too late to 'pologize....too late...too late

Um.  It's never too late to "pologize", by the way.  And, quite frankly, I'm still waiting for Timbaland to 'pologize for making that song in the fucking first place.  I am speaking for an overwhelming fuckin' majority here, when I say...we're fuck-ing waaait-ing....

Oh, God.  I love cafes.  Real ones.  Not fucking Starbucks (a.k.a. Fivebucks, Shitfucks, The Underworld).  Don't get me wrong, Starbucks paid my rent for a year.  Yep, they paid my rent for one whole year!  What was the catch you're asking yourself?  They pumped caffeine into my veins whilst contemporaneously and heinously degrading my overqualified self, hence requiring my presence in their Shit-Shactory (Montelione original!) that it was at ungodly hours for a wage that is barely legal in most third world countries.  

Wow.  I needed that.  Even though, I realize no one reads this thing.  If they did, I would want them to know that I do really love Euro cafes.  I mean with real coffee, and food, and people, and cigarettes.  You know, what's that thing?  Oh, LIFE?!  

I've only got a month left on The Pearl.  My God.  I thought life went by quickly on land.  It goes twice as fast on sea.  And half as fast in Ohio.  Which means, technically, I live at 4 times the speed of Clevelandians.  If you're from Ohio, I'm sorry.  No, really I am.  Probably not as sorry as you are.  Read that a second, third and fourth time.  You'll get it.  

Sometimes, I get online, and I think, "I have nothing to blog about." (There's that word again...)  But, I keep surprising myself by just writing.  

Sweating in Antigua

It's a hot one today, even in the shade.  Oh, the internet.  How I used to take it for granted.  I now appreciate it more than ever.  Especially because I can internet whilst having a glorious view of the Caribbean, and maybe a beer or two.  That's boss.  Aka.  That's Tony Danza.  

Nice relaxing vacation.  That's what I need.  Wait a minute.  My life is vacation.  Everyday is my birthday.  Thanks, God.

Whatever.  I still miss home.  My mom is moving to California in like 4 days.  How fuckin weird, man.  Weird.  I guess I'll be following her pretty soon, unless I get a job in Chicago that's worth staying for.   Although friends are gonna be hard to leave.  Everything's happening so fuckin fast, man.  And, I'm typing in an English dialect, man.  I'm well retarded.  

South Beach

Went to South Beach today.  Technically.  I went to the Apple Store and Starbucks, and talked on the phone for like 2 hours.  Next week, we'll probably go to Ocean Drive for real.   I want to see in person the mayhem about which I've only heard as of yet, i.e. Super huge muscle dude rollerblading in a speedo with a boa constrictor around his neck.  

I love life.

I'm almost coming home to Chicago.  This winter flew by.  So weird.  Mom's moving to Cali next week, which means I'll soon probably do the same.  So FUCKING weird.  

So, Spring Break continues!  We left 14 people in Cozumel last week.  5 were kicked off; 9 missed the boat...Suckas!

Oh, can any-fuckin-one tell me what the hell "Bad-moo-waadka" is supposed to mean?  Gavin Rossdale, or whatever your name is...

Antigua

Here I am again in paradiso. Poor me.


Anywho, Mom and Grandma are here and they're having a blast. It's so good to see some family since Grandpa just died. Super suck.


But, they're here now, and I gotta go! Later, toads!

Spring Break Part One...

Spring Break.  Wow!  I never really experienced Spring Break as a participating student.  I was always too broke.  Times have a-changed.  Now I'm getting back all of those lost crazy weeks of ridiculousness.  

Life's funny, I guess.

This week I had a chance to see some Chicagoans!  Ranjit and Brian and the rest of Cupid came on for 5 days.  I didn't get to hang with them as much as I would've liked, but we got some fun in.  They seem really awesome, and yet, seeing them just renewed my homesickness.  

(I must say that I am having quite the time of my life, though.)

The shows keep getting better; we keep getting stronger.  We got a new musical director.  We definitely miss Joe Latessa, but I've got to say we instantly loved Rodney.  He's super talented, and has just jumped right into it.  All of our shows rocked this week, and I think they are going to continue rocking with Rocking Rodney!  This is your lettuce hand; this is your cheese hand!  

Well, Mom and Grandma should be on their way to the ship now, although I have absolutely no information on arrival time or anything.  Totally wingin it!  

I have recently become obsessed with Garth Marenghi's Dark Place, as has the cast.  It's become one of our eleven thousand inside jokes that help us alienate ourselves from all that is normal in social circles.