Time for a break

From school that is.

I am so excited that I get to leave this town and this school for Thanksgiving break. Sometimes, people just need to get away from friends, roommates, frats, and most importantly, school. I am kind of bummed about not being able to go to Chicago with my mom's side of the family for Thanksgiving (I've never been to Chicago, unless you count a lay over in the airport). But it will be different and relaxing to stay at home where my dad lives. I blame my car, it died last week and all attempts to resuscitate have failed.

I'm done with tests and assignments until after I get back. I'm probably going to spend this break relaxing even though I will have to do some work studying for the GRE. I hate standardized tests.

Most importantly, is that when I get back from break, there are only three more weeks of classes. Then we're on winter break. My brother will be coming home for the holidays then too, which I absolutely cannot wait for.

Have a good Thanksgiving everyone.

Classes suck, especially this one

Biochemistry is destroying me physically and emotionally.

That is all.

Drinking and Driving

Last night I had an "Old Hollywood" themed dance (where I tried to emulate James Dean) for my fraternity as well as a PRISM dance to go to. The venue for the frat party didn't allow alcohol and like any normal red blooded American, I wanted to be drunk before I tried dancing in front of other people.

I like to run on schedules and if something happens to impede that, I get a little cranky. That being said, I wanted to get to the Old Hollywood dance early and be there for an hour and half and then get to the PRISM dance for the drag show at midnight.

My date was two and half hours late. She slept through her alarm and her phone calls apparently.

So, by the time she called to tell me she wasn't standing me up, I was already drunk. I snuck out of my house before my roommates and their dates could figure things out and drove over to her house to get her and then get to the parties. I was able to do everything I had planned, but not in the amount of time that I wanted to.

I drove drunk, which I am guilty of doing every once and awhile, and it's a bad thing.

I ended up getting so drunk last night that I could no longer see faces. My date left sometime during the PRISM dance with my car to pick up one of her friends and I never saw her again and if wasn't for Scott and Amy, I would have had no way to get home last night. Thank goodness for friends who don't ditch their friends.

So, basically there's no real point to this post other than I wanted to type something. I'm completely hung over right now and I have a ton of things to do today to prepare for this week of classes.

Growing up sucks.

Predator

Recently I was at a gay bar in a city near the town where I go to college and as soon as I got there I went straight up to the bar. Before I could get a bartender's attention I was pounced on by a much older man.

I turn around and there he is: inches from me. I'm definitely one of those people who has my own bubble. I wasn't even drunk yet and this man was really in my space.

He offered to buy me a drink, and before I fully considered what saying "sure" would mean, I went along with getting free alcohol. Little did I know that this man would take that as to mean he would be my shadow for the rest of the night.

He would never stop talking to me, even when I thought I was giving polite signals that I wasn't interested. Eventually, I even found a guy more my age that I thought was attractive. I started talking to him and the older man got in between us to continue harassing me.

Basically, I was trapped with this older guy all because I let him buy me a drink.

Moral is: don't let someone buy you a drink unless you are interested in actually getting to know them better instead of for the free alcohol.

What the...

So, something I've always wondered is why do gay guys stereotype themselves? I've often been asked if I was gay or straight (while at a gay club) or told that if I was seen walking down the street I wouldn't be pegged as being gay. Secretly, I love that.

But why is it that when a guy comes out of the closet he feels that he has just gained a get out of jail free card to being flamboyant and girly? What's the appeal in that?

I hate to shop. I hate dressing flashy. I don't eat salads for every meal. I don't pluck my eyebrows. I don't wear makeup. I keep my body hair, I do trim yes, but I keep it. I don't want to be a girl. I don't try to be a girl.

But yet I still like dudes.

Personally, every time I see a flamboyantly gay guy I was always ask "why?". Is the fact that you're gay the only interesting part of you? I sincerely hope not.

What the...