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So classes are finally finished. Exams are done. And here I sit, in my apartment, with nothing to do.

I need a job. Sitting around here like this for an extended period of time is a waste of my life--I'm past the point of being excited or interested in anything around the house. Tomorrow will be spent cleaning all of the shit I should have spent all quarter doing. The list includes: ( click for list )

If anyone reads this who is in Chicago and wants to hang out, let me know. I got nuthin' goin on.

Jon wants me to write about the Lawn Gnomes that live in his room. Frankly, there could be ANYTHING living in that room--including dead people.

PS. the thing with the girl I've been writing about: not going so hot. And i'm tired of this crap. But I imagine you already knew that.

PPS. Tony--if you'r reading this, are you gonna get me that info on NU/Mirror Rep?

Before I wrote this entry, I watched a segment on Conan O'Brien at the Macy's parade--and instead of eating turkey, he drank Wild Turkey. Why did I never think of that?

Anyway...

Things have been going swimmingly these last few days. A brief update, for those intrigued:

I am spending Thanksgiving in New Jersey with the jewish part of my family. Which, let me tell you, is always exciting. I am thoroughly convinced that there is, to this day, visual and experience evidence of why the Jews took forty years to get out of the desert. Seriously--they argue, yell, overwhelm each other, and generally love each other in a loud, obnoxious kind of way. God bless thanksgiving.

I am done with two of my finals as of right now: Acting and Devising Theatre. I have to put my Mime final up again (i know, i know. fucking Mime class, what kind of lame pussy have I become, right?), and I still need to figure out my makeup design final (Now I'm just pushing plain ol' homosexual). But, it means that my reading/finals weeks are going to be extraordinarily easy.

I hate to admit it, but I recently rejoined the world of Online roleplaying. That's right kids--I started playing City of Heroes again. Just shoot me now.

Recently, I've been seeing a girl for lunch and/or dinner. So far, so good. More updates as events warrant.

Also, I've recently started playing The Game, which I just lost.

It's currently snowing outside. About 26 degrees outside--feels like 12.
Inside my room, it's 62.5 degrees. Unacceptable. I've called the landlord, and he's got someone coming today or tomorrow (I know that heating guys are more popular than high school quarterbacks right now, but for fuck's sake, it sucks waking up to near-60 degree temperatures).

It's the kind of day that makes you happy for electric blankets, hot chocolate, and marshmellows. Of which, I have none. Stupid fucker, wanting to move away from home. It's my own damned fault, but still.

Admittedly, it's prettier outside with the snow. Also, it's comforting to know that when I come home tonight after a meeting at TI, I won't have to be bothered by anyone on my way home. No one wants to talk to anyone on the street when it's this cold--also, I imagine the muggings that have plagued campus these past months will stop with the cold--they usually do.

For any of you that can access facebook, I've uploaded more pictures of my trip to Paris this past spring. If you can't access facebook, then your loss, I'm tired of maintaining pictures on my website. Which reminds me--I'll be rewritting it soon into someting that's easier to maintain so that I don't have to keep looking at the same stupid shit over and over again.

Also, I've decided that drawing is theraputic. I'm going to start sketching again.

I'll let you know when I fold on this resolution, like the many others before it.

Today was not exactly a stellar day. Today I managed to, in no particular order:

1. Put up a greek scene
2. Figure out what I'm going to do for my Michael Rohd class
3. Watched Goodfellas, which I had yet to see in one entire sitting
4. Partially clean the kitchen
5. Finish transfering my music from my laptop to my desktop. I now have 6 gigs of music on the new desktop, which has a hard drive capable of holding 150 gigs. I think it's time for some more music.

Not exactly something for the books, but whatever.

I also have to remember that I have a tentative game of Scene It to play this weekend with Rosey against Eva and Meghan (interestingly, this was propositioned by Eva).

I've also discovered that, with high winds, my part of the house (the highest point in the house) shakes and rattles as the wind picks up. Joy. Combined with the awful things that have happened in this room (it used to belong to Hubris/Defrance), I might have to have an exorcism performed just to be able to sleep at night.

Somebody remind me to finish my draft of my ethics paper for the scholarship competition by Sunday, eh?

