So I was reading Alanna's blog, and I started to get jealous. Of all the people's blogs I read, mine is the worst. Sometimes, I wish I could just write something beautiful, and insightful, but I can't. I mean all of my shit in here is just what's going on. It's not in beatiful words, it's just blah. Why can't I be all gorgeous, or funny, like Chad, or just awesome like Becky's? jake's blog rocks even more.

Anyways, Tom called me. We're still on for tomorrow. Who wants to see a picture? Here's one: This is pathetic. Who puts up pictures of people they vaguley know on their blog? Oh yeah, Christopher!

http://edwardnorton.zzn.com/WebUsers/Tmp_christopher_1071354490134/Message/Attach/att8055.tmp/~1D58F/image/pjpeg/img001.jpg


There's tom.

I wonder if I can get my job back at Madstone... I miss them... alot... I am coming home for the summer. I want to hang out with all of them forever. Hmmm... I don't exactly know if i want my job back though. As much as I loved it, I hated it. Not hate, but hate. You know, the hate of the manager, like makes you hate the job? I guess. I only really liked working with Erika as manager. My heart hurts for them. I want to be home so bad. I want to stay here too. About Face is not worth the time spent to stay for the summer. The only thing that is is the Chicago int'l film fest. I really want that job. We'll see.

i just realized that I have major problems. they are funny problems, but problems nontheless. I think Laura (my ACE dawg) and I are the only ones with this problem. My problem is as follows: Whenever a new guy comes vaguley into the picture, (well not really in the picture even... just a foot or an arm that got cut off. you know those pictures that you take, and you wonder, who's arm is that? that's what I'm talking about. someone who's not really "in" the picture, but is in the picture, because he's in the picture.) I begin to go crazy. Crazy meaning, I begin to plan things that are just stupid like we're going to be soulmates, when I barely know the guy's last name. Hey, at least there's no sex going on. Like today, I was talking to Laura on the phoney, when I was supposed to be doing my research paper.. and she said "you should come up to Princeton (that's in NJ) to visit Olivia and I this summer!" Of course I was like "oh you know it girl!" and I began to tell her of my plans for the summer.. I said "you know, Tom lives up north too, so I could stop by y'alls place when I visit him! It would work out perfectly!"

WHO DOES THAT!? Who sas Tom even LIKES me like that? Who says I like him like that? I don't know what the heck is wrong with me. Man, my head is screwed up. It's not only with Tom that I do this crap, but any guy that I vaguley like. yes. I know. without saying it. I have major issues, that need to be worked out in psychotherapy or some shit. haha.

i need to go to fin. aid. I can do that sometime this or next week. I need loans. bad.

I think I am moving back home for the summer. Unless i get the job with the Chicago International Film Festival.

On another note:

I have a pseudo-date Thursday night. with a guy. named Tom. Coffee, then Fasination. A play. I'm excited, I think. Have to do paper first. Olivia is coming too! fun times. No more Oscar. I still like Ryan though. That's sad, I know. yeah. So that's it. end of story. bye bye. Class tonight.

I bought new "uh-oh" Oreos. They rock the house. I need milk now.

Well buddy. Guess what?! I OFFICIALLY DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO STAY!

So Grant dropped out. Not out of school, but out of getting this apartment. Yeah, so he's moving to St. Louis. Forever. Please. Fuck that. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I mean shit. I can't afford to get this apartment on my own. I shouldn't have ever trusted anyone. Shit I don't trust anyone anymore. I mean How the FUCK.. in one week we were supposed to have the rest of the security deposit put down, and I was going to move in on May 15th. It was all planned out. I would pay only $200 a month to Ben, because I was moving out mid-month. Then, on the 15th, I would move to Awesome Apartment, but now, I can't. Unless I get 2 more roomates. And soon. VERY Soon. EXTREMELY soon. What the fuck? Why does this shit have to happen to me? I mean FUUUUCK! I want to scream. I am so upset. Grant was the one who PRESSURED me into getting this apartment, and I FINALLY get all the FUCKING funds together, and he doesn't move the fuck in!? HELLL THE FUCK NO! BITCH! Shit. I don't even know what to say. I want to break someone's neck. Where do I go? What do I do? Damn.

