No, not boo in “that “sense (and I refer to Senior boo, not Junior boo). So I FINALLY get to hang out with CJ after about three months of not seeing him. Every time we hang out it is an experience filled with raucous laughter. He is truly one of the good people and one of the greatest people I have ever come across in my life. But EVERY TIME we go out people think we are an item…and that is just funny in itself. The last time we hung out we went to Applebees and at one point one of us ordered dessert and the waitress bought it out with two spoons. We just looked at each other and laughed.

So tonight he comes over and he decides we are going to Crazy Buffet, an immensely HUGE Chinese/Japanese buffet place and very chi-chi. Of course, he lies to me that he has been there before which prompts me to make his ass pay for dinner in return. So I punch him for the lie and the two hosts say “Now now boys, no playing rough or we’ll have to punish you.” I look around and I swear to God my gaydar went off the hook.
This place is so confusing that it actually requires a touring lecture to understand the process. CJ and I retained none of this inormation. We sit, and Brad our waiter comes over. This is obviously his first time because he is so nervous and skittish. It takes him back any time one of us makes a request and he always circles our table like a vulture.

Shift scene to trip #3 for food and I notice that ALL the waiters are male, only ONE Asian, and they are ALL gay. Oh it gets better. I look around our room and I notice that it is nothing but guys…and yes…they are gay. I lean over to CJ and tell him this and he looks around and we just bust out laughing.  We were being stared down and we just kept laughing our asses off all evening. Thank God he is such a good sport about all this.

But the restaurant did have good food, even if it was a little pricy. I will surely miss my boo when he leaves for England. It just makes me realize that I too need to move on. I really need out of here because I am simply not happy anymore.

I have done nothing today at all. I am trying to find work for the summer so I can survive since I have no faith in the English Department granting me an extension since I don’t play the politics and kiss ass. Well, if I don’t get it…fuck ‘em, and if I do…..fuck ‘em. They owe me this, and I do deserve it.

I have returned from my 4-day sojourn to the Florida State Thespian Conference. I am so tired right now that my eyes are puffy and burning from lack of sleep. I went to bed at 5:30 a.m. and woke up at 8 and got home. I have also never had such an emotionally charged conference that traveled from rage to depression to extremely high levels of humor. I have never laughed so hard and for so long in my entire life as I did last night/early morning. It was definitely a lot of fun despite all the little things that wanted to make me pack my bags and leave. I realized I had a larger obligation there. Besides, the wall chipper keeps going at me so badly that I am starting to get affected.

In amazing news, Target now has SUPER Target stores like the Super Wal-Marts. Can you say excitement? I am plotzing at the idea of a Super Target, but there are none in my general area. DAMN!!!!!!

I am going to look forward to just relaxing and vegging tonight while watching John Leguizamo’s Sexaholic, since my slut of a VCR went off early and recorded Sister Act 2 instead. Bastard.

BTW, anyone else notice that the clique trend has died. I tried to update all my clique memberships and they are ALL gone or shut down. Damn! And I kinda liked it.

No, it’s not Rotunda and the Bitch Boy. It’s a plague much darker and evil. The FROGS. I should have known that moving to an apartment directly over the lake would bring problems from the critters. Crickets, I can stand. Ducks, are fine. But those DAMN frogs. They are so FREAKING loud. I have been up until 4:30 a.m. for the last four days. Granted, some of that is because I can’t seem to fall asleep, but those damned amphibians are not helping the cause at all. ARGH!!!!

On a lighter note, I am looking forward to spending another lovely week at the Florida State Thespian Conference. I am judging and presenting workshops again this year and chaperoning the drama kids I work with. It should all prove to be a VERY interesting weekend. And by intersting I mean: hyperemotional, juvenile, exhausting, interesting, banal, hackneyed, stressful, tiring……

Well, tonight is the big night. The ladies long program. The fact that Slutskaya is skating last worries me as that is the same position Lapinski was in. If she wings, there is just no justice in this world. My God…I need a life.

Still waiting to talk ot my prof about my thesis. This is just never going to happen at this rate. I NEED to get out of college!

