People, People Who Need People

People are essentially the same everywhere. Granted I'm limiting the context of this discussion to Americans, but really we are. Over the weekend I hung out with my friend from undergrad who's now at law school at UT. We had lunch, talked about life, got caught up, walked around the lake, and then we went to a party mostly of law students. The reason this all hit me was because of the conversations my friend and I had about people in our lives and what all is going on. I was sitting on the porch, sipping on my tonic and lime and was hit with the realization as another law student showed up dressed as Quail Man from the cartoon Doug, people really are the same everywhere. Every group has the annoying guy that gets drunk and loud. The couple that must be attached at the hip via Velcro. The shy nice guy that really wants to get the nerves to ask out the girl he's been attracted to the past 3 years of school together. The amateur expert that, although has no actual experience in the topic of discussion is still going to insist that her limited world view is a completely more logical argument that those that are learned in said areas of study or occupation. The list goes on.

Why this strikes me so right now is I'm really starting to like the boy from choir. He's adorable, sweet, has such a compassionate heart, and I shall end here for the list just continues to grow and I could crash the server if I expounded on all the things that make him wonderful. He's the perfect guy for me, but how am I for him? Normally at this point I would do something completely idiotic to sabotage any chance of a true relationship forming, but not this time. We shall continue to grow as friends and I will create no plan of contingency for what if he does or doesn't like me that way. We have plenty in common to become true friends and I hold those very close to my heart as I don't let many inside of the walls. My question for those of you who were at parties this weekend, socializing with all sorts of new people...I've read how you've "made new friends"...how is that possible in such a short amount of time? I won't call someone my friend until we've made each other happy and sad, cry from pain and cry from being curled up in the fetal position on the floor laughing together, hopped in the car and just drove somewhere to have some fun, shared a meal and a little part of ourselves that we guard so very closely. I guess this means while people can behave so similarly at times, we also need those who have those differences that we admire.

Can it really be called work?

I think I'm actually in some sort of indentured servitude right now. I have no desk, they gave it, my extension and account set to the guy who took them over when they didn't know how long I'd be out. So for the next two weeks until the new quarter starts I'm hunting for new accounts. I live in a land of Excel and Hoover's. They actually let me talk to customers today since we aren't making our number for the month... Here I am to save the day! You can call me Underdog.

Changes

So tomorrow it will be a full month since I have been to work. I've been sick. Spent a week in the hospital, but I'm better now. Just waiting on the doctor to say it's ok and I'll be heading back to the daily grind, but not without making some changes in my habits. I've lost about 10 lbs. since getting ill, but the good news is that I needed it and I've been doing it the right way. I cut out eating out. I treated myself to PF Chang's one night and to a burger another night. I think only eating out twice in a month is progress. I was wasting so much money.

I'm going a little stir crazy so I'm also looking forward to when I can get active again. Doc said it probably won't be for another 2-3 weeks, but I can wait. I found a great yoga studio that's in this part of town finally. My gym membership is still active and I think I'll stay there since I don't want to see my co-workers at the facilities there all the time, I spend enough time at the office already. (you know when I'm actually working)

My house is cleaner than it's ever been in my entire life and it has stayed that way... it's wonderful. My mother will not believe it is me typing this, but I suddenly care about a clean house. I think it's because the state of my house is something I can control. I've felt like I haven't been the one in control of my life since getting sick. So there's the update. I'm not sure if anyone reads this, but my therapist says I need to journal and this seems like one of those outlets I have to get things off my chest. I've always lived by the motto that everything happens for a reason. It's true... I'll get past this and will hopefully be a better stronger person from it all.

stubble yes, shaggy no

Nate Berkus needs to shave! At least by the end of the show it looks like his luggage had arrived and he was nice and semi-shorn for the big reveal. Oprah, be a friend, tell a gay boy when he's looking rough. I still heart you Nate, but don't hide that wonderful jaw line under a shaggy mess.

What will Ted's husband think of this?

So yes I watched the finale, but that was it... Favorite moment that shall remain a classic in my mind. Ted Allen from Queer Eye saying to Dale the gay boy from Chi-town, "Dale you are one decadent boy."

Bow-Chik-a-Waou-Waou

And isn't that pic of Dale just too cute, the coy smile as he lovingly prepares a fresh meal for you to get your strength back after a wild of passionate horizontal mambo...HEY a guy can dream ok!

Sick & Twisted? Yes please!

One year for my birthday while I was still up in Waco for school, I took a weekend trip down to Austin to hang out with some friends I had made through a now non-existent, but really cool chat website wbs. We did dinner and the bars the first night. On the second night I was taken on my first trip to the Alamo Drafthouse to see Spike & Mike's Sick and Twisted Festival of Animation. One of my favorite films from that night was Rejected by Don Hertzfeldt.

Rejected by Don Hertzfeldt

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I just ran across this gem and decided I should share it with others. This past year there was one particularly disturbing film called Chirpy, if anyone knows where this is posted online please let me know...I need to disturb some of my friends that didn't attend with me this past year. It usually returns every year around my birthday, if you're in Austin in January join us!

Geeks are sexy

Sorry for my extended absence. I recently spent a week in the hospital getting over a rather nasty case of pneumonia. Still stuck a home for a bit longer until I'm all better. Since I'm stuck at home I've been watching way too much TV for any sane person and I've come to some realizations. Daytime TV sucks. The morning shows are boring, talk shows are lame, and none of the cartoons from my youth play on the tens of children's channels I have. The good thing is that since it's premier season I've been DVRing every show I think I might want to watch to give them all a fighting chance and watching them during the day. Then I will decide upon which ones I shall commit for the season and which I will put off until re-runs.


I have a bit of a crush on Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. I think this mainly stems from the fact that his dry, quick, sarcastic humor mirrors that of the cute man I know and want to get to know better from the choir.

I was able to return to choir practice tonight. I didn't actually sing all that much, but I was able to mark my score and get more familiar with the pieces. I'm used to always memorizing my music and I think they usually don't do that here, but just so I'm most comfortable I want everything in my memory.

You probably don't know, but back when I was at the Big Baptist University I went to an evangelical church...some might call it a cult, but without the castrations and mass suicides. Once they found out about my homosexual proclivity (and the fact I was living with my boyfriend at the time) they quit inviting me to functions and what not. I was essentially kicked out, but never told in so many words we don't want you here. Their actions were loud and clear. I attempted to attend a few other churches in the area and it went OK, but I was just not comfortable anywhere I went. I need to figure out my own faith and beliefs, not someone else's. Since that time I've called myself a protestant-agnostic. There's some sort of being out there and s/he may or may not have any direct interaction with my life. This all leads up to the fact (and I have Hottie Engineering guy to thank for this) that I'm more comfortable with the thought of attending an organized religious service. Nothing any near where I was at school or growing up in Houston, but something that incorporates more spirituality than dogma. The church the choir practices in seems to have this. They are a reconciling Methodist congregation. I think mom and dad would be happy with this as they were themselves Methodist until they fell off the wagon and joined the crazy people. So I'm going to head to church this Sunday. Wish me luck.