I have been watching Willy Wonka for the past three hours. Man. I love that movie. It makes me happy on some interior levels that I can't explain. Erika Flierl rocks my world. I must say that. I miss her so.

Stayed up too late. Had work today. Still at work. Three more hours. more later, if not asleep.

christoplg: what are you doing?
MikeF3200: just sorta sitting here eating ice cream
christoplg: I want ice cream!
MikeF3200: hehe
MikeF3200: i'd rather have boy cream

ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth...

This is so dumb but... I'd rather be brave brave sir Robin or Lancelot


Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?


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Oh shee. I am bored as H I and J. Haha. That was stupa. Okay. I am going out to Northwestern to see Oscar and maybe meet some guys or something, and to get away from my friends here in Chicago. I have realized that I need my Fridays away from them, because I am beginning to handle them less and less. I have expanded my friendship circle though. It's changing. That's good as H, because I sense the gay boys are beginning to not like me. I don't really know why, but I don't really care at the same time. I am about to go get some Chinese food. Amen for that. AMEN! HOLLER PRAISE JESUS. I need to finish my take home exam first. The reward will be Chinese.

Hmm. I'll write more later, but I would just like you tell you, my little bloggeroo, that I have a thing for gay guys who are or seem straight. I'll go back to the beginning. My first (post pubescent) experience with a guy.. John Hyde. Then Jason. Then Mike Now Oscar. Hmm. I mean damn. I have only fooled around with 5 guys total. Maybe 6. I don't know. That's a bad ratio. But hey, It's all good. Anyways, I'll holler laters. Peacies. I'm off of work.

When am I going to visit my family? Man, I want to see them soo bad. I can go down to TX the week they'll be there, and see them then. But, I have About Face too.. Maybe I won't do About Face. I don't really have the time, but I know they'll pay me. Hmmm. But then, I could go back to NC with the family after TX, see the friends, and then fly back? I don't know. I mean golly gee willikers. About Face won't end until Mid-August, so, and by then most people will have started back in school, which is not kosher. Where will I get the money for this? Oh yeah, daddy is sending the money to get the apartment! yaay! Then, if we get a third roomate, it'll be all gravy! Fun times for all! This is great so far. We need to pray about this. Well, I should go now.

This is a little scary...

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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Talk about a weirdness day today. So I went to psychology, and I wasn't tired (for like the first time since the very first day). He said as soon as he got in the classroom that he was going to hand out our papers that we turned in Thursday. Golly gee. I was thinking that this would be the worst day, because I knew that paper sucked. Well, we learned some pretty friggin awesome stuff, like Maslow's self-actualization process (which I find incredibly interesting, and true). I took super notes. I always take better notes when I like what we're studying. Wonder why that is. Hmm. Well, anyways, the end of class came (and oh so quickly), and he handed back the papers. Uh oh. I get my paper back with the following comments:

This is a good paper, although you repeat yourself a couple of times. And you didn't mention that you were analyzing Mr. Rustin from the viewpoint of ADLER.

Overall Grade: B

Damn. See. I thought I was going to get like a 50 at least. Come on now. I seriously thought that was the worst paper I had ever written, or pretty dern close. I have noticed some things about my formal writing. Things I didn't really care about in senior english, I go crazy over now. I guess that's called 'learning'. Hah. I don't make the same mistakes I used to make (well duh), and I never have any typos (in my papers). Well I never had typos in my english papers, but the whole tense-(shift)shit thing always got me, and naked this's and that's. No more of those.

Later, I think I will post Maslow's characteristics of self-actualized people.

Yeah, so my little sister has a boyfriend. What is this? That is not supposed to happen. Please. I will need to talk some sense into this Demon character. Or Demah, whatever his name is. To me it's DEMON, like spawn of Satan. I'll give this Demon kid a call. I don't think I like him. I don't like boyfirends. Especially of sixteen year old little sisters. I don't like him. I don't trust him. He needs to know I'll kill him if he touches her. I am damn serious. Shit. I will not play. I am getting heated up on the inside, just thinking about the things he'll try to do. I should go back to NC. I need to take care of Christian. Demah. I don't like him. We're talking about my little sister here.

