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It's 5AM and I find myself wide awake. So, I reach down beside me, I open my Mac, anxiously I sign onto iChat, finding the one and only, Benjamin Rauhala online. I know Ben through my dear friend Christina. She introduced us because she thought I didn't have enough gay friends, but you know what, I don't want gay friends. But Ben is a great friend, and I wish I got to see more of him. So Ben came into the city last summer and we had a little photo shoot in the North End. This photo is of me baptising him... I am a religion.

... Sonya's online as well. Hi Sonya!

What am I doing still awake at this hour? Well, my mind is just racing, and I have that nervous feeling in my chest. You know, it comes in waves, and makes you feel kinda hot? Anyway, I'm just thinking of a lot stuff that has happened in the last week or so, and what may happen in the future. Like I said before, I'm going to Italy on Saturday, so I'm anxious about that. Then there's moving next year: will we find an apartment? Will Patty still want to live with me? Will I afford it? Then my mind goes to the romantic/horny side...nuf said. And to top it all off, I'm sleeping in my younger brother's room, on a twin size bed! This is the recipe for insomnia.

Oh! So I went to dinner tonight with Mom and brother, and the topic of sex came up, and was of course brought up by Mom. Now, most of you probably cringe at the thought of discussing sex with your parents, but for some reason, talking about it with Karen is just so amusing. Mostly because she gets a kick out of all the terminology, which I generally leave up to my brother. Par example, my brother spouted out the term blumpkin. I had no idea what it meant. Apparently, a blumpkin, is the act of jerking a guy off while he poops. Great, thanks Matt. Anyway, my mom started cracking up. Then they both proceeded to make fun of me for not knowing a Soulja Boy song. Whatever, I got a little drunk off a glass of cabernet and a coffee with Bailey's and Frangelico, sooooooooo... jokes on them.

Ben just described me as a pomegranate. Stating that I am sweet like most fruits, but I have many rare and uncommon traits. And I mix well with energy drinks.

I think I'll try to sleep now.

So long...

Ain't Gonna Get Grey Over It

So this is Stella. Stella is my step-father's mother, and she came to live with us 7 or 8 years ago. Stella is 85 years old. I have seen pictures of her when she was younger, and amazingly, she has always looked old. I think she may have been born old, and that's why she's managed to live so long. Anyway, I'm back home, and it was just Stella and I in the house today, so we went out into the sunroom and chatted. She can't remember much, but what she can remember she tells you at least 5 times in a row. She told me about how she welded ships in the Boston shipyard during the World War... the second one, and how she and her younger sister Georgia are the only 2 surviving siblings from her family, and how she, Stella, is the oldest and Georgia is the youngest. I heard these tales about 5 times. It was as if her mind was set to repeat, or maybe she felt that if she didn't hear herself tell these stories about her life, maybe they'd be erased from her memory. Now, 4 years ago, when I was still living here, this would've driven me insane, but now, I just sat and listened to her recall the past. It was nice actually. I mean, eventually I cut her off, and went to do laundry, but she still has things to talk about, even if they may be the same 5 stories over and over and over and over... and over. She drives my mother up a wall. Don't ever move in with your in-laws. AAAHHAHAHAHA, she just knocked on my door to tell me she's going for a walk. That's another thing! She walks when it's nice out, and she frigon moves, like she practically jogs.

It's also nice being home because I get to see my grandparents. I grew up living next door to them, so they were a huge part of my childhood, and lately I find myself talking about them a lot. We call them Nana and Papa... my whole family. So if Patty and I move to Central Square with all the youngins, we're gonna be, Nana and Papa. If that happens, I want a recliner. And I want Patty to make dinner for me each night. And like my grandparents, we won't have sex.

One bad thing about being home...pollen! My nostrils are engorged with something, and I can't breathe. Whatever, I'm going to Italy on Saturday! ! !

so-yeah...

The Adventures of Patwicia and Nickowis

So I am trying to live with Patwicia Mahgwet Bawett, formally known as Patty Barrett, next year. We finally looked at apartments the other day, really liked one, and it was taken that same day, by someone else, who was probably less appreciative of its charm. Just goes to show how cut-throat searching for an apartment can be. Also, since I last looked at apartments, $1600.00 doesn't really get you a lot of options these days. Our realtor only had 2 units to show that were in our price range.

That realtor, however, was rather attractive! Blond, blue-eyed, angular, HARVARD boy. I would say, not really my type, but I don't really have a type yet... I don't think. Patty was such a goon! We walk into the office, and there was Adam The Realtor, and he walks to the back of the office to get keys, I look at Patty, and she has this MASSIVE grin on her widdle face. It was cute, but embarrassing. So I hit her. Hard. In the face.

