quotable Wednesday

Hmmm. In adolescent psych, we watched a video from the mid-90s on homosexuality that I, along everyone else in the back row, laughed at because it was so out-dated and had the worst arguments ever on both sides. I don't feel bad because both the straight girl and the gay guy who sit on either side of me were laughing it up. We got a few disapproving glances from some girl (an angry lesbian? I really mean no offense.) up front. Whatever.

Lunch with Lauren. WoW Wingery. Good stuff.

I skipped calculus in favor of going to a special group project.

Music class can be summed up with this quote:

"What's your excuse for missing class? Don't you dare tell me you were having an abortion!"

Then after I got the best voicemail I've ever received:

"Hey, this is Jason in the mailroom. I just wanted to let you know you had a package delivered today. there is a notification in your mailbox, and YO YO YO we'll be open at 9 a.m. WIKI-WIKI-WIKI!"

This is probably the... 10th (at least) message responding to Carter's lovely recordings on my cell phone.

Nap. Dinner. LOST. Phone call with parents. Phone call with brother:

"Hey Andrew, what's up? I'm one of Adrian's pledge brothers. He asked me to talk to you because he's shit-faced and won't remember this conversation tomorrow."

terrific Tuesday

So Tuesday morning I found myself still up (from Monday) at two for no good reason. Then at 2:30 a good reason, namely Chad, showed up... on my buddy list I mean. We haven't had a chance to really catch up (since his move to Australia) except before Mardi Gras. So we talked for like an hour and exchanged our international cell phone numbers. (This might prove dangerous for future drinking nights.)

The unfortunate result was that I slept through my first class because, in my half-awake stupor, I set my alarm for PM instead of AM.

It was okay though. Apparently I didn't miss much. I went to my regular lunch with Tara, and we mused about our future plans... specifically Jacque's wedding. And we missed a third of our triangle.

After that, I went to screenwriting for the three fastest academic hours of my week. Good screenplays and two presentations.

Dinner with Ben as usual. He dropped me off at The Columns after for the 1718 New Orleans Reading Series. It was fantastic. Author Bev Marshall and four seniors from Loyola and Tulane. Excerpts, nonfiction, story, poetry, and prose, respectively. Lots of drinking.

I'm definitely going to future ones if anyone wants to tag along.

• April 10th - John Biguenet
• May 1st - Andrei Codrescu

And if I'm feeling creative and the team likes my work, maybe there will be a short story or a few poems by yours truly.

After that I wound up at Delachaise, which (for anyone else who was there for Jenna's birthday) is so NOT a lesbian bar. Four-cheese plate and duck terrine/foie gras/armanac pate; house white and house red.

I ended up talking on the phone with Gisela for a while. I'm sooo looking forward to her visit for graduation.

Whitney and Tully picked me up on the way back from Billy Joel's sold-out concert. They were too tired to go out more, so I wound up visiting with Stephen (not to be confused with Steven) a while.

Yes, you read correctly. Stephen. But it's all good. What's past is past.

Monday again?

Today's been pretty chill. My day began at midnight at The Rat. Whitney suggested food and beer. Great idea.

Classes. Late lunch. Rachel came over, and we watched The Talented Mr. Ripley because she'd never seen it.

After that, Lauren and I went to the dinner reception for and reading by Elizabeth McCracken at the Newcomb Institute and Rogers Chapel, respectively. Stephanie was introducing her, and naturally Lauren and I were there for moral support. (Well, perhaps Lauren was motivated by the food too.)

"I hope you don't screw up." - Lauren

"I hope you don't fall on your face walking over there." - Me

"I hope you don't both DIE in the next minute when I punch you in the face." - Steph

How many versions will I post?

I don't know. This song never gets old to me. At least now we know what The Fray does in their spare time.