| QAF |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|02:16 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Madison | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  touched | ] |
I justed watched the series finale. It is really sort of interesting to look at the person I was when I first started watching the show. I remember sneaking away to Blockbuster and behind my mother's and everyone's back for that matter, i watched the show with fervent hunger. Longing to have what they had, living vicariously through the characters. Soon I found myself in Brooke's house watching it late at night with icecream in hand and pillows covering certain apendages of Matt and I. I remember going to the Borders at Birmingham with Brooke, Naomi, Matt, Alex, and Desmond and catching glances at the famed characters that I watched with such awe and inspiration. I remember being grossly annoyed and pissed off at the ridiculous price that they set for the DVDs and throwing slurs at showtime and yet throwing down the money none the less to own a piece of that community.
I remember being in college freshmen year and my recently out friend Jon was a virgin to QAF, so he along with myself, Angela, and Jake raced through the three seasons just in time for the fourth season to come out. In the throws of cuddling and shed tears we found community with each other and solice in the struggles that played out in front of us. Finally - i thought - someone had gotten it right. Far from the desexualized water down show of Will and Grace, QAF provided an outlet and a voice.
I know it seems ridiculous that I would devote an entire entry to a show, for who many, was just another show that gained popularity and decided to end, before it suffered from unbelievable story lines and overused jokes. However, I sat here, watching the final episode and thought of the impact it had on my life. Even from such simple things as general knowledge - I learned what a rim job was from QAF - to realistic and sometimes far-fetched displays of gay life. I look at the person that I was, a scared - but perhaps still fabulous beneath the shell - and now look at the person I am today. Five years. Five years has passed since I initially began to watch the show. That is a fourth of my lifetime and nearly the entirety of my gay life. I look at all that has changed and what I have gone through and realize that it flew by. Some things I regret, some things I wouldn't change but in the end things DID change. Whether for the better or the worse I cannot say but the fact remains that even with all the changes, certain consistencies have underlined those five years. I looked back at old entries and see how my views, attitudes, and even grammar have changed throughout that time. I didn't think five years ago in my family room of Farmington Hills that I would be here, be at this place in my life, and yet at the same time it comes without a shock.
What can I say . . . the beat goes on
~:*~ |
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| All Grown Up |
[May. 25th, 2006|10:44 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My room | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  enthralled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Unwritten | ] |
My Dad knows that I am gay
A staple of my life as long as I can remember has been that someone hasn't known. I have always hidden myself from at least one person - namely my father. That is no longer the case. I feel that a chapter of my life - of my coming out process - has ceremoniously come to a close at the same time of my 20th birthday. An interesting sort of dichotomy.
he seems really chill and cool with it and approached it with a "live and let live" attitude.
I am pretty excited. No one does not know any longer. It is an odd feeling.
I think I could get used to it.
~later~ |
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| Beaches |
[Apr. 12th, 2006|11:21 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Helen C. | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Shadowland from Lion King | ] |
Umm . . . beaches, chinese food, cookie dough, and Jimmy Johns pretty much rocked my socks off tonight. Definitely needed.
Sometimes I am so gay that I am amaze myself
;)
~later~ |
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| SB2k6 |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|10:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My roommate is watching Moulin Rouge | ] |
Umm Toronto was fucking awesome . . . more to follow . . . must pass the fuck out right now |
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| umm excuse me? |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|08:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Barry Manilow "Copacabana [dance remix]" | ] |
So I called my dad today just to shoot the breeze and to catch up on a few things and randomly while we were talking he brought up the Superbowl.
He mentioned that Vonna and him were watching it together and making buffalo wings and what not. Then did some stupid cutesy thing with her on the phone.
So what does this mean. Does this mean that he is hanging out with the women who actively for a year said wretched things about his children and family? Or is it worse? Have they gotten back together? Or perhaps the worse of all combos, has she moved back into the cabin?