Anyway, he was attractive, very articulate, I mean hello! HARVARD! You can't be anything but. I think he thought I was at Suffolk for law, because he started talking to me with law jargon and I didn't get it, but I went along with it cuz he was pretty (read pretty with a high pitched squeal). So after we parted ways with my future sugar daddy, I needed a plan on how to ask him out. My plan backfired, and I probably would have chickened out anyway. Plus he was too ambiguous for me to ask him out with extreme confidence. In the end, the apartment we liked was taken, and I didn't get the nerve to ask him out. So it was lose-lose. BUT, it was yet another fun and pleasant adventure for Nick and Patty.

Take Care!

Really?

Is it just me, or is imitating the Nazi march in public just never comical? As I strolled down Hanover Street on this warm, beautiful, May day, I passed by a group of young wipper snappers, all with haircuts similar to this:


As I passed, one decided to extend his right arm and march in a Nazi fashion. Now, I'm not Jewish, nor do I have any ties to the Holocaust, however, I just find that gesture to be unseemly, especially when made in jest on a very public street. Not that condone doing it seriously in public, or at all for that matter.


In other news, I was approved for my travel visa this morning for my trip to Italy! I was wildly nervous because:
A. The study abroad woman didn't like to answer all of my questions
B. I didn't really have all of the proper documentation
C. The 2 students ahead of me were both rejected

Of course when the Italian visa man saw that I was applying for just a 2 week stay, he chuckled a bit, and then was lenient with my mistakes. So, I was approved, I pick up the visa Friday morning! I leave on the 17th, and I cannot be more excited. Patty and I were looking at travel books the other day at Borders, and she mentioned this in her blog, but it bares repeating: I saw in one book that the legal age of consent is 16, and that made me laugh and I made an inappropriate joke about nailin' 16 year old I-talian.

I also don't know anything about where we're staying, or what shuttle I'm taking to the campus in Florence when I arrive in Rome, so basically my plan is to get to the Rome airport and just shout SUFFOLK SUFFOLK SUFFOLK SUFFOLK really really loudly until finally someone says, "yes, ok, come with me."

Oh, and I apologized for picking on my dad this afternoon.

Ciao!

Le Divorce

So my parents are divorced. The demise of their marriage occurred about 13 years ago, so in one year they will have been divorced as long as they were married, which was 14 years. Maybe I'll throw them some kind of anniversary party... or not. Anyway, it's all over and done with and they have both moved on... or so I thought.

Every few years a phone call is made, obscenities are screamed, and a court date is set. Why? To discuss child support. My brother and I are older now, 18 and 21, so child-support may sound to you, like a an odd concept. HOWEVER, now that I live in my own apartment, and NOT in my mother's house, it was arranged that the child-support my dad pays, would go directly to me in order to pay for most of my rent. Sweet deal, right? Well, it has it's ups and downs.

For one thing, I usually can't have a conversation with my dad without him referencing the fact that a large portion of his paycheck goes to me. It was funny for a while, but after a year it made me uncomfortable. So I confronted him about it, and put an end to the awkward joke.

Most recently, my dad came into the city to visit me. He brought me a new pair of snazzy Armani glasses, and took me to dinner. In return, I took him to a show at Improv Asylum, which he LOVED ! We had the great fortune of pleasant, warm, spring weather, so we took a walk around the water-front. As we walked, my dad asked me, "So did your mother call you?" To which I responded, "UM...yeah, wasn't gonna bring that up, but ok". Yada yada yada, we need a new arrangement.

Aside from the divorce hodge podge that goes on between my parents, I love them unconditionally. I am beyond fortunate to have them in my life. They do nothing but support my brother and I, and want nothing but the best for us. At one point during the show at Improv Asylum, I turned to look at my dad, and his eyes were sort of teary. During intermission we went outside, and he said how he can absolutely see me doing what they do some day, and how proud he is of me. Then I got teary eyed, but like 2 "men" the teariness went undiscussed. Not that my dad is a macho man, he's maybe the biggest sack of emotions I know. Mr. Sensitive. My mom visits a lot more often than my dad, and I've had great moments with her too, but they happened too long ago to blog about! So yeah... my parents are great.

I hope you have the fortune of at least moderately tolerable parents, and if you don't, maybe try to see some good in them, or at least look at their many faults and use that as a way to format your personality and life. Just be aware, no matter how hard you try, you WILL, in some fashion, no matter how subtle, end up... like your folks!

