chofest 2005

fa-bu-lous! all of gay seattle congregated at the paramount for two shows of margaret's assassin tour to kick off pride weekend. she was hilarious, and it was so worth the fawking $45 we all shelled out for it. it was funnier than revolution, and just about as good as notorious c.h.o. and i'm the one i want. i hope she comes back soon, cuz i really can't get enuf of her. please, margaret! come back and take my money!!!

wet hot summer

i like water. i like boys. i like wet boys. this photo was taken by sølve sundsbø for the latest edition of vman. i like this picture.

i've been busy doing nothing lately. well, it felt like nothing, but when you put it all together it's definitely something. spring quarter ended and i did quite well. i'd like to say it isn't because i didn't skip one class, but cuz i'm super, but there just might be a correlation between how many classes i don't attend and how low my grades get.

the film festival also ended, and after seeing so many movies over the course of three weeks, it felt a little empty when i wasn't looking forward to seeing a movie the next day. i also saw revenge of the sith (a while ago) and batman begins (last week) and they were both pretty fun. look forward to a whole lot of movie reviewing in the coming days.

i'm currently in the process of moving out of the apartment, since i'm not going to be in seattle for the next three months. yes, that's rite, for nearly the entire season of summer, i'll be in taipei, schooling and hopefully relaxing... well, as relaxing as it can get in the oppressive heat and humidity of a tropical summer. i wish i could write one of those oh-my-god-i'm-living-in-another-country blogs, but three months isn't really all THAT long, and i don't anticipate very much culture shock. that being said, i'm sure i'll still make stupid observations about how different things are, just for the sake of making them. my friend is having somewhat of a similar experience in kunming, china, so check out his oh-my-god-i'm-living-in-another-country blog at bitsculptor. i am leaving saturday nite.

a very long stop-and-chat

so last week i went to some class reunion activities (but not the reunion itself, since i was busy meeting ben mckenzie). i didn't originally intend to go, but i found out that another one of my friends was going to be there, so i thot to myself, "why not?"

it was nice seeing some of the people, and others i really couldn't have cared less about. it was very overwhelming at first, because i felt like if i didn't say "hi, how are you, what have you been up to?" to someone that i was somehow neglecting them, and then they would feel offended and start rumors about me. and then i remembered that they weren't the bitchy queens i usually have to deal with, and that i didn't really give a shit if they felt offended. so after i came to that realization, it was better.

everyone was essentially the same as i remembered them to be, and so it was not as fun or exciting as i had hoped. after a while, it just got tiresome, because really how much did i have to talk about with these people? every fucking conversation was about what everyone had been up to, and after repeating myself for the 10th time, i started switching it up, but even that wasn't entertaining. also, once we were past that point, i had nothing else to say. i wasn't going to see any of these people (god willing) for another five years, so what was the purpose?

i also realized that while i didn't feel like any of them had changed much, i think i have to a certain extent, and it was harder for me to relate to them. i sorta wanted to go away with the caterers (one of them was pretty hot), and chat it up with them rather than the privileged lot they were serving. for the first time, i felt bad being served by other people in the privacy of some rich girl's house. "wait, i'm one of you!" was what i wanted to say. that being said, at the same time, it was all very oc, and i felt almost like i was at one of the cohens' parties.

i'm glad i went and talked to and saw the people i saw, but i would die if i had to do this any more often than every five years. okay, who am i kidding, i love (almost) free food and alcohol, and if i have to suffer thru laborious conversation for it, that's a relatively small price to pay. when's the next get-together?

hot celebrity sex dream

oh my god, guess who appeared in my sex dream last nite?

i kno! isn't that totally weird? it wasn't until i was taking a shower today after i woke up that i actually remembered that i had had a sex dream. but once i had triggered the memory, a smile came to my face. these sorts of dreams come way not often enuf and, tho it might be sad to report, the memory of the dream made me happy. it's disappointing, but i think this is the first time an actual celebrity has appeared in one of these kinds of dreams. usually they're very hot, but not famous, hot, hot, hot men. i haven't had a sex dream in such a long time. it's a good thing that the wrong number that woke me up this morning happened after the events of the dream were over.

i hadn't seen him in anything for a while, and i haven't watched his show since early last year. it was very random, but it was really hot all the same, and i can still vaguely feel him all over the dream version of me. how sad is it that the dream me is getting more action than the real me? i guess that actually makes sense tho. well, whatever. one day it might come true. but i'd have to get past his hot wife.

i'm really just a little fangirl

oh my god, guess who i met tonite!?!