It was a topic I didn't wish to discuss with my dad at the time because she was there. but I don't even know if I want to. I am not coming home for spring break and it looks like Ia m staying in Madison for the summer. So tentatively the next time I would truly go back to Michigan would be Thanksgiving or if not then, then Christmas. So the major problem of their relationship centered around me, then maybe my absence no longer served as a deterence for him. However, I will not go back to Michigan with that vile creature in the house.
Then I started thinking about obligation. As my father, should he obligated to look out for my best interest and see this woman as the devil incarnate and dump her? Or, because my father is in indiviaul and human, have obligation only to himself and his own happiness and I shouldn't expect anything from him?
I guess in that regard, if I should not expect him to stand up for me and dump a woman who has clearly shown distaste for his family, then he should not expect me to tolerate her and shouldn't expect me to come him and attempt to cultivate any relationship with her whatsoever. Who is right and who is wrong in these instances? clearly I am looking out for my own happiness and self interest by not going home so should I expect the same from him.
I don't know. It really pisses me off that he was so non-chalant about her being there. That he didn't even deem it necessary to tell me that they were hanging out or possibly dating again.
And once again my father disappoints me. . .
~later~ |
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| Stolen Moments . . . |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|11:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Old School Christina Aguilera | ] |
So I found out the other day that my crush told his roommate that he is basically going to end up with me and probably marry me . . .
However he qualified this statement by saying that we would never work out because we are both bottoms and are the antithesis to each other's ideal "taste" in guys. I am not quite sure how I am to feel with this statement. Should I be elated that my crush, the guy that I would be so happy to marry, wants to marry me as well because within me he has found a level of comfortability and friendship he hasn't found with any other guy. Or should I shed tears because I am not his "ideal" mate and I am afriad this will turn into some flashback to "My Best Friend's Wedding" and I will be Julia Roberts.
It is getting harder and harder to ignore my feelings for him. I find myself having to tear away everytime and refrain from acting upon my feelings. Yet, everytime he pulls me to him and I smell him, or laugh with him, or even sit in complete and utter silence loving being in his presence, it gets harder and harder. This also presents a problem in the fact that at this point I don't want any other guy. Other guys kind of pale in comparison and kind of suck.
ugh, I wish the mind operated whereby we could control our feelings for others. Why is it that I can easily turn off my feelings for others and forget about them so easily and then there a few of thus that you truly never get over.
ugh, but other than that life is really.
Awkward way to end the posting . . . |
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| Sex Out Loud |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|07:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AIDA | ] |
So Sex Out Loud a student organization on campus just hired me to be a program facilitator. Basically I get paid to go and give presenations about safe sex, sexual pleasure, and healthy relationships.
We had staff training today and spent an entire hour on anal eroticism. A whole hour. It is an atmosphere where I feel completely comfortable sharing the intimate details of my sex life free from judgement. I absolutely love it.
~later~ |
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| Domination |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|10:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stand Out - Goofy Movie | ] |
Brokeback Mountain dominated the Golden Globes and Felicity Hoffman won best actress for Transamerica.
It is remarkable to be in a room where people actually begin crying when these events occur.
It was a pretty awesome night.
Emily is being awkward again and it is even harder with her being in Minnesota and eventually Africa. Since coming back, busy doesn't even begin to describe what I have been. She calls me and does not understand that I do not have hours to spend on the phone with her. She called me seconds before the Golden Globes were to begin and tons of people were shouting in my ear and I think she took offense to my inability to hold a serious dialouge with her. I hope that this all works itself out before she leaves.
~night~ |
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| Back Now |
[Jan. 14th, 2006|03:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Zack Ephrom "Breaking Free" | ] |
So I got back into Madison yesterday afternoon and simply could not be soon enough.
Vonna moved out . . . awkward
Dad tried having a heart-to-heart with me even more awkward.
