If I were at USC...
I'd be a better film maker. I could do blends and fades. Background music. I could have voice overs. I could even do a little montage thing with sad music. But I'm not at USC for film, I'm at UCLA where my knowledge will actually be applied to some use and my education will mean something in the real world. Alright, enough jokes!
OK. So anyway. Like last year the end of another era evoked tears. Again, I got to basically be the last person on the floor. I went to sleep in a room covered in clutter with the intention of cleaning up in the morning before my parents showed up in an effort to finish packing. Like last year I slept through my alarm and woke up to hear my parents were on their way. Shit, I'm screwed.
Last year I had Christina. She and I cried together. It was nice, it was sweet. We had an awesome closing the night before. It meant a lot to me. That morning I got to wake up all alone in a room. Knowing that I was going to be homeless for nearly a week. With New York around the corner and no apartment and plenty of things to do in the city, I was going to be couch surfing. I successfully managed to not sleep at home the ENTIRE weekend. But that's not all quite yet.
If I had any film making skills I envision a slow fade onto the room. I see happy times with Danny and I laughing, being oblivious to each other. I see drinking parties. I see more drinking parties. Lots of alcohol. God I just had more memories I forgot were this year. I remember reuniting with Mikey and Stace uniting with SOMEONE. Hmmm, that evoked a journal somewhere back I think. I remember that I’m fighting with that person now over the STUPIDEST thing. But still standing on a principle. That person becoming a close friend and confidant over recent only to show true colors.
I remember Philip, oh god Philip. I remember so much from that room. So many scenes play out in my head thinking about 709 I can't even fathom. So as the montage plays and one memory fades to another, pictures of people who have experienced it flash as well. All the while Beth Chapman’s song Say Goodnight is playing in the background. Yeah, you know the one they play at the end of EVERY TV series. Say Goodnight not Goodbye. Never have words been so true. The scene would close with the door to 709 closing one last time for me. It’s been said that for every door that closes another one opens a new chapter in someone’s life. I didn’t have time to title the next chapter because Barry’s was coming up and god forbid I’m late to that.
After I ushered my father off with the last load, I met up with princemikeand went to Barry's for my last Saturday class for a month. So sad. But SOOOOO funny watching him try to keep up. It was cute. He did well for his first time. He's excited to go back and is motivated to become one of the better boot campers at UCLA. Hmm, the more homos I can get to be quoted in that article the more likely it’ll be printed. WooHoo. Oh did that indicate I care about 10percent at this point? Oy forget it!
Well after bootcamp I went to Brunch with Mikey and the gang and I met this boy named Andy. Andy is VERY cute. Dumb as a box of rocks. So cute though still. Poor thing. We went for coffee later than day at the Abbey where I consumed in front of countless fags, a decadently calorie laden piece of chocolate cake. I enjoyed that and ran into my new would be boyfriend there. I could really get used to that. But I don't know what to do. I have other options where I feel I could grow as well, I'm kinda caught up. So with all that is Andy, soooo cute but so stupid.
Anyway, we met up at the Abbey again that night. I parked at my usual parking spot at Pavillions despite David telling me to park elsewhere for free. I was just not in the mood to drive the extra three blocks in traffic so I parked at pavillions, what were they going to do to me. Famous last words.
We walked right in. Yes, walked right in. I love being in good with the boss. There was a line to Melrose and we walked right in. Boy were there some bitter queens that night. The rest of the night is sorta blurry but still great until Andy and I were at a table. I was groping as that's all the use I really saw in him at the moment....he didn't see that in me. He just STOPS this conversation amidst my friends and the people we just met and says, "Look, you're really hot but I want friends right now and I'm sick of being a piece of meat, I see more in you than a big cock to fuck me, k?"
Taken aback the night continues. The joint closes and I get to see the closing rituals from behind the gates. David tells me to meet him at home, we both have early mornings at the parade. Well I would have beaten him home IF MY CAR HADN'T been towed! Yeah, so that sucked. What sucked worse was when I ran back he had left too! Luckily the bouncer that lived with him was still around to take me home. I got berated for being an idiot and parking in the wrong spot and then the morning came.
The parade was fun and nice. But very cloudy and shitty weather. And I was wearing my outfit from the previous night because my change of clothes was in my car. Immediately after the parade I got taken for $200 cash to bail my car out. Bastards.
In a hissy fit I ditched the rest of the parade and returned home for Father's day. What fucking morons plan PRIDE on FATHERS DAY. FAGS HAVE FATHERS TOO! Anyway, put in my time there, got ready for the Goddard party. Insanity starting at 3. People were TRASHED by the time I got there around 6. Great party though, glad I went this year.
The past few days have just been me handling business. Getting life back in order. Still not in order. Packed in half an hour throwing everything I thought I could POSSIBLY use into one of my two suit cases or my carry on. I still intend on buying more.
I did find an apartment. I'm really excited. It's a perfect square room with space for whatever I needed to bring and CLOSET SPACE. PRAISE THE GODDESS there is closet space! Reasonably priced, mommy expects me to pay more of it than I was ready to but I guess this just means less spending for me. Ugh. More working out it would seem ;) Oh yeah, and my roommate is cute too. Anything else I need to worry about? ....oh yeah
Back to my love life. What love life? I have possibilities everywhere. I like them all. I want it to work with all of them. I don't know what to do. I don't know IF I should do. It's not like a happiness thing I need to investigate, I'm truly happy with all of them. Ugh. Decisions. Hopefully a month outside of West Hollywood will fix my life.
