Well, tonight went pretty well. I got a shit load of grocerys out of them, plus a text book, plus $100, plus an expensive dinner at Red Lobster, plus they got to see my Drama teacher orgasm, plus I got a free banana split out of them for desert. Today ROCKED!

Tomorrow, I get to get up at the butt-crack of dawn, and eat breakfast with my parents. Then off to Squires, seeing as I'm working for the NLCF thing tomorrow. Well, I turn on the lights, and make sure that they dont burn the place down. I figured it out, and I basically get paid $35.50 to go to church, and do homework instead of listening. How cool is that? After that, I get to sprint off to the last performance of The Vagina Monologues. It'll be awesome. Then, I have to strike the set. Then, I'm gonna go over to Justin's apartment, and make up for not seeing him this weekend (hopefully)

Ever since I spent the night at his place on thursday, I've been very overanylitical, and I think that I've figured out what it is. (But I'm not sure, so correct me if I'm wrong, but since you not home while I'm writing this, I just need to get this out)

Have you ever had a dream that even if you knew it was a dream, you were mad at someone in real life for something that they did in the dream? I generally forget my dreams, but on thursday, first I dreamt that Justin dumped me for no reason what-so-ever, and even said as much, then I went to get tickets to a Green Day concert to cheer myself up, and he just happened to be the person directly in front of me (but I didn't notice until after we got to the front of the line) He got the last ticket, and started rubbing it in my face. I then woke up, and I was SOOO close to kneeing him in the groin in his sleep. Then I forced myself to remember that it was just a dream. Since then, just about everything that he says, I've been trying to anylize to see if my dream was some sort of a prophecy. So who knows. All I know is that I don't. There, now that's out of my system.

Latah Dawgs

I'm writing this while waiting for my parents to show up and sweep me off my feet to the happiest place on earth. A place where everything avaliable for purchase (except the employees themselves) and the prices are aimed to please. A place that overpowers every sensory experience that you can even imagine having. I'm going to Walmart!! Then, I'm going to *cough* LET them take me out to dinner at Backstreets (no, not the infamous bar in Roanoke, which is the first thing that seems to pop into my head). Then, based on the strong likelyhood of them getting tickets to go see The Vagina Monologues (GO VAGINA!!) Before the first performance, the director gave me TWO vaginas. They're both easy to carry around, and it is very easy to find the clitoris. This is nice, because now I can give my self a double orgasm while walking down the street, just by licking both clits at once. How much fun am I going to have? A LOT (at least until one of the vaginas melts...think about that one for a while)

I watched Moulin Rouge again last night, and noticed a few new things: when Christian, Satine, and the Duke are on a picnic, and he sees a frog, watch his little waddle/dance thing. Its quite humorous. At least when you're drunk. I also get to watch Se7en (my like 3rd favorite movie...the highest non-musical, damn I'm gay) and write a paper on it for English. I'm SOOO kicking this paper's ass. There will be no one to stop the ass-kickage.

Have you ever wondered what one of your professors would sound like if she was having an orgasm. Well, if you come to The Vagina Monolgues, you can hear my professor have not only one toe-curling orgasm, but also a suprise triple orgasm. I must say that I'm quite good at what I do (mop the floor....NO, I'm NOT a Jizz-moper...some people...sheeesh)

Well, my parents should be here anyminute, and So that they don't see the subject matter that I write about in here (read: That they wouldn't approve of) I'm gonna go ahead and go. Oh, they're here

so peace out (note: edited this so that it at least made sense to me after I got back)

Hmmm...slacking off in the middle of the day, and stumbled upon straightacting.com. An interesting webpage, but I'm not too sure about the scoring system


It's kinda assumed 'Oh, yeah he's gay'. Your consistent behavior leads anyone you come in contact with to think that you're more than likely a fun loving homo boy. You're the life of the party and your hands are moving and talking as much as your mouth. You clothes are so perfect that sometimes they look fake.

They have a quiz for girls, and one for guys. I'm definately curious how they can tell how straight you act by asking questions like 'How many candles do you own?' (none), 'Do you have a Ricky Martin CD?' (yes), 'Snoop Dogg?' (yes), 'Madonna?' (yes). I'm not sure how accurate that is, so anyone who can give me an insight into that, let me know. Also, considering 9 is all out queen, am I really that gay? I'm interested in what my <ahem> boyfriend thinks.

I found out that my actual job title is 'CAV Technician' for whatever that is worth. And I should start actually working next week. My first pay check comes March 1st. And I already know what I'm buying first!! The Queer as Folk Season One on DVD......damn, following the straight acting quiz, I solved my own question. Oh well.

Ok, the Superbowl Kicked ass, and the commercials royally sucked. There were a few good ones. But not many. Damn, they slippin'.

My one problem with the Patriots winning (and damn, they deserved that) was that now we have to sit through EVEN MORE PATRIOTISM. Unlike the world series, when it was right after 9/11, when you kinda felt like you should root for New York, because of all the fucked up shit that they went through. But the Patriots are from BOSTON, and they should really be called the BOSTON Patriots or the MASSACHUSETTS Patriots. NOT the NEW ENGLAND Patriots, because there are the New York Giants, New York Jets, and the Buffalo Bills. Oh well. They still deserve to be the champions. But the Rams did put up a great fourth-quarter fight.

OOOH!!! I met the cutest closet lesbian today. she and I are both working crew for The Vagina Monologues. She's really nice. She's in the MV's, and I told her that I wouldnt tell anyone, as long as she didn't mind the fact that I was out. She's really cool. Since I don't know who all reads this, I'm gonna just kinda stop there. This way, I don't accidently tell someone that might know who it is, until she is ready to tell everyone else.

If you are anywhere near the vicinity of Blacksburg, and can get down here this weekend, come see TVM. Its gonna be a GREAT show. students are $8, adults are $10, and all proceeds go to charity. Friday and Saturday, 7:30, Sunday 2:30. The show runs about 90 minutes. Its got a great cast, a great director, and awesome Crew (yeah, we rock!) Also, I now work for UUSA.....I got the job! I fill out paperwork on Tuesday, and then I can start scheduling work, and getting money. It'll be a little easier once this week is over, because I don't think that I can work at all this week, because of the time committment to working the Vagina Monologues

Ok, Peace out, night all