I'm at Kinko's, running copies. fun times.

I don't work Wednesday. Fun times, but I wish it were Thursday. I need less hours. But I don't want to have less hours, that's the thing, ya know what I mean?

my fortune cookie says: "you will have good luck and overcome many hardships."

I need this fortune cookie today. I need good luck with oscar (haha) and I do have many hardships, here they are now; *Tuition*schoolwork*boys*getting my new apartment*getting money*getting a third roomate*new friends*work*sketchy people*about face*what am I going to do this summer* and much MUCH more. I can't think about them now though. It would be incredibly awesome if they could all get solved the good way, and VERY soon.

I got my phoney back. Now I can have calls. Write more later. I'm at work now, but it'll be less busy later, and I can write more. Bye my little blogger.

Wow. My fortune cookie was right. THis was one of those weekends that just go down in the books. YOu know. The ones that are just awesome. That's what I have had. Friday night, I mer Oscar. He rocks, and like I said earlier, he might swing my way. We're all going to see what we can do. Slept at Olivia and Laura's.

Saturday: About face, got my John Cameron Mitchell pictures, which ROCK. AFYT was awesome too. Yaay. THEN. Went to sucky parties, but it was all inI good fun. Then to Pick me uip where we met hot guys. OH YES> Ben's new guy Whitney, met up with us last night, and he brought a ton of friends. Two of them are hot. Brendan, and JOhn (I think). The rest are a no-no. I am going to chillax with them next weekl. Fun times for all. Then back to Olivia and Laura's to sleep.

TOdayL I was supposed to go to Church with Grant but he wasn't up, so we didnt' go. Made me kinda upset. I'll go next week. For sure. I need to not work Sunday mornings anymore. Then I have been hhanging out here all day, and it's been awesome. I talked to Oscar. He's soo awesome. I am going to chill with him this week for sure. That boy floats my boat. Haha. I can't wait till next weekend!!!! yaay~! Okay see ya laters! I'm going to go home now. I haven't bveen home since Tuesday.

wet hot american summer... I have to see this movie, according to oscar....

Yeah, so I think this guy I met tonight, Oscar, is gay, he's just denying it. I mean damn. I have goten planty of looks. He's very smart, and attractive too. BUT, he likes Olivia. She doesn't like him though. at all. that's good. yaay. Well peacies.

DAMNIT! MY WHOLE POST JUST GOT ERASED. Basically, I was talking about how I loved Laura, and how I always blow money. I CAN"T STAND THAT I AM FOREVER BLOWING MONEY! IT FREAKING BNOTHERS ME@!!!! SHIT. OKay. I"ll be done with this now. Peacies.

Christopher is about to pull the longest day in the history of his life. So he just got done printing out his paper on Bayard Rustin, which he was up ALL NIGHT (that's right kids, he got NO sleep [well he was also listening to showtunes and oldies all night, so I'm sure that didn't really help.. but sometimes it does]) typing. He's at Kinko's now printing it. In about 30 minutes he has Psychology. Then, after Psyc, he has to watch 2 (that's right 2) movies, and review one, and write a full-out shot-by-shot analysis of the other one. THEN he's got work at 2. Until 10. With Chad. Who doesn't like him. Then, and only then, will Christopher be able to sleep. Golly gee willikers. He needs to go grab some quick breakfast of some sort before he dies. *sigh* sigh.

Oh yes, I must say that yesterday I got a really good fortune in my fortune cookie. That's it. I'm going to check my email now, and hope there's something good.

Hey! Sorry didn't write yesterday. Busy busy. D&P was awesome. Dan is hot. So is John, and Pat. *sigh* but I'm taken. John Cameron Mitchell. Yesterday was GORGEOUS! today is not. We walked by the lake, Scott, Grant, Janelle, Rachel and I. It was fun. Rachel and I got to bond more. Sometimes I don't think she's listening all the time. Anyways, I have that psyc paper to do. I think I'll be allright, or at least I hope so. Well gotta go.

