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Back with an 808, 'cuz I'm bossy. Still. Ten months after the song came out.
Anyway, WORD. How are we on this fine (abysmal, dark, gray, depression-laden, suicide-like) Saturday? I had giant plans for today, like devising all my RA programs, buying my books, writing my papers, perfecting my Directing I scene, and saving a drowning child with leukemia just before curing AIDS. But alas, no. I watched Queer as Folk (still on the first season, what a fucking epic), played computer Scrabble (human opponents are so '06), and hit up Burge. And bitches, I woke up at 1 p.m. today. Daily Iowan and crying residents be damned.
But anyway, my new classes, let's analyze:
Advanced Arts & Culture Reporting- My teacher is a former Sun Times and Rolling Stone rock critic. Destiny, anyone?! He dug my first paper and called me "provocative". Just what I thought: I'm Madonna.
Directing I- A fun and pretty class, right? Oh wait, it's taught by the head of the theater department, Alan MacVey, who sat down and without saying hello, said, "This class is A LOT OF WORK." How motivating!
History of Women in Journalism- OMG. The return of Marina, my TA from freshman year. She's no longer blonde (by blonde I mean toxic yellow). The implied subtitle for the class: "How much time can we waste discussing Croatia's innocence and Serbia's bullshit." It's a two-and-a-half hour marathon class, too, so I plan to know everything about Eastern Europe by May. And maybe something about Barbara Walters too.
History of Theatre and Drama II- The return of Jessica Dart, my TA from sophomore year! Sass will get me an A+, yet again. Even if I have to outsass Ibsen to do it. Who's the main bitch in the Dollhouse now, Henrik?
My one concern about that last class: Jessica Dart is BFF with Adam, that grad actor from the play I worked backstage for. Okay, apparently I fucked up in not replying to his 5,000 needless text messages, because he blew up at me two nights ago when I ran into him after the UI's new musical, Into the Woods. And by blew up, I mean, after I said I had to go, spat, "Okay, I'll never talk to you again, so fuck yourself." Problem solved, I guess!
Last night Jessica, her friend Amanda, and I went to Studio. Of course Phil was there, so I knew it was my life. We ignored him, partied it up, and unfortunately, there wasn't much in the way of hot trash to dance with. Eventually I got up on this short, underarmor-and-fishnet-sleeves wearing bandit. Also, his smoking: from afar he looked like a Lemont refinery. And he's what I call a "showgirl" dancer. This means he doesn't dance with you, but instead has a little booty-up routine he performs every time, on you. And then he spends the whole time smirking and giving you Gross. But anyway, it was harmless, escapist fun, and Jess and Amanda were a blast. I was up till 5 a.m. for no reason, and that's how I like my Fridays. And there was Jimmy John's too, so the night was perfect.
I'm spearheading a project with Sarah to dig up the closeted gay community in Lemont. I did some research, found out that the Church of the Nazarene has classes for homosexuals who are sure they can "see the light." Furthermore, there was a TOTALLY SOUND argument on the same site that homosexuals are an abomination. It's all a part of the Illinois Family Institute's (I know, you're vomiting already) page. All I want to do is attend a meeting and say I can't stop pouncing on penis wherever I go. And act like I desperately want help only to come back week after week having done something worse.
"Louis, how did we do in resisting Satan's temptation?"
"Pretty well... for awhile. Everything was going smoothly. Church was going great. And then I fucked the choir."
Otherwise, things are humdrum. I'm so uninspired in creating RA programming -- I mean, what will my guys even do that's not right in their lounge? Speaking of Daum, I'm officially reassigned to the Honors community again next year, so I'm pretty psyched. Especially since Jessica's coming over too. And now maybe Lauren, since she's thinking about getting a single there. I think Sarah, Kimmie, Elyse, Rachel, Monica, Corey, and Alanis should all move to Daum too. It's more convenient for me. And I'm pinching myself that these are plans for my last year in college. It's like I'll start having a real life soon. I know, who would've guessed? Years of stardom, stand-up comedy, Oscar nominations, and living at home ahead of me. Glamour, bitches.
But before that, I need to apply for internships. Blehhh. In better news, I got a 4.0 last semester, and I'm on the university's President's List. I have one of the 250 highest GPAs at Iowa. It's such an honorable achievement, and I'd like to thank the zero people that will care in the working world. I did it for you, baby.
I guess I'm done for now. I hate to say I still miss Brent somewhat, but I do. We haven't talked in over a week, though I'm sure he doesn't mind. Then again, I guess we don't have much to talk about. And we'll always live forever from one another. However, Elyse and Kaylin are jaunting over to Iowa soon, and I cannot WAIT for them to see the beautiful IC vistas. Sun setting over the Pita Pit and everything.
This has been the laziest day ever. Love me.
Thanks for reading, as usual.
Queer as facebook, xoxo,
Louis
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