Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Got 3 papers and 3 projects to do before next Thursday. One assignment that isn't TOO bad is doing a movie with my class. I thought I'd share an amusing moment before I officially go on a blogging hiatus.

There was this scene in the hallway next to SAC computer lab in which I played a FBI agent clad in a nice suit and I was to brutally arrest a suspect that was resisting. He was on the floor, screaming and snarling with fake blood splattered all over his face. Then this weird looking fella about to walk by us had the OMG look on his face and his hand was on his chest, as if he was having a heart attack. He said he didn't see the camera at first and thought the whole thing was real.

Friday, April 15, 2005

When I was eating out with my family in PA (we were there for my great aunt's funeral), my aunt kiddingly asked me if I was gone to Rochester to see a woman. In the corner of my eye I saw my dad saying, "Maybe a boy."

I turned to him and said, "What?"


I looked at him funny. He's not the furtive type- he's pretty much in your face. But I had 2 hours of sleep during the last night in Rochy, joined a carpool whose driver strayed off I-15 and took 9 hours to get back to DC, arriving there at 3 am, then I had to drive to my parents' house in MD, conked out at 4, woke up at 7, drove 5 hours to Rochy, PA. In other words, I was too tired to give a shit.

Well, a couple of days later I was cleaning the backseat of my car and spotted an edition of "Washington Blade."

And everything clicked.

For those who've never lived in DC, Blade's a gay tabloid newspaper freely distributed all over the city. My dad and I used my car to drive to PA and he put some stuff in the backseat, thus making an incidental discovery inevitable.

Ironically, heterosexuality was what gotten it there in the first place. I was out with a girl one night. It was raining and a long way to my car so we went into some place. It didn't look it'd stop anytime soon so she blindly grabbed a copy out of a stack of Blade and used it to cover her head while we walked to my car.

Last night, I asked Dad if he indeed saw the copy. He smiled sheepishly and nodded, probably thinking, "Oh God, is this where he comes out of the closet?" I chuckled and told him what happened. He seemed to believe me.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Gally's PHA is advising that, to avoid miscommunication, you should always ask, "May I kiss you?" before landing a smooch. Eh. Kind of kills the mood a bit, I think. Body language says it all anyway.

What do you think?

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Can't get any better than a sunny 80-degree day.

We were watching Elektra last night and one of us punched in the air in a "yee-haw!" gesture. Big mistake. A startled Pibbs bit him. Well, it was more of a nip.

*DRUMROLL* Introducing my lovely hostess for this weekend in Rochy...oh never mind, she's more bashful than I thought :)

She's a nice girl, really. If I'm not seen on campus grounds by this Monday, alert the police immediately.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

One day I was leaving my house and found my housemate/cousin Mark and Jesse standing on the porch smoking. I was wearing a peacoat. All I needed was that white hat and I'd look like a Navy sailor. So I saluted to them and said I had to catch my ship.

I walked to my car then realized I forgot something in the house. So I ran back and upon seeing them again, I shed mock tears and told them I was ditching the Navy because I couldn't bear to leave them. I pounced on Mark and playfully bearhugged him. Then I felt a sharp pain in my knee, clearly caused by teeth. WTF? I jumped back and saw Mark's dog, Pibbs, growling at me. I forgot, no horseplaying around her. She's adorable but very high-strung.

If somebody A hit somebody B on the shoulder in jest, somebody A will get bitten. The extremity of her viligance was demonstrated when a housemate repeatedly hit himself and she barked at him ferociously. Trying to protect him from himself, cute. He stopped before she bit him.