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Yeah Shania, I do. And my leopard suit is even more ferocious than yours.
Hey thurr, one and all. Again I've become an asshole and decided to update oh... three years after my last update. Well, more like a week, but with all my neuroses and autism and bullshit, a week = fucking forever. And did I seriously just open this entry with "Hey thurr"? Thing is, no lie, I love "thurr"... I don't even know why. It probably has something to do with me actually being Chingy... you never know.
Biggest news of all is that Rachel is coming over tomorrow, risking her life by taking a Greyhound. Naturally her ride here will probably last 6 hours (which is not an exaggeration), but once she arrives, I'm pretty sure a five-day party is in store, minus my Cult Hist test on Thursday and scene preparation for Acting I. The week is pretty packed with goodies, actually... on Friday, Rachel and I are performing at No Shame, hopefully giving No Shame some much-needed CPR. On Saturday, Rachel and I and basically all of my dorm are going to Studio 13 to boogie down. I've never been to a gay club before, we better rock the shit out of it. Of course Alyssa will be hanging with us too... maybe some Pagliai's is in store as well. The possibilities are endless, and I've decided that for the next five days, my bank account is too. Feigned ignorance = hardcore bliss. That's about the most retarded thing I've ever said.
I don't feel too focused as I sit here and write this... first of all, I plan on studying for Cult Hist tonight, cramming dates into my head like I'm preparing for a life-or-death Trivial Pursuit tourney. So since I plan on doing that, this entry probably won't be too long or stellar or candy-filled. Anyway, let's review the sexy weekend... on Friday, I went to Quizno's to visit Alyssa... I went with Christian, Molly, Bart, and Sara. Apparently Adam, my favorite eternally pissy member of the Writer's Community, has built up some totally-rational grudge against Alyssa, and when we cordially asked him if he wanted to go, he's like, "(Scoff) I'm NOT going to Quizno's!" Shit, but it wouldn't be a party without you! He's so pissy towards Alyssa probably because she doesn't put up with his nonsense. I love guys who have crushes on girls because they like the feeling of being able to have a girl cater to them or put up with their juvenile behavior... and then the minute the girl decides she's a fucking human being and not the maid, the guy decides to be an ass. I'm just glad there's so much maturity around. It's reassuring. Anyway, we went to Quizno's, had our little sandwich romp, and then we went to the Bistro, this quaint little place in the Ped Mall where they served gelatto. I didn't buy any, but Bart didn't want his, so I ended up scoring bigtime. I like how I end up getting food for myself the same way Aladdin does. I christen myself "STREET RAT". While at the Bistro, I ran into fucking Alicia Skow, my homie from first semester. I chilled with her and her parents for awhile, and now she's coming to No Shame on Friday to see my skit with Rachel. About time I got back in touch with her... no one makes fun of thunderthighs better than Alicia. <3. Upon returning to the dorms, we all huddled in Alyssa Otterness' room and watched Mulholland Drive, which was just... artsy, trippy, kaleidoscopic, but stylish and entertaining as well. I sat next to the other Alyssa (aka the one I'm good friends with) and during the movie, people laughed a comment someone made, and apparently Colin, who was under the assumption that there's a "correct" way to watch movies (at least while you're in the same room with him), and he blurted out, "SHHHH, you guys are all STUPID!" Alright, I like Colin. Don't get me wrong. But what the fuck kind of entitled attitude about yourself does it take for you to impulsively blurt something like that out? It was as if he was thinking it all along. I'm fucking sorry, Richard Roeper, that I wasn't copiously writing notes down about editing techniques and shit. Surely I was shameful for even thinking I could mutter a word or two to my friends during the film. I should've known. I just should've. It's things like this that remind me how much I don't deserve to eat.