It's a nice day outside, but I have too much work to do. Can't enjoy the day. Damn. I was just thinking about this. I have so much work to do.
Today:D&P portfolio and work
Tomorrow-Wednesday: PSYC PAPER!!! AHHH! THIS IS NOT GOOD! I DON'T KNOW WAHT TO WRITE ON! IT'S DUE THURSDAY! Oh yes, Work Wednesday.
Thursday: Aesthetics paper! AHHH! and HISTORY!! AHH!

First things first. I need to give yesterday's entry that I wrote at work. I could have posted it, but i didn't want to. so, here it is.
SUNDAY, APRIL 13, 3003

Well, It's Sunday, and I still am in love. Maybe even deeper than yesterday. I would have thought the 'celebrity' would have worn off by now, but golly gee, it hasn't. Damn. I know, I have issues, but I believe John Cameron Mitchell is the man of my dreams (or at least one of them). Damn. I am at work, tired as H, I stayed at grant's until 3 in the mrning watching movies. We watched Some Dolly Parton movie, then Bring it On (you KNOW that is my jammy jam) then 'The Grey Zone', some Holocause movie, which was good, but not excellent. I mean. then we watched Kiss of the Dragon. Well, I really didn't watch it, because I was talking with Ziety about some China-Hong-Kong Martial arts. It was fun, then the movie got really boring, so we had to fast-forward to the hotness action scenes at the end. Now, I am at work, after four hours of sleep. I didn't bring ANY of my homework, damnit. I was thinking, that if I did, we would have so much to do, I wouldn't even get to do it anyways. therefore, I am going to try to get something accomplished without any materials. later, I'll get on the super-computer, and look up all my stuff, but Dawn is using it. For now, I am listening to 70's soul/classic/jams/soft rock. they aren't that bad, and it sets a mood for today. Wow. I can't stop thinking about yesterday affternoon. I need to stop doing this. Faflling in "love" with people I can't get. are famous, etc. I really think I do it because I'm going to have that celebrity relationship someday. for Real. I mean I WILL get into that Semester in LA. I HAVE to.

I really miss my friends in North Carolina. Not that I'm getting tired of Chicago, but I feel like I have to be a totally different person. No, not like personality, but I don' tknow. I'm growing into something new, and I'm not totally sure if I like it or not. Let me explain. Here, (in chicago) I feel like I'm Mr. Purity, and sometimes, I think I WANT other people to fefel bad for not being pure. like; I don't smoke-anything, and most of my friends do. I don't hook up with guys-ALL of my friends do that. i think I want to distance myself from them in a way. I mean besides a very few, all of my friends are gay. I really honestly feel that my only real true down-to-earth friends are Olivia and Laura. Why? Honestly, I think it's the maturity/intelligence level. No, i'm not saying my other friends are immature/unintelligent, but they aren't like my NC friends. I am sick and tired of always and only talking about guys and sex with my gay friends. I feel that's the only thing I ever have to talk about. I mean there's no laughing at each other, joking, like 'my gang' used to do. I miss that. I mean granted I haven't been here for too long, but still. The only laughing/joking the gay boys ever do is "ooohh, you slut, you slept with so-and-so"... or "well damn, girl, you are freak-nasty". I am getting tired of it. Alot of people (yes, I'm about to generalize here) are shallow or talk about themselves. It's not warm and fuzzy. I need more straight friends, and QUICK. Maybe I should transfer to Northwestern. Naw, who am I kidding? shit. My mind is a whirling dervish. I need to go back to NC this summer, but we ALL know I will want to stay, or I won't have a job here when I get back, or I'll be a totally different person both when I get down there, and when I get back here. I have changed, and i need to decide for myself if I like that person I am, or if I need to change, because it's not too late, but it's about to be if I don't hurry up. I really think moving will help me. It'll be a new start.