So here's what I've been able to gather about Saturday:

1. I did not drink any more than I mentioned in the previous post. This is good.
2. I discovered the recipe for a flaming doctor pepper. it is as follows:
a. 3/4 shot of Amaretto
b. 1/4 shot of Bacardi 151
c. Glass of beer
Take the shot, light it on fire, pour it into beer, chug.
3. Taking aspirin prior to bed will help alleviate the pain of a hangover the next morning (thanks Dad, but maybe it's not so good to mix Advil/Tylenol with alcohol?)
4. I now have tentative dinner plans with this girl (on the left in the picture). Giggity.
5. Tasting tequila in one's mouth hours after consumption makes one want to vomit more. Boo.

In other, non-alcohol related news, I managed not to fuck up my scene in Acting today (it's a Jason/Medea scene--the part I was literally born to play). Granted, my rather tenuous hold on the lines wasn't a good thing, but we never made it to the part I was having trouble remembering, so all is well.

Someone told me today that they want me to let them set me up on a date with their friend, some sophomore journalism student. Guess it couldn't be that bad.

Classes for next quarter (Only three, suckers):
1. Acting w/Bud, M-Th 9am
2. Modern Drama w/Coakley, M/W/F 10am
3. Renaissance Drama w/?, T/Th 11am-12:20pm

Even though I'm giving up my Friday morning desire to sleep more, I'm getting virtually every day free after 11am or 12:20pm, at the latest. NICE.

Also, Uber260/Quantum/Bourbon: I'm still waiting on any kind of proposal you guys can send me about NU/Mirror. Do you have anything for me?

So I can still taste tequila in my mouth.

That's probably a bad sign.

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So yeah. Good times.
I also direct you to fun times at the home of my good friend, the Bourbon Samurai (i post there under the nom de guerre "Hodgkin's"). He's located at http://bourbonsamurai.blogspot.com.

So I went to my last Northwestern football game today as a student--but more on that later.

As days go, today wasn't too awful. Woke up repeatedly last night because I was hacking up a lung (damned cough won't go away--must be the cold I fought last week), ended up skipping build for R&J today because I wasn't feeling up to it (read: too goddamned lazy). Spent the early part of the day flipping between "American Psycho," "Superman II," and "I Love the 80's 3-D."

(and I wonder why people ask me if I'm gay...)

I left for the football game around 3pm with Kodz and Wesslund, getting there about 2.5 hours before kickoff. We managed to get second row seats near the 20 yard line, and I got on the Jumbo-tron (the huge-ass screen at Ryan Field) no less than 4 times, twice as the guy clearly in the center. At the party I went to after the game, many people claimed that this is the reason Northwestern lost 33-17. I beg to differ, but I don't know shit about football beyond NU and the Skins, so it's possible. ;-) Also, I almost caught a flying hot dog, but sadly, twas not meant to be.

The reason I feel so bittersweet about this particular game is, as previously mentioned, it is my last home game as a student. I can't make next week's game because it coincides with a run of R&J, and although I would consider skipping the show for the game (not really, but humor me), my 'rents are coming in town for the show. Though football games at NU have usually been craptastic (fucking Randy Walker, I almost wish my family was a big name around here just so I'd have some pull to get him fired and replaced by someone with an ounce of sense), I've come to enjoy them as fun with friends--socializing while griping about the shitty team we have (and enjoying taunting the opposing team on our way home--we may have lost, but we're still a lot fucking smarter than they are. This point became crystalized tonight when a bunch of Michigan fans came up to us and were telling us how bad our team was. We responded by telling them that, since their team was so fucking good, why did they need a win against NU to ensure their season. Lamenting the end of the Michigan football dynasty, i told them that I was really sad when they lost to Notre Dame, and hoped that this win would boost their spirits. Muttering something about my mother, they left).

Going to that Halloween party tonight, I generally had a good time. Not much to report, save that Kodz and I have excellent timing--just after we left, the cops pulled up to bust it. Between the scantilly clad women and the people clearly having loud sex in the apartments around it, I imagine they're having a ball breaking it up.

So tomorrow holds another rehearsal for me, as well as more work. But I say this--I have a feeling it'll hold something fun for me. Here's to hoping. :)

I always knew Sulu was gay.

Here's proof, safe for work.