I did end up visiting Triangle on Thursday which was completely amazing. It is pretty cool that Jeff is viewed as this well-known figure in the LGBT community in a almost revered iconic like manner and I get to just sort of walse into his office and shoot the breeze with him for an hour or so. He is still interested about my life and what is going on with it. I still view interning with them for senior project was one of the smartest decisions of my life. Jeff wants me to work for this gay camp they are starting this summer. To be in such a position that the director of a state-wide organization wants me to work at this newly formed camp is pretty amazing. I hope I can do it. I know Nicole is getting married in August and there is no way in Hell that I can miss her wedding . . . I have do drag with Ryan at the wedding ; ).
It is wonderful being back in Madison. Had a sleepover last night and I am having another sleepover tonight. What a scandelous ho I am!
~Later~ |
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| Oh No . . . the Bitch Didn't |
[Jan. 12th, 2006|06:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wicked " No one Mournes the Wicked" | ] |
Well anyone who is not deaf, blind and stupid - and even among them there may be an exception - saw what was to come.
So once again Vonna blew up at me, or better yet, blew up at my dad because of me. My counsin Nicky, a mere six-year old, accidently knocked over a wooden salad bowl that resulted in a little chip of the salad breaking off from the apparatus. My counsin got scared, Nicky's parents slightly embarrased, and me enjoying the whole spectacle. Vonna threw a hissy fit and immediately left the dinner table to begin scrubbing some dish that just HAD to be cleaned at that exact moment. Dad is attempting to calm Vonna but she of course would not have it and blurted out to my dad to just THROW THE FUCKING SALAD BOWL AWAY, on multiple occasions.
So after my Aunt, Uncle, and Nicky left, Vonna immediately decided the onus was upon her shoulders to rip my six year old counsin a new one. I eavesdropped from the balcony - because that is what I do ;) - and she called him such names as spastic and told me dad that nicky was never welcome in her home ANYMORE! - Wow bitch take a fucking pill.
She then started in on me, because I am her favorite target. Apparently, as Vonna sees the world
(1) I am an underage alcoholic
(2) Unclean and Unkempt
(3) Poor conversationalist
(4) My sister and I are RUINED
Nice . . . after this point I, with dignity as befitting a classy queen, stomp down the stairs, give them both the evil eye, and march downstairs to the basement to call everybody I have ever met. My aunt said she would kill the bitch. Good to know my family is my own personal mob squad.
My dad told her to move out. Suddenly the day was new, the colors were so bright, and little Munchkins were singing a nice little melody.
Now she is back. Back for what? for good? I hope not. Back for the night? Unfortunate, but I could deal? Back until the next time she explodes? Hells fuck no. THere are so many things I wish to say to her. A small part of me wishes to completely destroy her and deface her as a human being. The other side of me understands the nature of karma and therefore I am reluctant to have such thoughts and feelings.
I guess we shall have to see. All I know is that I cannot take much more of this. |
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| Good Enough? |
[Dec. 26th, 2005|12:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AIDA " A Step too Far" | ] |
I am really starting to get annoyed when nothing seems quite that good enough. I called Emily tonight and we started talking as she was hanging out with Zack. Zack, because he is Zack, decided to call me while I was on the phone with Emily though only inches seperated them. I answer to say something pithy . . . or at least attempt to contrive something pithy to say . . . and emily gets all mad and flustered, hangs up on me, leaves Zack. I call her back and meet the ice wall she just erected and received a cold goodbye.
I am little tired that no matter what I do Emily seems to think I am just waiting for the next train to hop on board and leave her wallowing in the dust. Right . . . thats exactly what I do with all of my friends in fact . . . I use them, abuse them, and then eventually lose them when more lucrative prospects present themselves.
I am just getting a little sick and tired of it. When did the chains of marriage apparate for a friendship.
ugh
boo to this |
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| Dreams in Waking |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|07:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Watching "Must Love Dogs" | ] |
Ever have one of those dreams that is so vivid and mimics reality that you swear it to be true.