I just took a hiatus from writing to design a flyer for a roommate ad. I think, that although I have neat handwriting and all, I'll do it on the computer. Or colored paper. Or both. Not sure. Anyways, I think I have decided that guys don't like me. I am content with that to a certain extent. (oh shit, I just remembered this. brad has been telling all of his "friends" that I have been sending him emails saying i would live in a one bedroom apartment so we [meaninf him and I] could be together. TREES HOMO! I wish a motherfucker would! That is so far beyond kosher, it's not funny) Boys suck anyways. I mean, I DO want an older guy, but Corey brought up a good point. why do older guys like younger guys (well not all of them, but the ones that do.. blah blah). I don't care. Corey just wants someone to have sex with anyways. I just need an older, hot, rich guy. Recently though, I have been LONGING for a wife, so i can have kids, a family, and a big house. This longing comes from years of being subjected to the "white picket fence" social life (church, families, etc). I have always wanted that though. I have really been hinking that when i grow up, I can really have that if i want. I don't know. It's just that every time I see a young married couple together, and the wife is either pregnant, or just had a baby, I want that so incredibly bad, it hurts. I could soo marry a girl to get that.

Oh yes, my sex drive has been incredibly low. (Kinko's pays their managers really well... Karla drives a brand new decked-out Toyota Corolla) I don't know why. (I need to register for classes) It might be because no one is really after me-besides John Cameron Mitchell *sigh*-. This lack of sex drive is a good hing though. I can concentrate on school (I need to call my dad. He should/needs to send me money) I really need to concentrate on school, especially math. I hate that class though. I can't miss anymore classes at all. Well, this is how many I've missed so far: Math=1, PSYC=3 (that's NOT good), history=0, D&P=0, Aesthetics=1. I have plenty of leeway, but I can't get behind. Period. I can't. My song from Center Stage (I need to watch that movie) is on! "preacher. keep on preachin..." Well, I'll end now.

End of entry

I am in love. Like for real. Oh my you don't even understand. This is the BEST day I have had in a LONG LONG time. You don't even understand. I know who I want to marry. Not Edward Norton, or any other person I haven't met. This guy is incredible. MAN. I think it was love at first site. I met him at About Face today. We were making eyes at each other the whole day, then at break, we had some conversations, and wow. We were smitten with each other. We took a million pictures together, and had some awesome talks. It's amazing how love for someone can develop over four hours. I got to touch him, and we both touched each other's bottom's. AHHH! WOW!!!! THEN, he told me I was cute, sweet, and gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my GOSH! I have been on cloud 81 all day (that's nine times nine). His name is:

...

John Cameron Mitchell.

Damn. I really think we had something going on. EVERYONE at About Face saw the chemistry we had. Like for real. I mean everyone was jealous, but they were like, Man, he REALLY likes you!

Oh JOHN... he's sooo hot, and beautiful, and wow. He's amazing. The PERFECT man.

Too bad he lives in New York. I am totally moving there. We are meant to be. Forever and ever. I felt this little tingle on the inside, and every single love song ever made was meant for us. WOW. I know we are meant to be together forever. I have been in heaven all day. I think people might be getting tired of me, but I don't care. I am smitten with this man, and I will never forget him. I know someday in the future we're going to get married. He's amazing.

Oh yes. He invited me to NEW YORK this summer (August) to some of his theater rehersals, and filmings of his NEW MOVIE

I am in LOVE

i just remembered the dream i had about becky and nathan. they lived in chicago. how extremely fun times. well here is the dream:

Rohan, Scott, some other guy who reminds me of a mix between brad and ernie but looks like John, and I were all going out to get some food. Suddenly, we see backy and Nathan, walking down the street, holding hands. Nathan looks about 80 feet tall, and becky looks smaller than a munchkin. She looks like she's his daughter, making 5 steps to his every one, trying to keep up. i see them, and it brightens my day, because other than Scott, everyone is getting on my nerves. So, Beckylicious asks us to join them for dinner. I said "I don't have any money, so that's okay." Everyone else, knowing they have no money, but thinking I do, say "okay". Since they said okay, I ran back to my new apartment to get some money (thinking there was $21 in it.. there wasn't). I only had three dollars. So, becky, said "guys, ya'll don't have to worry about money, Nathan will pay!" I was like "no, that's not right". the others were like okay, I want blah blah blah. Then some other girl who I've never seen came along, and ew. So Nathan comes back (he went somewhere for a minute) and said. Let's make this a democracy. Raise your hands if you have no money, and I have to pay for you. Okay, raise your hands if you have some money, and I have to get the rest of you (I didn't raise my hand either time, because I wasn't going to order, just sit and converse... I'm good at that). Then Nathan corners me, and was says, "how many bucks do you have"? I say, "I have thr.. I have bucks". he says "I'm paying for you, and you don't have a choice". He said it really nicely, like he wanted to pay for me, but not everyone else (well except Becky of course) I felt bad, because I knew he didn't want to pay for everyone.

