you know my pick-pocket days are over

The days when I took whatever flyer or pamphlet came my way have now ended.

Last night, I was on the L with my husband Alex and my friend Matt. We were talking about typical gay things when a black man sitting behind us stood up and offered us his card. Of course, I can't say no to any free thing. It was for a church and the black man started to testify. We were silent and non-responsive.

"The Lord showed me the way on November 23 when I tried to kill myself. My wife had left me and took my son. I started drinking and doing the drugs and the lord showed me how I was doing the devils work. He also showed me how the devil killed the people that I loved. Especially my mother. Whew. You know he loves you and you and you."

"So...anyway...who was this guy that you had oral sex with for four hours Matt?"


One week

Tomorrow will mark one week since my roommate's boyfriend has NOT stepped foot in our room.


Let's just say when I got home from the NP concert last week, I finally put my foot down.

Unfortunately, I cannot tell all the details on this blog, for it would be in bad taste. But if you want to know the whole story, you can e-mail me.


reform now!

Whoever thought that quarter schedules was a good idea should be shot.
Having 3 midterms and 3 finals a year really sucks. Again, I'm having a ridiculously hard midterm in my Musicianship class. Ok, I know I complain about this class every time I have a test, but I swear to Allah, that these tests are ridiculously hard and ambiguous. And it's not like I can even try and study ahead of time because for 4-5 weeks it seems like we're studying one thing, and then the day before the test, he gives us a practice exam, and it may as well be a completely different chapter. Then the one day you have to study, you're forced to guess what's really important to study because the real exam isn't even remotely close to the practice one. AHHHH! The man is a genius, and because of a peculiar incident, I'm even convinced he's psychic or has super-natural powers. But my god, man. Can you give us a break? None of us are going to remember this stuff unless we're going to study Musicology. Yes, this is the top class, and I feel honored to be even in it, considering I never took AP Music Theory in high school, but this stuff literally makes me want to kill myself. Next year is supposed to be even harder. GROAN...

In other news, I want to be a Chimera (either mythological creature or crazy medical condition!)


a champ's breakfast

This morning, I carried a box of Cracklin' Oat Bran with me to school. Most people's response was, "Cracklin Oat Bran? Sweet."
To which I replied, "Hell Yeah."

No doubt about it. Cracklin' Oat Bran is the best stuff out there. Forget Wheaties, forget Lucky Charms. Cracklin Oat Bran is king!


Buzznet RAWKS!

Check out my Buzznet site for a documented trip to lousy Evanston to see a concert on a whim!


Watch me Watchmen

Watching the movie V for Vendetta rekindled my interest in comic books, so I decided to read The Watchmen. Fortunately, I found it at the library and didn't have to drop anymore money on the special edition that book stores only seem to be selling these days.
So, the past week or so, I've been toting around the bright yellow book, and the responses I got all in one day were astounding! Within the course of an hour, three men, (one gay, one black, and one very scrawny white boy), came up to me and said, "You're reading the Watchmen? That's awesome." We would then have other mini-conversations about other comic books we've read.
I finished the comic the other day, and I must say it's quite good, not my favorite though. But there's something very interesting about the graphic novels concept and how people respond to it. I'll try to explain without giving away the ending. There's one character whose goal is to unite the entire world, and in a way, those who have read the book are united. Even though this character is completely fictional, his achievements are almost carried on, in a way. Sorta. It made sense a minute ago. Oh well. Maybe some people know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I had forgotten how much I love to read. I'm excited about a book I have to read for English, Twighlight of the Ice. It's about Chicago and the men who used to ice down the freight cars in the stockyards. Very interesting.
This English class is going to be really cool. I'll write more on it later, but it's all about Chicago and we get to research any Chicago related topic we want. I'm going to research Little Italy/Taylor St. I can't wait!