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Friday, January 31, 2003
(Random movie quote- "Squeak, squeaker, squeakums... You owe me a nut." - Emperor's New Groove)
I was initiated into the Scene last night. Good and bad. Good, cause I've never been to a "dj rap battle" before, and it felt 8mile-ish. (Not that I got to see that movie, but I will. Oh I will.) I wasted this week, but I felt I needed a break anyway. Hip hop was flowing and I was impressed by the asian rap group (dialectxcrew, i think?) I didn't think I would be, but there you go about assumptions. Unfortunately, I saw some sad "rappers." The headliner was sleepy, although he seemed to have brought his extended family along. There was a group called Freaks, or Freak Show (microphones weren't optimal) and they had this weird guy in a porcelain mask and one Mickey Mouse hand. I was confused and frightened. The girl who started out the night, Jessica (hard ass name! and she was wearing pink!) was terrible, but in the way, you couldn't laugh at. I just stood there, unable to respond to her rapping. But still, a fun night overall. Jean was there with a bunch of A Phi O people. I know Joo is in that at UCLA, but I never hear about them doing actual community service. It sounds like more of a get together, have fun, and meet guys/girls to date kind of co-ed frat. Actually, all co-ed frats are like that, aren't they?
I missed one day of work, and I come back to a mountain of duties. And the receptionist is apparently pissed that I go online to check my email. Okay, so I write my blogs too, but hey, if I have free time, I do what I want. She wrote me a scathing email, that went straight to my gut. Lucky for me, she's gone today and Monday. Oof.
Friends was cute, but I missed Will and Grace cause Mat and I couldn't figure out the damn VCR. And I'll never get to see it in SuperSize format. *sigh* Life is hard. And it's a trilogy episode. I'll be LOST. Boo hoo.
Graceness thinks we start filming today. Urg. She's right that we should start soon, but I'm not ready for my closeups. I don't even know if I'm the skank or the prude. (Oversimplifications, I know.) And I have to work on my play, although my playwriting class has been more than complimentary so I assume it'll be fine. Not even Robbie is ruining this play for me.
Okay, so this is the story I meant to write about and forgot cause I was thinking about last night's fun. I've been babbling in between to remember this one. I gotta say it's a freaking small world, especially in the case of San Diego's gay community. I ran into "sexy" Justin, as Linda calls him, yesterday. He told me about his new boyfriend, Sean. Hmm, same Sean that Anthony has been crushing on since they cuddled a few weeks ago? Why, yes! Anthony, my poor baby, will have to find a new boy to lust over. Maybe he should focus on his actual boyfriend now... Anyway, Justin and Sean's story is adorable and sounds like a potential laster. Justin's little notebook was the detail that had me smiling during class, leading people to think I was winking at them. Damn, that class is never going to shake its lesbian view of me. Sliding off-track, my point was that I'm so glad that there are cutesy stories of couples out there, cause it gives the rest of us hope and something to aspire to. And I heard from Jean the story of her and Huck's getting together, which was equally cute, but more of a funny quality than the Hallmark movie of the week thing that Justin had. Aww...
Speaking of cutesy, I finally got to see Eric braceless and if I seemed not to respond, it's only because I realized he is adorable regardless and the braces had nothing to do with that.
Hey, who should we be voting for in the next presidential election? Is Joe Lieberman our best hope?? Put another way, how do we avoid the war with a candidate who doesn't have money at stake in the oil conglomerates?
1:04 PM
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