Or reflects what is in your heart so deeply that you prayed before you woke up and faced the cruel awakening dawn that it was in fact . . . true.
I had one of those dreams last night . . . always the same . . . and always with the same ending . . .
. . . with me waking up without you in my life
~later~ |
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| I'm done |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|12:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AIDA | ] |
I AM FINALLY DONE
this semester could not have ended sooner, and I am so ready to leave Madison and head to Austin to see my sis, mom, and aunt. I already plan on dragging them to see Brokeback Mountain tomorrow - since it is not playing anywhere in Madison.
It is sad to leave people, I nearly cried when I left Brad and I am sure to cry when I leave Emily. As time goes forward in college I find the bonds stronger than years of high school created. It is scary ot begin making life-altering plans with these people and for periods of time leave each other. Emily is leaving for Africa and will surely come back far different than when she left. Surely, I will be different as well. Will this difference instill distance or will we merely resume our witty facebook marriage.
I suddenly find myself growing and maturing and yet gravitating toward those that still exhibit the childhood idealism and playfulness that we tend to shed as we progress in years. I can one minute be discussing mutlticulturalism with Brad in the queer community and then the next wrestling him to the grade.
I am excited for next semester. Brad will be that one-in-a-million guy that I am privledge enough to be considered a best friend of. We are already planning on going to Toronto for Spring break, see Rent, have weekly sleep overs and baking sessions.
I am also hoping that the break from Emily will allow me to branch out and solidfy my friendships. I have been hanging out with Katie more recently than of past. I am glad that we survived Mike and that our friendship stayed in tact. I am glad that when we chill together, I still rememeber the awesome times we had in Bradley chilling in her room, doing laundry, or whatever we have planned for the night. I am sad to see her go to tripp, knowing that distance, however miniscule it might seem in the grand scope of things will still it that much harder to see her. But I am happy knowing that she is happy.
But for now the semester of Hell is over. A culmination of a lot of growing for me. Wiser now, by no means sagacious, but more aware of what I want out of life, love, and friendships.
So for now . . . I leave you all with RENT
It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Tho' The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends
Remember The Love
Remember The Love
Remember The Love
Measure In Love |
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| Review |
[Dec. 10th, 2005|07:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AIDA "Fortune Favors the Brave" | ] |
Some things that are going on . . .
I turned my life in on Friday and it feels so good to be done with it, regardless of how I do on it, I am really proud with the final outcome.
Brokeback Mountain, much to my dismay, did not come out in Madison on friday so I settled and went and saw Chronical of Narnia, which was a good movie. I decided that the White Witch is fucking fabulous and the Christian mythology that was lambasted at me throughout the movie I could have done without it. So to get over the pain I am seeing RENT for the 3rd time later tonight.
I leave for Austin in about 9 days which I am uber excited. We decided to not do gifts which I am actually excited about, I don;t have the time, enery, nor the money to arduously find the perfect gift. I decided I am getting three gifts for friends this holiday season - Emily, Brad, and then one for a white elephant celebration my friends are having.
Brad, Jes, Kim, and I decided to go to Toronto for Spring break, which is going to be awesome. It will just be nice to spend some quality time getting shit faced without school bearing down upon us.
I am working on Emily's anniversary present right now. some have questioned our sanity for investing so much time and evergy for each other, especially since i am gay and she is a lesbian. However, I feel, this life is about making connections and finding love, and if I find love with someone, I am not going to deny simply because they have a penis. We decided at 40 if we are not with anyone we are going to get married and have kids. The ability to establish a life and family with someone is a rariety in this worlf and not to be frowned upon by anyone.
Things are slowing done and I will be so excited when the semester is over. I need the break.
~later. Happy Holidays~ |
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| It took almost a year . . . but here it is |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|07:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mixture | ] |
And I'll be fine, you'll be fine
is this fine? I'm not fine
give me pieces, give me things to stay awake . . .
