How the cookie crumbles…

So school started back…Initially I was excited to actually be taking an entire semester of nothing but my major/minor classes with the exception of one. However I quickly found out that level 300 classes aren’t like level 100 classes and I’m starting to wonder if I’ve committed acedemic suicide. The good news is that it’s still too early in the semester to be making those kinds of assumptions, so there’s still hope.

Wednesday night I had my first experience at a gay bar. Frankie was going to “gayoke” to “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” and begged everyone at work to come out and see him perfom. My dad and step mom almost shit thier pants when they found out that I was at a gay bar! I thought that I could get away with casually mentioning it to Lori on my way out the door that morning but apparently it didn’t work because I had a disturbed father voice mail waiting for me when I got off of work. It wasn’t good, but it’s not like he can forbid me to go or anything… Anyways, 3 drag queens and two cross-dressing lesbians later Frankie got on stage (by that time all 25 of us from work were completely tanked) and danced his little heart out. Of course we all lost our voices screaming and the red leather whip that he brought out mid-act didn’t help matters any. I had a really good time but it was just a little much for me. I might go back someday, but not anytime soon. Besides, the drag queens weren’t that good , Brandon says that’s because they were just the “ametures.”

I really feel for Nathaniel this semester, the poor guy has all 8:00 a.m. classes and shitload of homework to do all the time. Not to mention that he’s working his regular job PLUS starting up this whole wood chopping business with Ben AND trying to spend time with me. I know that he’s stressed out and tired and I can’t help but feel for him. Hopefully in a few weeks he’ll find his groove and be able to get through the semester.

Well I need to quit procrastinating and actually get some homework done. Maybe tomorrow, maybe even Monday, but some time. Tonight would be good since I have nothing else better to do but sit at home on a perfectly good Saturday night. But it’s ok, because I’ve had a really long week and I think that it’s probably a good thing that I get to stay at home for a while. I did get invited back out to the gay bar, but I really don’t feel like putting up with bad drag queens and 30-something lesbians making out at the bar tonight…we’ll save those for some other time…