It’s been a while.  I have been busy with school and stuff.  OK, so you remember Don, the other guy from a few entries ago whom I hadn’t met yet?  Well I called him up last night, originally just because I was bored and because I wanted to give him a hard time for not calling me for the past week.  Then he busts out with “Well, there’s a reason why.  I’m dating someone.”  I about shat myself.  So I sat there for about a full three minutes and listened to him say that we should still meet, but just to hang out because blah blah blah.  Yeah, I just was floored and hit the END button with a firm press.  Then he went to call right back and I got to try out the ignore feature for the first time.  It automatically claimed it was a missed call and must have sent him to my voicemail, but he did not leave a message.  So there concludes that one.

Oh yes, I have a new phone now, so if you want my number, ask me nicely

Here are some pictures from my last drunken weekend with Rachel.

 There I am cuddling with Logan's kitty

 What an attention whore!

  There I am wearing Rachel's glasses and attacking her tits.

 My hot friend Justin (bisexuals are the best!)

 This is the random Asian goth that Logan and I made out with a few months ago.  His name is Kato.

 Some hottie at the club.

  Hottie again and some random asian grrrrl with dreads.

  Random hottie I SNUCK in on and snapped this pic.  But now that I see what the flash had revealed, I am not into the teeth.

 This is the shirt I was wearing at the goth club.

 Chad... Rachel's latest.

The bad mood passed finally.  It was just a bad day.  It must have been in the air because I was in a bad mood, Rachel was in a bad mood and a bunch of other people were too.  Later in the day, I kind of fell apart and actually just cried.  I rarely ever cry but yesterday I was too overwhelmed and at last just lost it.  It made me feel better.  Later that night I came across an old video of a musical I was in my senior year of high school: You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown.  I put the tape in and it was at the finale: “Happiness.” 

So, press the ESC key or click STOP to stop loading this page and to stop my background music that is playing.  Then, click HERE to play the midi of “Happiness” and follow the words.  Pretend you are a little kid again.

Happiness is finding a pencil,
Pizza with sausage,
telling the time.
Happiness is learning to whistle,
Tying your shoe for the very first time.

Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band.
And happiness is walking hand-in-hand.
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream,
Knowing a secret,
Climbing a tree.
Happiness is five different crayons,
Catching a firefly,
Setting him free...

Happiness is being alone every now and then,
And happiness is coming home again.
Happiness is morning and evening,
day time and night time too...
For happiness is anyone and anything at all...
that's loved by you.

Happiness is having a sister,
Sharing a sandwich,
Getting along.
Happiness is singing together when day is through,
and happiness is those who sing with you.
Happiness is morning and evening,
daytime and nighttime too...
For happiness is anyone and anything at all...
that's loved by you.

OK, now that the sappy-ness is out of the way, I will post in pictures of myself playing the organ that Rachel took yesterday…

  Hands playing

  Feet playing also.  I believe I was doing F (natural)......................... C    F.........................................

Hands again.  I believe that is a D major chord.

 More feet and I just opened the swell box by pushing the left pedal all the way in.

  Feet from behind.

  That is a G major chord.  You can almost read the names of the stops.  The third from the right says "Principal 8'" then "Spitzflöte 8' ".

  Pedals.

  Window with IHS.

  Some pipes in the swell chamber.

Then, another thing making my day good was finding out that my refund is on its way.  See...?

Wow, I bet this post takes forever to load.  lol

Today has been a very bad day for Rachel and I.  Seriously, I have been hostile all day.  Mostly over what I found out today at the Job and Family services office.  There is a loser I know named Richard.  Richard is 32, overweight, smokes, etc. and claims that he can't work because he is disabled.  I'm not sure if this disability is real or just imagined.  Anyway, some freaking enabler keeps him thinking that he is going to get SSI.  He's been denied all these times but he keeps going back.  But anyway, at the JFS office today, they told me that since I was a full-time student and over 21, the only thing I would qualify for would be food stamps (which is not even what I went in there for).  Then she types something in and was like "Oh, no you can't even get that because you're not a work study student."  So I have no freaking medical insurance.  Lovely.  Especially when I need to see the doctor soon because of a problem I am having.  It made me so mad that just because I am in school trying to better myself I get nothing, when a lazy slob who just does not want to work get s all kinds of crap.  It's not fair.  Rachel and I were just in all kinds of hostile mood today.  I went with her to her bank and we go in and what do I see?????  Jake!  One of the fags that was causing drama at the club last week.  I was like "YUCK" really loud when we came in and I know he heard me because it's a small place and he just hung his head back down to act like he didn't hear what I said.

