|8-inch-long, turkwas fingernails
||[Jan. 24th, 2003|01:29 am]
~* Dan *~
|||||Escape! - The Hours Soundtrack - Philip Glass||]|
Wednesday morning I was up again at eight to try and finish the reading I had to to do for school. I decided to leave early and go to campus to do the reading. I arrived an hour before my first class, so I read, and did some studying for the Linguistics quiz that I had. Somewhere between W.E.B. Du Bois and studying about prescriptive grammar I came to the decision that after Linguistics I would go home. Not a very smart decision on my part, but once I had the thought in my head there was no hope of banishing it. Linguistics came, the quiz seemed to go over well, and I took the bus back to my car. On the way home I stopped at Taco Bell and got some food. Came home, did some tidying up. When my mom got home from work we took my car to the body shop to get the small repairs it needed to the front end. I said my goodbyes and we came back home. Hopefully it's ready by Friday evening at some point. I miss her immensely. I was in the mood for some cheap laughs, so I put in "Drop Dead Gorgeous." Fifteen minutes into the film I fell asleep. I really need to consider going to bed earlier. Everytime I lay down to watch a movie I find myself drifting off to sleep. This can't be a good thing. "American Idol" was on again tonight. The auditions weren't nearly as good as they were on Tuesday night, but they still provided some decent thrills. After "American Idol" I got online and finalized plans for Wall Street Wednesday with gayto_fabulous. Cassandra and Missy, two girls that we work with, had decided to come along with us. They were meeting Michael at his place and then all coming to get me.
Once we arrived at Wall Street, we immediately hit the dance floor to show all the wallflowers how it be done. Jack was there. Big surprise. He kept finding ways to dance around me, near me, etc. I think there was something going through his head along the lines of, "Let's try and make Dan jealous" or something of the sort. I was laughing hysterically at his tech-vest. Ben showed up and we continued the BET madness that we had begun the previous week. Michael's ex-boyfriend showed up and played the game of "I'm going to hang all over Michael and be a drunk" for a few minutes. That was fun. For me, at least. Michael said that some boy touched his hair, caressed his hair, actually, and said that he was "just saying 'hi.'" People like that scare me. My neck hurts a lot today because I was flinging my head around a lot, for some reason. At one point I actually took off my glasses for easier head-swingage. I need contacts so I don't need to worry myself with such problems. I came back home, chatted it up with a drunk borednclueless for a bit, then headed to bed.
I woke up today and went to work. Nothing too exciting happened. We had a group crossword puzzle thing going for awhile. But then the clues just got really hard and we gave up. I did finish the Seek-And-Find all by myself, though. I was very proud of that accomplishment. Michael is amazing at the Jumble. I would point at the mixed-up letters and he would immediately come up with the answer. I wanted to punch him in the face and steal his brain, but then I thought that I wouldn't have Michael around to make me laugh anymore. So I nixed that idea. Later on in the day the manager-on-duty informed us that Nell Carter had been found dead in her home. I cried. I will always remember Nell for her wondeful diabetes commercials, and her wonderful show "Gimme A Break." It warms my heart, though, to know that Nell is up there at the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet in the sky. Amen to you sister-friend.
When I got home from work scottiboi messaged me and wanted to do something with the evening. I told him to come over and we would decide on something. He got here, we decided to go see "About Schmidt," and that's really all there is to that. We had some time to kill before the movie started so we went to Barnes & Noble. I got the soundtrack to "The Hours" which is stunning. I love the music in the film, and the soundtrack is beautifully put together. Scott got a Caramel Frappuchino and we were ready to go. I really liked "About Schmidt." It was really sad, though. You see Kathy Bates entirely nude. Jack Nicholson's performance is.. heartbreaking, to say the least. I can't really describe the movie and what it meant to me. It did make me think a lot about myself, and happiness, and all that junk while I was watching it. So that automatically makes it a good moviegoing experience, in my eyes. I don't think I can take many more sad movies this month, though. "The Hours" and "About Schmidt" in one week have almost put me on suicide watch. Thank God "Darkness Falls" comes out tomorrow to relive me from all this heavy thinking I have to do while moviewatching.
I have to work a double tomorrow and then I think I'm hanging out with this kid that I've been talking to for some time now. We talked way back when.. last year, to be exact. And he finally moved up to Columbus from Springfield. He says I'm really cute, and all that. And he's not too bad on the eyes, either. I just hope something works outta this? Possibly? There's a chance I could get my car back tomorrow, as well. That would just make tomorrow a wonderful day, wouldn't it?
I also found out today that Margaret Cho is coming back to Mershon Auditiorium on April 27th. I desperately want to see her when she comes to town this time. Tickets go on sale six days before my birthday. If anyone out there loves me, they will take me to see Margaret Cho on April 27th. I'm also willing to settle for sexual favors in return for tickets to the show. Decent seats. No. Excellent seats.