What is going to happen this summer? What should I expect? After all, a new chapter in my life is starting. Until then, I guess this is goodbye to LA for a bit. Well, goodnight not goodbye.
OK. So anyway. Like last year the end of another era evoked tears. Again, I got to basically be the last person on the floor. I went to sleep in a room covered in clutter with the intention of cleaning up in the morning before my parents showed up in an effort to finish packing. Like last year I slept through my alarm and woke up to hear my parents were on their way. Shit, I'm screwed.
Last year I had Christina. She and I cried together. It was nice, it was sweet. We had an awesome closing the night before. It meant a lot to me. That morning I got to wake up all alone in a room. Knowing that I was going to be homeless for nearly a week. With New York around the corner and no apartment and plenty of things to do in the city, I was going to be couch surfing. I successfully managed to not sleep at home the ENTIRE weekend. But that's not all quite yet.
If I had any film making skills I envision a slow fade onto the room. I see happy times with Danny and I laughing, being oblivious to each other. I see drinking parties. I see more drinking parties. Lots of alcohol. God I just had more memories I forgot were this year. I remember reuniting with Mikey and Stace uniting with SOMEONE. Hmmm, that evoked a journal somewhere back I think. I remember that I’m fighting with that person now over the STUPIDEST thing. But still standing on a principle. That person becoming a close friend and confidant over recent only to show true colors.
I remember Philip, oh god Philip. I remember so much from that room. So many scenes play out in my head thinking about 709 I can't even fathom. So as the montage plays and one memory fades to another, pictures of people who have experienced it flash as well. All the while Beth Chapman’s song Say Goodnight is playing in the background. Yeah, you know the one they play at the end of EVERY TV series. Say Goodnight not Goodbye. Never have words been so true. The scene would close with the door to 709 closing one last time for me. It’s been said that for every door that closes another one opens a new chapter in someone’s life. I didn’t have time to title the next chapter because Barry’s was coming up and god forbid I’m late to that.
After I ushered my father off with the last load, I met up with princemikeand went to Barry's for my last Saturday class for a month. So sad. But SOOOOO funny watching him try to keep up. It was cute. He did well for his first time. He's excited to go back and is motivated to become one of the better boot campers at UCLA. Hmm, the more homos I can get to be quoted in that article the more likely it’ll be printed. WooHoo. Oh did that indicate I care about 10percent at this point? Oy forget it!
Well after bootcamp I went to Brunch with Mikey and the gang and I met this boy named Andy. Andy is VERY cute. Dumb as a box of rocks. So cute though still. Poor thing. We went for coffee later than day at the Abbey where I consumed in front of countless fags, a decadently calorie laden piece of chocolate cake. I enjoyed that and ran into my new would be boyfriend there. I could really get used to that. But I don't know what to do. I have other options where I feel I could grow as well, I'm kinda caught up. So with all that is Andy, soooo cute but so stupid.
Anyway, we met up at the Abbey again that night. I parked at my usual parking spot at Pavillions despite David telling me to park elsewhere for free. I was just not in the mood to drive the extra three blocks in traffic so I parked at pavillions, what were they going to do to me. Famous last words.
We walked right in. Yes, walked right in. I love being in good with the boss. There was a line to Melrose and we walked right in. Boy were there some bitter queens that night. The rest of the night is sorta blurry but still great until Andy and I were at a table. I was groping as that's all the use I really saw in him at the moment....he didn't see that in me. He just STOPS this conversation amidst my friends and the people we just met and says, "Look, you're really hot but I want friends right now and I'm sick of being a piece of meat, I see more in you than a big cock to fuck me, k?"
Taken aback the night continues. The joint closes and I get to see the closing rituals from behind the gates. David tells me to meet him at home, we both have early mornings at the parade. Well I would have beaten him home IF MY CAR HADN'T been towed! Yeah, so that sucked. What sucked worse was when I ran back he had left too! Luckily the bouncer that lived with him was still around to take me home. I got berated for being an idiot and parking in the wrong spot and then the morning came.
The parade was fun and nice. But very cloudy and shitty weather. And I was wearing my outfit from the previous night because my change of clothes was in my car. Immediately after the parade I got taken for $200 cash to bail my car out. Bastards.
In a hissy fit I ditched the rest of the parade and returned home for Father's day. What fucking morons plan PRIDE on FATHERS DAY. FAGS HAVE FATHERS TOO! Anyway, put in my time there, got ready for the Goddard party. Insanity starting at 3. People were TRASHED by the time I got there around 6. Great party though, glad I went this year.
The past few days have just been me handling business. Getting life back in order. Still not in order. Packed in half an hour throwing everything I thought I could POSSIBLY use into one of my two suit cases or my carry on. I still intend on buying more.
I did find an apartment. I'm really excited. It's a perfect square room with space for whatever I needed to bring and CLOSET SPACE. PRAISE THE GODDESS there is closet space! Reasonably priced, mommy expects me to pay more of it than I was ready to but I guess this just means less spending for me. Ugh. More working out it would seem ;) Oh yeah, and my roommate is cute too. Anything else I need to worry about? ....oh yeah
Back to my love life. What love life? I have possibilities everywhere. I like them all. I want it to work with all of them. I don't know what to do. I don't know IF I should do. It's not like a happiness thing I need to investigate, I'm truly happy with all of them. Ugh. Decisions. Hopefully a month outside of West Hollywood will fix my life.
What is going to happen this summer? What should I expect? After all, a new chapter in my life is starting. Until then, I guess this is goodbye to LA for a bit. Well, goodnight not goodbye.