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing
Yesterday was hell
But today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again . . .
And when the memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
it falls away . . .
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you
TODAY I WILL BE FINE, TOMORROW I WILL BE FINE, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT THERE
BECAUSE . . .
There's Only Now
There's Only Here
Give In To Love
Or Live In Fear
No Other Path
No Other Way
No Day But Today
No Day But Today
No Day But Today
No Day But Today
Its over now
~later~ |
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| He Had it Coming . . . |
[Nov. 21st, 2005|10:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wicked - of course | ] |
The drag show on saturday went wonderfully. Pictures are on facebook right now and I have never looked so fabulously, people honestly didn't recognize me. It was amazing performing with Emily and Brad and I made such a dynamic duo
So sometimes it is hard, when all of your friends are telling you that you are going to end up together and that you would be perfect together and are planning our wedding, and I, myself, do not see it happening. I find it hard sometimes that in order for one to get close to someone, an element of pulling of away is necessary. Lord knows, I would not want my affection to be perceived as something that it is not, or something more than just, friendly affection.
so now paranoia and worry comes into play. Is my withdrawal, an attempt to save the relationship from random awkwardness that is probable to ensue, perceived as my dislike for the other person? Will defenses go up? Will feelings be hurt? Is it all in my head?
I keep telling myself that if it is meant to be, somehow, in some magical uncalculated way it will just happen, and therefore not to stress or worry. I keep telling myself that I am the luckiest person alive because this person considers me a close personal friend. However, how does that notion consold me in the middle of the night, when the mere scent of him stirs me? How does that comfort me, when he hugs me, I feel so close, and yet so distant at the same time.
More random stuff for me to work through I guess.
But for now RENT COMES OUT ON WEDNESDAY - I get to go home with Emily anf see Zack (maybe something will happen there) and of course see Harry Potter on IMAX
could life get better?
~later~ |
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| What? |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|11:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  giggly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wicked | ] |
so I am really confused at the moment
san francisco was freaking amazing. One of the best experiences of my life. So many facets of gay life and culture and the issues of many unrepresented minorities within our own community were addressed. I felt I learned and grew from the conference, which I know, seems a bit redundant seeing as how most conferences one attends are meant to be an enlightening experience. However, I felt challeneged, challeneged in a way that I haven't been in a while.
Then . . . shit hit the fan . . . globally. Long story short, our flight from chicago was delayed two hours and then cancelled, which sucked. But what sucked more was that it was at 11:30 at night and the four of us had to make a rather quick decision as to what to do. Do we refund our tickets, rent a car, and drive to Milwuakee and then picked up emily's car and drive to Madison? Do we refund our tixs, and wait on standby for an availible flight to milwuakee? or do we refund our tixs and take a guarenteed flight to Madison at 6:50 in the morning. We chose the latter. We called our director for his input and at first got his voicemail and then soon after we booked our Madison tickets he called me on my cell phone and began to lambaste me (and us) for our groos incompetance in handling the matter and basically told us that we should throw a hissy fit and raise hell and that we weren't doing enough. Then after his tyraid of how much we suck basically, he said,
"well why the hell did you call me, what do you want me to do about it?" - ok Eric, it is midnight, we don't know what to do, Brad has to turn in a paper at 10, and I have an exam at 4. We want to go home. That was all we cared about.
so it was kind of shitty.
