another weekend has passed and i'm convinced i lead a somewhat...disgustingly lame...life. my highlight this weekend was having a middle-aged gay man say i was beautiful. actually, the highlight was probably hearing my 91-year-old strict catholic grandma say, "i guess he must not be queer after all" in reponse to his comment. beating her at rummy would have been the highlight, but the old lady kicked my ass. don't be fooled by her age; she's brutal.

i'm back to playing reporter now. this really is rather pointless. not only am i not being published, but i'm not getting grades that are all that impressive. of course i haven't been writing stories that are all that impressive. alas, i must push on...