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Lovers (yes, every one of you),
Woooooo! I breathe. Is this thing on?
Techincally it's been a month and a half since our last booty call. What can I say? I'm like an effing grown-up over here, doing all this The Man work and editing the world's greatest newspaper day in and out. Spring break happened a little while ago, and while I didn't get to go to New York like I'd planned (I'll explain), I did get to have Jessica over in Lemont for half the week. I must've done convinced her there was more to do in L-town than wait for church, because she seemed to have a pretty good time. She got to meet Elyse and Kaylin (for the second time!), Sarah, Corey, Rachel, and a few other standouts. Also, we made a fool of Woodfield Mall, buying about $600 worth of shit altogether. Here is a definitely-not-staged photo where I wear two of new purchases:
Are you getting a load of those new maroon Pumas and that icy Express track jacket? I'm so stunned that Jessica could a steal a picture of me in such an un-posed position. I guess it's true when they say the best art is spontaneous and on a pool table.
Bigger news: I put all my eggs in one fabulous basket recently by applying for an internship with The Advocate, the nation's biggest gay/lesbian magazine. Word: I interviewed over the phone with the editorial assistant there, and she asked me only two questions. Color me confused -- I'd spent the days prior meticulously and thoroughly tabbing and making notes on The Advocate's latest issue, and I wasn't even alotted the time to offer my brilliant insight. However, I will say, they didn't even give me enough time to prove myself unworthy. After everything I said, the ed assistant kept repeating, "Um, great! Excellent!" and the like. In other words, there's no reason I shouldn't nab this internship and get to spend my summer in California. I find out this week if it's a go -- and if doesn't work out, I can start with empty threats to everyone at The Advocate. Something about their favorite pets and a juicer.
As I mentioned earlier, Jessica's trip to Lemont saw her second meeting with the fabulous Elyse and Kaylin. You see, last month, Elyse and Kaylin drove up to Iowa to hang out for a night. It was absolutely the worst weather I've encountered at this school. Iciest streets of all time, harsh winds, etc. Strangely enough, before they arrived at Iowa, I actually met up with Elyse and Kaylin in Galesburg, where we would hang out with Andy for a night before trekking back to IC. How did I get to Galesburg from Iowa City without a car, you astutely ask? I called my favorite waif-in-waiting Brent, asked if he could pick me up, and he complied. He came with his friend (and mine too, dammit) Meg, picked me up, and I spent a day chilling in Galesburg before Elyse and Kaylin arrived. This meant sex. It was alright. Sort of worthless in the grand scheme of things, but nice enough.
And now for your favorite part of my Vaudeville act, I list everything I'm stressed about:
-RA program: pool party this Saturday.
-History of Theatre test next Monday. <3 all the plays I haven't read.
-Scene for directing class.
-Feature for Arts Reporting class.
That's all the big stuff. In perspective, it's manageable. Hell, I'm here writing this fucking entry, aren't I?
Huge news: last week I interviewed THE Paula Poundstone. That is right. One of my favorite effing comedians of all time. She was hilarious, considerate, articulate, neurotic, and honest. Exactly what you'd expect her to be. I'm running a huge article about her in The Daily Iowan next week for when she comes to town to perform. Also, I am seeing her live. Here is where I proclaim across cyberspace a giant "fuck you" to the Englert Theatre for not offering me a complimentary ticket ahead of time. Apparently they "ran out" of comp tickets. WTF? I ran out of love for you, Englert. A long-ass time ago. Yet I still let you attend my Pussycat Doll lip-synch show for free.
Did you even know how cute Jess and I are?
It's pretty clear we're attending the Oscars in this picture. Jessica's wearing her gown underneath that hoodie, and Clint Eastwood is actually seated to the right of that recliner. You'll notice the Kodak Theater looks a hell of a lot like Elyse's boyfriend's house.
I just browsed my computer and found my audition clips I made last year for the MTV show I'm From Rolling Stone. One, note the high quality of the video (props to Maggie Schmidt's digital camera-turned-cinematic gold mine). Two, note how not-desparate I sound. However, even in my time of need, I still pulled out the funny. Enjoy... if I can upload the other four parts, I will. You didn't even know it was a miniseries.
Or don't! The embedded thing doesn't work. Actually, watch as I throw you this bone: http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t310/CmonVogue/?action=view¤t=LOUIS-APP1.flv
The version I sent to MTV is actually much cleaner-looking than this reproduction. And of course my "Fuck me, Jann Wenner" tattoo is much more visible too.
That's it for now. Wish me luck with this Advocate thing... because if it doesn't work out, I may find myself in dire need of summer work. Don't even give me that "Chipain's" glare.
Big love to you guys, thanks for reading.
Xoxo,
Louis
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