Then . . . we slept on the floor of the chicago airport . . . we were exhausted . . . and defeated . . . and instead of giving us sympathy and the what not he was pissed off again at us for the way we handled the situation. Then yesterday afternoon, we were talking about one of the workshops we attended about "going beyond the bisexual label" and one of the terms to refer to a bisexual was "hetero-flexible" - which Ginnie hated. I said, in my usual manner, "I am homo-rigid, hehe" and Eric walked past me on his way out of the office and said "You know it is those that are rigid that end up alone their entire lives" - how do I even respond to such a comment. My director, meant to be mentor and advisor, basically dissed me and told me that I was going to be alone my entire life - nice for the self-esteem. Whether he meant it in that manner or not the fact of the matter is, I have been told repeatedly to watch my language in the office because we need to mindful of people. Now, he turns around and says something directly offensive to me, not to some unbeknownst category that may or may not be in the office at that moment.
so it just kind of sucked that all the momentum and excitement of the weekend and all the knowledge Brad, EMily, and I wished to share with the staff has been interrupted by this bullshit. I don't like working at the CC anymore, and if it weren't for the fact that I need a job and everyone and their mother is leaving I might as well.
Thats all I got for now, except I ACED MY PSYCH PAPER AND THE TEST - I might not fail this class after all.
~later~ |
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| Random |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|11:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Celine Dion "Love is on the Way" | ] |
So a lot of random things going on
I finally decided which song I am going to do for the Drag Show - The Divinyls "I Touch Myself" I feel I could very raunchy and yet incredibly classy at the same time. I am also excited to perform cell block tango and Brad gets to be my husband, that should be interesting.
Emily is going to Africa, which although I am really happy for her, upsets me greatly. See is someone that I have come to depend on and spend my time with and love so much that I can't imagine speding three days without her let alone an entire semester and subsequently a summer after that.
San Francisco in three days with the two aforementioned people. I am so excited, Triangle people will be there also, which will be nice to see some familiar faces as well as all of the new hot boys to meet. Lots of condoms and lube will be brought. I feel like it is going to be one huge bonding trip. It will draw Brad, Emily and I closer together which is going to be amazing. I feel really comfortable and loved around Brad, I don't know what that means and I have been spending the better part of 3 weeks trying to figure out. I never feel awkward, even though we are awkward at most times. I can be playful and flirtacious, and it is reciporcated, in a similar nature, never with disgust or "stop hitting on me". Like today I gave him a back massage and then we began throwing pens at each other and then I went to go sit on his lap to verbally and physically beat him and it was just . . . normal . . . neither one of us read anything into it. I feel these ramblings have no apparent purpose, and thus you have seen a glimpse into my head . . . scared yet.
I am intensely listening to Celine Dion for no other reason than it is Celine Dion.
I am planning on going see Rent with the Hets - should be good times.
Went and saw Last Five Years with Nathan and am now obsessed and need to buy it.
I get to see my mother, sis, and aunt in a little over a month which is UBER EXCITING and Dani told me see got the week of Christmas off which of course only means mad times in Austin.
good times
~later~ |
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| SAN FRAN |
[Nov. 3rd, 2005|04:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | RENT | ] |
I leave for San Francisco in one week . . .
begin happy dance
::does happy dance::
now I am satiated |
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| How does it happen? |
[Oct. 30th, 2005|06:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | RENT | ] |
MARK
There is no future -- there is no past
ROGER
Thank God this moment's not the last
MIMI AND ROGER
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret or life is yours to miss
ALL
No other road no other way
No day but today
(As the finale grows, the entire COMPANY makes its way on stage.)
WOMEN
I can't control
My destiny
I trust my soul
My only goal is just to be
MEN
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
From this nightmare?
Without you
The hand gropes
The ear hears
The pulse beats
Life goes on
But I'm gone
'Cause I die
Without you
I die without you
I die without you
I die without you
There's only now
There's only here
Give in to love
Or live in fear
No other path
No other way
No day but today
No day but today
No day but today
No day but today
No day but today
I dedicate this song to Brad. Oddly enough as I was sitting writing the previous entry, he stood up, and said "lets get out of here. lets go get coffee, on me, it'll be a date"
and we just talked, he didn't ask me what was wrong, although, he knew something was, and we just talked about our lives and each other, and it was nice. He is someone, without a doubt that I love, that thing song truly reflects the meaning of.
He helped, more than he will ever know.
~love~ |
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