The night after

Ever had one of those days when you had fun the night before and were still buzzing with it the next day? That's me, today. Actually, tonight. 24 hours after I get home from a night of Long Islands at the Union Station and I still feel slightly drunk. I mean, come on. I only drank 2 Smirnoff Ices tonight (at home) and that about tipped me over the edge. Guess my liver isn't too happy with me at the moment.

I think I mentioned previously that I had processed my film for my Art 400 class on Moanday. Well, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were all dedicated to producing contact sheets and various types of prints. They are f*ing AWESOME. I showed Jay, my masseur, what I had so far and he was impressed. According to him, I have an "eye" for the art. Makes me wonder why the hell I'm an English major. Oh, yeah, I remember. The curriculum for an art / photography major was insane. (but I never said that outloud!) Maybe, if I can get my scanner to do what it was designed to, I will post some pics for viewing.

I spent a lot of time today helping Angie (another photography student) get caught up. She was still working on processing her film and hadn't gotten around to making any contact sheets or prints. So, I helped her out until they closed the photo lab and kicked us out. I think there was a problem with the processing of her film because we couldn't get the contact sheets to come clean (er, not too light or dark). We made 3, but she is going to have to go to Colleen and have her take a look at them.

I've been spending the last few days reading the Chad Fox blog, trying to get an idea of what blogging is really like. I have to say, this guy is a BLAST to read. If you've ever wondered what gay life in San Francisco is like (or could be like, if you were THE Chad Fox) when you have ADD (the adult kind) and thing for photography and blogging, then this is the blog for you. I've been reading his post in order, from the earliest to the latest, and I think I am getting an idea what Chad is like. And his blog, too, for that matter.

Hmmm, guess it's time for another internet quiz:


You Are The Suave Gay Man


What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla


Well, my next post might be a tad boring, er, academic. I am going to talk about what a personal blog is like, and how it is a (sub) genre.

Ciao, ragazzi!

Dropped

OK, finally decided to drop a class. Now I only have 3 classes, none of which are on Tuesday / Thursday. I thought that I could do 20 hours, but... Oh, well. Something about this quarter feels different. Mebbe it's the party-boy in me coming back to life. Helene said I was nuts, but what does she know. She won't even go dancing with me. Weirdness. After all, she likes to hang out at gay clubs / bars.

Processed my first batch of black and white film today in my photography class. I didn't do too awful bad. The last few pics on each roll was ruined because the film kinked up. The rest look good, tho. Next time I'll know how to hold the film as I unspool it onto the reels. At least I wasn't the only one who made a mistake. Another guy did the same as I did, but only to one roll.

Saw Dean today. He is looking hot as ever. For those of you who want to know about Dean, you'll need to read my other blog: Bagelbuoy. You'll need to go to one of the first posts and read through the melodrama. Actually, that might be a good idea, as you will learn a lot about me.

Anyway, where was I... Oh, yeah, time for another quiz. I found this one a while ago, but I don't think it accurately represents me. But, then, that could just be who you ask.

Take the quiz:
"Your Bedtime Body Language (PICS)(Guys Only)"



Face Down
Studs who sleep on their stomachs have passion and energy. Your a hands on guy who tends to be punctual and successful. One caveat: Your propensity to hog the bed space with your sprawling position suggests you might be a tad controlling.

That's all for now, ragazzi. I must be off to bed and pretend to get to sleep before 3 am. Mebbe if I found a decent club to go dancing at on a Moanday night I could wear myself out faster. Then again, I only got 4 hours of sleep last night...

Allora, sono stancho. Ciao, tutti!

Recovery mode

Yes, I know, I shouldn't be out hitting the clubs all night, but what can I say? I LOVE TO DANCE!!! Well, I wasn't out all night, either. I hit the Union Station and played pool for a few hours with this cute neo-goth. Then he left and, since I couldn't get anyone to play with me (pool, you perverts!) I headed out for Axis. It was a little early, but I was bored and Howie (one of my favorite bartenders) was working hard and couldn't chat.

When I got to Axis, there wasn't anyone there. So I had another drink and hung around on the wall, watching the drag queens getting ready for their show. When the drink was done I hit the dance floor. It was just me and a little, black drag queen in training. Did I care? NO! Eventually more and more people arrived and joined us and I got lost in a crowd of gyrating, hot, sweaty people. I think I danced 3 hours straight, except for one bathroom break. Y'know, there was actually a line for the men's room. Knew I shoulda gone to the ladies... :)

So, I didn't get home until 3 and got to sleep sometime after 4. Then I get up at 10! WTF! Now I have to fight sleep off so that I can get all my homework done.

I was crawling through blogs this morning and found a link to one of those cool quizzes that tell you something about yourself. Very accurate, for me:


You are savvy, sassy and always on the go!
Even if it means borrowing someone else's
car without asking! Sometimes you say
the wrong thing at the wrong time, but
that's why we all love you!

Which Golden Girl Are You?

Hmmm, I think I remember holding a knife and laughing maniacally. Once or twice, anyway.

Well, tutti, I must be off. Chaucer ain't gonna read himself.

A domani!

In the beginning

The first day of classes at OSU for the fall quarter is here! YEAH!

Well, sorta yeah. One thing I hate about the first day is trying to remember where I am supposed to be. Sometimes, just writing down the class location is just not enough. I don't know how many times I get lost in the building just trying to find the class. However, I think I have been here long enough to figure out building layouts.

So, my very first class is on blogging. HEHEHE. Been there done that. Well, sorta. My other blog (http://bagelbuoy.blogspot.com) is spotty at best, but I'm going to do my best to keep both of them up to date this quarter. Actually, both may contain similar posts, so reading one will probably keep you up to date on the other. However, bagelbuoy is my gay boy site, telling everyong about my search for the perfect boyfriend. So, if you're squeamish about homosexuality, best to stay away from that one.

So far, so good. If all goes well, this will be my last quarter at OSU as an undergrad. YEAH! I am so sick of school right now. Having three weeks off to just rest and relax wasn't enough. I should've taken the summer off, but what can ya do? I wanted to graduate this quarter so that I could submit my apps for grad school.

(and time passes)

OK, so now it is the next day and late at night. I made it to all my first days of classes. So far so good. I'm seriously considering dropping one class, tho. I'm taking 20 hours this quarter and, while I should be able to do it, there is no guarantee of that. Decisions, decisions. Well, I know the class I won't be dropping. I just spent over 200 USD on supplies for my photography class. Dropping that course, at this point in time, would be an exercise in utter stupidity!

Well, it's late and I'm tired.

Buona notte, tutti!