Oh, and I saw boobs at Suffolk's production of Hair.

From Point A to Plan B

The all powerful and creative minds in Seriously Bent are currently preparing for their series of final shows for the 07-08 season. These shows will be in a 2-act revue format. What the F does that mean??? Well I'll tell you. It's a show in 2 acts, which means there will be a 1st act, an intermission, and then a 2nd act. The show will also feature written sketches as well as improvised monologues, scenes, and hodge podge.

For the first time, our show will have a theme strung throughtout the performance. The show is based on embarassing, comedic, mortification. When I was asked, today, what our theme was, Nick Wilson decided to answer for me because he loves to say big words.

The process to create a show like this is very intense. Normally, we don't have to worry abour lighting and stage direction, but certain sketches and structures are ELABORATE ! I'm personally very excited for this show since one of my sketches is a front runner for being cast.

Here's a little schedule for the shows:

DATES: Friday, April 18 (6* & 8 PM)
Saturday, April 19 (6 & 8 PM)
TENTATIVE: Friday, April 25 (MIDNIGHT at Improv Asylum)
The 6PM show FRIDAY night will NOT include our sketches. It will
strictly be an improvised show.

LOCATION: Studio Theatre; 4th Floor Donahue
This is a very small space so be sure to either reserve your
ticket early, OR get there early ! ! !

COST: FREEEEEEEEEE

This will be one of the best shows we have EVER done, so if you love Seriously Bent, or you've never seen us before, THIS is the show to see.

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Wow!  So yeah, it has been a while since I posted.  I guess I need new episodes of Sex and the City to come On Demand to give me some motivation.  Or perhaps I just need to do more things worth talking about online.  Oh wait, I HAVE!  So, I am about to wrap up my Junior year Spring Break, and it began with quite a bang.  I went to New York City with my dear friend Patty, who of course NEVER writes about me in her blog, no matter how adorable and interesting I am.  So here, is how that adventure went:

Luckeist Star Bus:

We travelled down together on a Lucky Star bus, and boy, did I feel like the luckiest star in the sky.  We carried on witty and amusing banter.  Stopped for lunch, I wanted to cross the street to McDonald's however the driver would not allow it.  I don't know if that's legal, but I just shrugged my nose, and proceeded into the Burger King.  I hate eating on buses.  There's no tray table, you have to eat on your lap, and where do you put your drink?? ON THE FLOOR! That's where!  So with a tummy full of processed, deep fried chicken, and a strawberry milkshake, we then proceeded to bust out some sketches.  

Arrival in New York City:

Now I hadn't been to the city since high school, and of course when with a large immature group, you're herded around, and don't really need to worry about how to get where.  Of course, this was different.  Luckily, I had Patty, who eventually got her bearings, and got us from downtown, to midtown.  We checked into the hotel that Patty's dad paid for, and then met up with my old friend Glenn.  See Glenn:

Glenn's great.  We're bffs... gross.  Sorry.  No, but really, we grew up together, and have remained close friends.  Hopefully, someday, he will be my Max Weinberg on my late night talk show.  He plays piano though, so I guess he'd be more of a Paul Schaffer.  Regardless, he's talented, and a goofball, and we have great chemistry and banter, so he's perfect.  Maybe I'd let him hire his douche-twat brother to play sax.

Ok, so that's Glenn.  More with him later.  

We met up with Glenn, and then we headed over to Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre, where we saw a show called ASSCAT.  We were wildly lucky, because that night's cast of players included Amy Poehler, Rachel Dratch, Seth Meyers (who had great jeans on, really nice ass), and Jack MacBrayer (30 Rock).  Do I get star-struck??... You bet your ASS I do!  I was so giddy, it was really exciting.  After the show we went to Glenn's favorite watering hole, The Corner Bistro, with his buddy from The New School and The Brubeck Institute. We proceeded to get moderately intoxicated, and Patty and I just talked about ourselves pretty much the whole time.  Oh!  Patty also decided to text Jeremy and tell him how I felt like he didn't really like me, and that I never make him laugh.  And when we sent him simultaneous text messages, I discovered that she told him that.  Who does that?!  So then he sort of mocked me and my insecurities.  

Blah blah blah, this is a long post.  I hope you stopped reading by now, and if you haven't you probably really really want to.  So I'll stop here, and continue the saga of Spring Break in a later blog.  

And I PROMISE to post more often!... because I know SO many people are reading this...

so-yeah...