those two together.. I like it). No one wants to be a ho-slut (well except all the other guys in Chicago, but I'm not like them... I'm a gentleman). do they? Yeah. What if Mike tries to put the moves on me? What do I do? I don't know. I guess I'll cross that bridge when it comes. I won't do anything. I know it. I mean I can't. I won't feel right. That's what I told myself last night, because then I'd have to tell Jason. I mean I'm not obligated to tell him, but I would have to because my consience (is that how you spell consience? You know Jimminey Cricket? Well that's what I mean, I'm sure you understand, you faithful blog.) would make me. Good thing mine isn't a cricket. I'd have to kill it, because it would chirp in the middle of the night. You know, when you think about it? Ariel in 'The Little Mermaid' had 2! Flounder, and Sebastian! Well.. I don't know if you can count Flounder, because he was a little pansy. He's a half-consience. Not fair! I want 2! But I have one. And his name is.. Well I really haven't thought about what I would name my consience. OKay. Please let me stop now. Back to Jason. He said he wasn't 'my keeper'. That sounded weird. Then he left. I kinda, in a retarted way, wanted him to say no, but then again, what place would he have to say no? I would have been upset. Maybe I just asked him to see what he would say. He said that's cool. I wonder what he's thinking about it. Hmm. I also wonder what Mike (he doesn't like Michael.. I think I have a problem with that. Why?) is doing.. Sitting by the phone, waiting for me to call? No.. no one is that loserish, besides me... I did that the other day, waiting for Jason to call. I know. What a loser. Well, let me call my daddy, and see what's up with me having some funds.

I should start eating meat again. I was walking down Wabash, from Jewel-Osco (why I was there, I can't remember) to the 623 Wabash building at Columbia, and the wind decided it just needed to knock me down. why on this day (which was great, and is slowly becoming worse), I do not know. I was just walking, and the first gust made me stumble a bit. I regained my balance, and the second one pushed me into a buliding. It kinda hurt too. Then. The third wind picked me up off of my feet, and threw me on the sidewalk. Really. It did. Now see, something is wrong there. Why did the wind have to pick on me? Shit. Little old me trying to mind my own business. Next time the damn wind needs to pick on someone it's own size. It better be glad it didn't put anything on my pants, or I would have been pissed.

Now that my little fiasco with the wind is over, let me tell you, my little blog, about my day. Well, first last night. I couldn't sleep. I had to much energy, so I started singing songs from musicals, which I guess put me to sleep, because I sure did have some awesome dreams about some musicals. I know one was Les Mis, and the other was Miss Saigon. Okay, enough of that. I remember my roomate coming in last night (I have NO idea what time), but it was well after 2 (MMMhmmm... he said he would be back shortly, and that was at 9 o'clock). I heard his ghetto ass smoking (and he said he was going to quit. I knew it.... bullshit). He's so gross when he smokes. Smoking is gross anyways, but on with my story. So I got up, sent Jason a text message (well that was a little while after I was awake), and lie back in bed, thinking of the (hopeful) fun times which were to be had today. My roomate was leaving to go out to his first rehersal, which he's stage managing. I got out of bed, got out my tri-colored brown sweater, khakis, beige long-sleeved shirt, and put the khakis on the ironing board. Before I ironed, I put some bread in the toaster (I love toast). Ironed the pants. Fun times. Sweater and shirt didn't need ironing. Put on clothes, began to look all dapper. Ate toast. Called bank to see if the money father put in account had posted (he put it in after 2 o'clock his time. damn). It hadn't. Shit. That's not good. That means I have to wait until tomorrow to get a haircut. AND it means I can't go out with Jason tonight, unless he pays (which I don't want him to do, because he's spent alot of moola on me, and I'm not even sure he likes me, but that's a different story) or we do something free. Haha. what's FREE in Chicago? Yeah. A little bit of NOTHING. Well, we'll cross that bridge when it comes. He may not even be able to go out tonight, he has a paper to write that he forgot about. Yeah. Then, I noticed my brown toboggian (beanie, hat, sled, skull cap, skully) was gone. i looked everywhere. Damnit. That means my roomate wore it. Yes. WITHOUT asking. We need to get something established here. I really hate that. He asked once if he could wear it. That does not mean that it's free reign whenever he decides he needs to wear it. Oh no, buddy, that's not how the world works. He better return it before tonight, because, it matched my sweater perfectly, and my brown coat, and my whole outfit, including my brown scarf. It looks really good when worn together. ANYWAYS, I went to the haircut place to see if they took checks (they don't). Then, I was like oh. So, I walked to Jewel (again, I don't know why), and now I'm here, after me huge wind-fight (the wind won).

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Okay. Soo. I don't really know how exactly to say this, but golly gee. Yeah. Maybe I won't say it until I really talk to him. I like him. Alot. but I don't know if he likes me. Well I know he likes me, but as much as I like him? I'm not stupid, and no I'm not IN LOVE like some damn 14 year old would say, I just like the boy. Is there something wrong with that? Maybe there is. maybe I'm too much. I mean someday I think I may want to be in a relationship with him... Blah blah. Okay. I said somewhat of what I want to say, I guess. I mean not really though... Okay. I'll stop being a pansy ass girl now.

Date. It was awesome. wow. He took me to see "the Blue Man Group" and we ate at Pizzario UNO. It was incredible, I couldn't have asked for a better date. yaay. It's Sunday now, and I am in the Res. Halls about to play cards with some of Ben's friends. Hopefully it will be fun times. Maybe I should go now. I'll write more in the lab tomorrow!