Saturday, Alyssa and I decided to be bold in our pursuit of better grades on the next Cult Hist test, so we fucking went to Starbucks and read the textbook for FOUR hours. I cannot believe we sat in those chairs and read for that long. It's enough to make me want to switch to Caribou Coffee (what the hell even is that place? And where are the caribou?). Alyssa had friends from Dubuque coming in, so we met up with them too. After they departed, later that night, Alyssa and I went out for salsa dancing only to find that the salsa band was playing and no one was boogeying. We got our money back and simply decided to walk into the little communities outside the downtown area of Iowa City, all the way to where Alyssa will be living next year. It really surprised me how refreshing it was to feel like I was in... Iowa City but not by any school building. Like, I enjoy dorm life, but it always makes me restless realizing I'm ALWAYS on school premeses no matter what. Alyssa's house (that she's sharing with nine other people... and I know em all, it should be a blast, I plan on spending nights there) was surrounded only by other big old houses. Such a breath of fresh air to see places that aren't university-affiliated. Alyssa and I discussed our transitions from elementary school to middle school to high school to college... and I have to say, I'm generally always up for discussing my friends at home. In addition, I'm thinking Corey Krengiel and Alyssa Varner need to date. Who knows, right? We came home at like 10:30, and I watched Scream for a little while in Molly Jessup's room for her birthday. The amount of daiquiri and rum was a little creepy. And I had half a cup of that shit (just the daiquiri), and I guess I was just not born for alcohol, because 1) the taste of alcohol mentally brings me right back to church, and 2) I don't think alcohol tastes very good. Go fig. Perhaps I am figuring out ways to rationalize my stigma towards alcohol using scattershot reasoning. Whatever. I think I look good.
Hmmm, what else... I made up with Phil officially. Ran into him on Saturday at Burge... he approached me and said "Hey," and then I said back, "Hey stupid ho." He was caught-off guard by the comment, which reminded me how easily offended Phil was. Then he laughed, and talked to me for a minute. Actually, it was great to stop this stupid grudge we've been building up... that shit is reserved for people like Pissy Adam. Let's face it, I've done my best to justify my bitterness towards him. I spent a lot of journal time doing it. I was mad at him; I was madder that he wasn't doing anything about it. He is, after all, my neighbor next year. Hahahaha. Man.
CDZinc is now up and running again, and the fine folks there gave me an Easter present by upgrading the sound quality of all their tracks. This means a lot of things... first of all, it means 90 orgasms for me, and two, it means I'm more excited than ever to listen to badass music without downloading it or paying anything. The current faves:
-"That Don't Impress Me Much" (yes, we're going into Week 2 of Shania Revival)
-"I'm Really Hot" and "4 My People" by Missy Elliott
-"Naughty Girl" by Beyonce
-"Sisters of Avalon" by Cyndi Lauper
-"Top of the World" by the Dixie Chicks (the music only gets more masculine from here!... I'm totally lying...)
-"Butterfly" by Kylie Minogue
-"Where My Girls At" by 702
-"Whenever, Wherever" and "Eyes Like Yours" by Shakira
-"Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon.
There, a male voice. Also, I've heard all of Aimee Mann's new cd... I'm not that impressed by the lyrics, but the music is listenable if not unadventurous or intriguing. And with that, I guess I gotta go... time to study, time to pretend I'm at college for a fucking reason. The charade is fun while I'm working it up. Catch ya later, expect a real entry the next time I update, aka not me telling you about four things that have happened to me and sometimes saying "And I'm bored too." How about that? You like? Woot.
Love you guys so much, love that you can read all this... I'm doing my best to give you everything in unfettered and sassalicious fashion. Seriously (surriously), this journal is my fucking favorite thing, and I hope you guys enjoy being a part of it as much as I do. This week will be great, and I even still have a shitload of bagels from home that Gloria provided me. So nice. Pardon the lack of eventful things in this entry... I love you guys, thank you for listening, I'm appreciating, appreciating, appreciating. Big hug, yo.
Decked out in my spring gear, wishin' y'all were here, xoxo,
Louis.
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