Then Brad woke me up. Damn him. I wanted to know what was going to happen. I have no idea, now that I think about it what the whole democracy thing was, but hey, it was a dream. who cares.

hey. today was a drainer.. i think. i have been incredibly tired the past week for some reason. all i want to do is sleep. like forinstance, i had planned today on coming here to the computer lab, and doing some research for the tons of papers i have due in the next few days, but after i went home from class, i just ate, and went right to sleep, until 8:15! and yesterday, i went to bed right after work, and i olny got off at 10. there are supposed to be a ton of parties this weekend, but i'm not going, for multiple reasons. i have to get stuff in order for my move in like a month, and i have to do this school stuff, because school comes first. i'm supposed to be at the fusion fashion show right now, but hey, i don't care. i have stuff to do. how much you wanna bet i'll barely get anything done tonight? i'll find something interesting online and look at that for the next 2 or 3 hours. that's bad. don't worry, i'm not going to party at all this weekend. it's a hassle to get all that stuff together, and even harder without a phone. brad is getting on my nerves. okay, i don't know if he knows or not, but i don't sleep through much. so last night he starts talking to his friends/random encounters from the internet on the phone, and begins to tell them how much i like him. okay. let me say bullshit. i had to 'wake up' and call his ghetto tail out. for reals. i laughed.

i wanted to call the madstoners tonight, but i can't get a hold of my dad.

i get paid friday. yaay.

i need to get some new friends. i had some dreams about some of my friends now, and they were not good. that is not a good sign.

i got a 89 on my timeline. he needs to recognize that i have to make straight a's. i need to tell him off

we watched bad movies today in classes. some japanese movie with stupidness, and some marlon brando movie, and it wasn't guys and dolls.

i think i am going to go now, i'll be on prolly within the next hour. well not go like from the computer, but from my blog.

I have no idea what this is from or what it means, but this is a stupid quiz anyways, so yeah...


You are Toboe.
You wear your heart on your sleeve and you want
everyone to be happy. You like to make friends
and try to show gratitude when ever you can.
You live a sheltered life filled with dreams.


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AHHHHHHH! Christopher has no phone! This is not good. They cut off my phone! Oh no! My bill isn't even due yet! That makes me sad. Well, I'll either just have to wait until the 18th when I get paid, or I'll have to find a way to call my dad. I have about three dollars minues 2.50. That's not good.

OH yes. Franco called Grant! AHHH! Franco is the guy from the train (I never got his name). Turns out Franco is every man's dream, and every woman's too. He's a corporate lawyer, makes tons of money a year, owns a loft in New York, and is just awesome. He said he was super flattered by Grant and I. He's single too. Wow. what more can you ask for. Ha

So Grant and I are definatley going to get this apartment, but we aren't sure about Eddie. I mean I want him to move in, but I don't know if he can keep up with rent (I'm one to talk huh?! Well at least I have a job that pays me EXTREMELY well). SO, we're going to look for another roomatein case Eddie can't do it, or just to have four roomates, and rent will only be $250 a month. That would kick ass. The only real issue I really have now is paying that security deposit, and first month's rent. That's 2500 total. That's a hunk of cash.

I have to work today. I should go home to sleep before work, or I'll be tired. I went to bed waay to late last night. Okay. Night.

You are Chihiro! You're very determined to get what
you want out of life....even if you are a
little overprotected by a certain dragon
boy....


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Yeah, I think I would rather be Chihiro. I don't like the way Haku looks when he's that dragon thing. You know, he looks like that thing from Neverending Story. Haha.