On a REALLY good note, I got two calls from theatre to come to auditions One for Bogosian’s Suburbia and the other for a world premier musical Red Wedding about the student uprising at Tienneman Square. I know….but if they can make a musical about Bat Boy, why not this. Altho the artistic director said they would not be using Asians. This concerns me for reasons of historical accuracy and because he is inviting a Broadway director to direct it and is inviting Broadway producers to have it mounted in NY. You know if that happens they would HAVE to use Asian actors. It would be pointless not to. But still, it would be cool to be a part of theatre history like that. We’ll see. Coincidentally, these are the same people for which I dropped out of Evitra

On a REALLY painful note, I finally snapped my left leg muscle. See, most dancers have a certain range of flexibility and some just go as far as they can and their muscles just stick and we don’t feel pain. That is why some dance teachers will force their kids into positions in order to snap the muscles and have them reform for greater flexibility. Weeeeeeeeell…mine did that today in a stradle stretch. I HEARD the damn thing going. It was like my hip popping. My God, I have never been in so much pain. The bad thing is I had to keep stretching out for a good two hours or it would atrophy and lose ALL its flexibility. It feels a lot better now tho it is still a little sore. No pain no gain, at least I have greater flexibility in my left leg now. WOO HOO!

So I started working out again 2 days ago because I noticed a slight weight gain which caused me to freak out. Anyway, I am in PAIN. It has been about 6 months so getting back into it is rough, but I am LOVING the feeling of pain….it means something is working. Besides, I want to look good for Evita.

Still waiting to hear on comps…..and waiting….and waiting….and…well…you get the idea.

So I’ve been having the shakes all day. If I were a crack addict this would make sense. Maybe it was grading papers for six hours that did it. Well, I got a call the day after my Evita audition and was offered the role of Che. This has been a tough decision for me. On the one hand, I have done the part before in what was an OK production. On the other hand, I need the exposure and this promises to be a better production…I hope. While the theatre has offered to cover my gas expenses I feel like there is a reason why I shouldn;t do it, but more reasons why I should. I seem to be torn between progress and being faithful to my volunteer hours at the high school, which seems rather ridiculous since I want out of here. I keep telling myself that it is a short run and I probably won’t have as many rehearsals. I guess I will hold off on freaking out until I see the schedule and know how often I have to be there.

I have decided to set up an Amazon wish list for X’mas and birthdays because I am tired of people asking me what I want, or getting lame-ass gifts that I could do nothing with. There are only so many mugs filled with candy that one can have.

Ok, first of all, watched Buffy tonight…and whoa….Spike and Buffy have sex. YIKES!!!! This adds a new twist.

Well, Side Show ended on Sunday and it was really sad to see it go. I went back to the theatre on Monday to pick up the program I left behind and it hwas very sad to see the set demolished and the new show in rehearsal. I found that I miss the NY peeps more than I could imagine. This is the first show in a long time where I have felt the cast was like a family (give or take a bastard child). I really hope I see many of them again.

I went all the way to Sarasota (a long ass drive) to audition for a semi-equity production of Evita. Seems odd since it was a year ago I did the show. It is a rather long drive, but I need more exposure and more work if I really want to go full-time with this. I just need to get the hell out of dodge.

Brain….leaking….no thoughts left…..must….have….answers!!!!

So the deadly date of my comps are coming up…this Friday to be exact. I procrastinated in studying and have been making mad rushes to ingest as much info as possible, and it seems ot be working. The shitty part is that the department voted to do away with the exams starting next semester….whoop dee fucking doo for those of us taking it this semester. But I figured whatever doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger. And if nothing else, I’ll have a damn good handle on 7 literary areas.

Side Show is going great. Love the cast! Love the show! Love the experience! I want NY now! It is amazing how cheap apartments are now in light of recent events, not only that, but also the contacts I made with this show should give me a good start. I just want the hell out of here and away from the insanity in my environments.

Well this was short, not like anyone reads this blogs other than the prying eyes of my beloved family . . I am sure I will catch hell for that one.

Well, Side Show has finally opened. It was an ehxausting four week rehearsals and the show are shaping up to be the same. The fun part is finding new bruises, cuts and scratches when I come home. The latest, which happened at today’s matinee, is a VERY sore nose as a result of being whacked in the face, accidentally, by a thick bamboo stick. I love it when actors don’t pay attention on stage, that is, my fellow actors. I really like this cast, more so than any cast I have ever worked with, even tho it is frustrating sometimes feeling like I have to watch myself and what I say in front of the “professionals.” But I tell you what, I have never experience a love and commonality as I have with these people. Just make me even more resolute in the fact that I want and need to get to NY.

The quietness from the morons upstairs ended about four days ago and I finally broke and called the cops AGAIN tonight. He was not pleased when he came by and basically told me not to call again because people will make noise when they walk. I tried to explain that it was more than walking, but he just did not get it. Of course, how ironic that when he leaves, the noise stops.

So the frog debacle returned, except this time in the form of a cricket who would NOT shut up. I tried everything to silence the bugger and I think I managed to after four attempts ot sparying insecticides and cloroxing the soil. I told you I take my silence seriously

And on a final note…comps….yeah…in three weeks…studied? Nope. I….am…scared.