My bad mood started last night when Logan started in with his crap.  He wanted me to go clubbing last night and I just plain wasn't in the mood and he couldn't get it through his head that I didn't even feel like talking to him let alone go anywhere with him.  I know he just wanted me to go with him so he could get drunk.  Another thing is his boyfriend.  He has been saying in his livejournal that he's going to dump him and has already started talking to all these other guys and his boyfriend is clueless.  That's EXACTLY what he did to me while we were together and in the end I really felt shafted.  Yet, he manages to tell people "Oh, yeah, sometimes I am just too honest with my boyfriends..."  WHATEVER!!!  I was so hot last night because he doesn't comprehend that I don't have the money to be going out and getting wasted especially when I have school the next day and have to go in to the Job and Family Services the next day.  He's all happy to be around me when he wants to get drunk but God forbid I actually have a REAL problem, he can't be bothered.  I'm sick of it.

OK well now that I have vented.

Oh, about my last entry... My religion (Lutheran) does not cast me out or anything like that because of my sexuality.  It's all internal.  Like, I can't just climb up in the organ console every week knowing that the week before I was pulling off an "Ian Blows America".  Seriously.

Ho status:

Arg.  The NO-HO state has not been going over so well.  I slipped (but didn't fall) one day last week.

I had to make a speech today and I made one about what a retard-o our President was on Sept. 11.  All of his presidential commercials over the election time showed him being a steely man, barking out orders to his staff, when, in reality, he sat in a classroom for over 20 minutes like dar-d-dar.  Then he ran away and flew around in Air Force One all day.  Loser.

Oh, but back to no-ho.  See, this is the problem: yes, I am a scandalous ho, we've already established that!  But I am also Lutheran.  I gave my heart to the Lord a long time ago, and I promised that I would (try my hardest to) walk in his ways. I Corinthians 3:16 says "Know ye not that ye are the temple of the Living God, and the spirit of the Lord dwelleth within you?"  So here I am stuck with horny vs. holy.  lol

Oh and my Rae Rae is a godmother!

Oh and this afternoon I am going into the Department of Jobs and Family Services because, as I am sure you will recall, my mother is a TWAT and I have recently realized that although I am a full-time student, I am not covered under her GOOD insurance just because she doesn't want to pay extra for the premium.  Bitch.  So, I'm going in there to find out if I can be ghetto and get Medicaid or whatever.  *sigh*

Yesterday Rachel and I were at Best Buy and this shady guy that Logan hooked up with was there.  He wanted to hook up with me too, but Logan said that he had IBM (itty-bitty meat).  Well, I wasn't sure if it was him or not, so when we were paying I said to the cashier "Tell me if that guy's name over there is Shaun, and don't be obvious when you answer."  She said it was.  Then Rachel and I hihg-tailed it out of the store because I know she went over to him and told him all about it.

OK, I said that I wasn't going to the club.  Well, Logan ended up conning me into it.  I get there and Debbie and I ATTACKED eachother.   It was funny.  There were two other boys who were from our high school who were there last night.  Then some random Josiah (cute) boy came up to me and said, "Uh, you don't like Craig, do you?"  Craig is a boy from my high school and he all got an attitude with me one day back in 2002 because he wanted to hook up and I didn't know who he was and I said no, so now he's just a freaking drama case.  But anyway...  I said to Josiah, "The short answer is 'no.'"  Then he was all pissy the rest of the night.  Meanwhile, Logan is getting wasted and some great songs came on and we hit the dance floor and we TORE IT UP!!  Like, seriously, we were doing some dirty dancing and we were getting way into it and then we would just look at eachother and bust out laughing.  All the while, I'm licking shots off of Debbie's tits and Logan's University of Findlay swimmer friend was being sketchy.  Well they were all drunk like I knew they would be so I drove their drunk asses home.  Debbie had invited me to come back to her apartment at the conclusion of the evening, but when that time came, I couldn't find her.  I had to pull over twice on I-75 so Logan could yack.  Trucks flying by at 65 MPH, it's foggy as pea soup.  You'd be so proud of me... no ho'ing last night.  Logan and I grinding up on eachother doesn't count.

So, today in math, I was fantasizing about the hottie that sits next to me.  he's a babe.