Long time no post. My bad. Been busy. Working. I have decided that Grant is my boy. We have some heart to hearts, but sometimes I don't think he's a great listener. I mean I listern to him like white on rice, but he has a short attention span. I have noticed that. It's all good though. Nothing much has been going on. I am moving! OH MY GOSH! It is the HOTTEST apartment ever, on LINCOLN STREET, the HEART of Lincoln Park! It's the BEST price ever. $1000 a month. For a TON of space. 2 bedrooms, a dining room, living room, kitchen, huge bathroom, huge storage, 5 walk in closets, all hardwood floors, and I know everyone in the building! Scott lives on the floor below, and the floor above is vacant! It's soooo hot. You should see it. OH my gosh. I can't wait. I got to have a honkin' deposit though. $833 is my share. But, if we get a fourth roomate, it's only $650. I mean I can do both, but if we only have three, then I will get my own room (I'll pay a tad more, but I mean damn).

Kinko's rocks. I am going to love that job, but I'm going to have to ask for a little less hours, because my teachers are piling on the papers. Not that they are hard, it's just I have to make straight A's to get into Semester in LA. So it's all good. I can do this.

Jason called me last night. I was in class

I went to an awesome resturant last night, Melrose. Hotness people go there, and more 'classy' people. It's more independent too. Just like CBA, where Scott works.

Met a HOTNESS guy last night on the train. Grant and I were googling over him. It was quite hilarious. So he's obviously older, but he had the whole business suit thing going on. Totally Jewish. We say Jewish, because of the nose. He could have been Italian, but his skin was a bit pale. So, He was really tired, but every stop he would open his eyes. We decided we would give him Grant's number. Grant was too pussywillow to give it to him, so we devised a plan. At the next stop, Grant would go to another train car, and I would stay on, and spark up a conversation. We had to make sure he was 'on our side' (he was totally and utterly straight looking, but he kept looking at us on the train, so we had reason to suspect). So, the conversation insued: I began:

"Hi.."
"Hi (gave me the up-down)"
"My friend I was sitting next to, that just got off, thinks you are really attractive"
"Well thanks"
"So, if you swing our way, then here's his number, you know, in case you're free sometime"
"I do, and I am free, but"
"but.."
"I'm visiting from New York. Thanks alot though. You boys are too nice"
"We give praise where praise is due"
"I would definatley call you if I lived in town"
"well thanks. This is my stop though (I lied). I hope you have a great time in Chicago, and if you're ever come back, give us a call, and we'll go get some coffee or something"
"I'll do that (he smiled). You have a great evening. Get some rest, you probablly have school tomorrow"
"well my class doesn't start until 12, but I shall get some rest. You do the same"
"hope to see ya around (he winks)"
"thanks, you too (I smile, then got off)"

AWw. Then I went to the next car, and Grant and I screamed at each other the whole way home. We were going crazy! It was fun times. By the way, this is all at one in the morning, after going to Melrose.

Fun times. Well I have to write an email, then go to work. I'll holler laters. See ya!

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devoted to others,especially that one
person.You really can't get them out of your
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Speaking of "love" Russ and I have been really seriously talking recently. Weird. Anyways, I must go take a nap before Edwardo calls (that's Eddie, and he really spells his name Eduardo, but we have an understanding.)

I mean damn! That's my new phrase. It's hotness. yes, I have been at work. good ole Kinko's. It's sometimes boring, but hey, it pays well. I heard last night from three people that our very good friend, Paul, the ex-manager at Madstone, has been fi-red. I mean damn. I want to know the juice. That makes me smile. They should go find Gelgud, and ask him to come back. I would move back to NC. Wait, no, I wouldn't. I would definatley think about it though! oh blah. That's how I feel, but I'm going to see Margaret Cho tonight, so it is ALL good. I mean ALL good. I should go home and take a nap. nap nap nap. Ernie comes up chere today. that makes me laugh, becase I almost didn't give him an el-ticketo. i got 6. They better pay me back, becasue 6 margaret cho tickets are not cheaperoo. shit. I am typing with my eyes closed, because I am athat tired. It's kinda fun. I should do this more often. Okay, I am now going to open my eyes and see how well i did. hopefilly I did awesome. yaay! okay. opening eyes now...

Oh my gosh! I mean Damn! I type better with my eyes closed than I do with them open! Shit! I should do this all the time, but then I wold straight up fall asleep when I typed mt papers. Like I am abouf to do right now.

Okay, night all!

(by the way, I typed everything from 'shit. I am..' to the end, even now, wth my eyes closed. fun times!