Man out of you

Week two, so much has happened, here are the highlights:

~ My parents came and took me and my sister out to dinner at McGrath's fish house on Sunday for an early birthday celebration. Afterward, we drove back to my sister's house where a new pair of black leather boots and a white chocolate Irish cream cheesecake were waiting for me. It took me greatly by surprise considering that four of us have hardly been friendly towards each other for the last 6 months. It was nice to be in cooler climate in that area for a change.

~ On Monday, I finally started classes and got to meet our guest director/directing teacher from New York. She's so knowledgeable and yet so approachable, her class is what I look forward to the most during my week. I also auditioned for the play she's directing, Picnic, made it to call backs the following night, but did not get in. I was bummed, but mostly because I wanted so badly to work with her. I'm still in her class, so not all hope is lost.

~ Wednesday, I finally turned 19! It was a bit of a slow day, but come night time, some interesting events unfolded. I played several rounds of 21 over a carton of strawberry ice cream with chocolate syrup. We eventually made it so that who ever one a round had to take a shot of chocolate syrup (so much funnier than doing it with booze). After that, my friend Freddy came out into the main seating area and decided that was not enough for my birthday. He then arranged for the buffest men on our floor to dance around me in their sexiest boxers. I know you all think I must have loved it, but to be honest, it was extremely awkward. But I thanked everyone for thinking of me.

~ Thursday night, people thought it front page news that I need to know when Parker, the sexiest guy on our floor, is getting naked for the shower. When they didn't leave me alone, I stupidly went into the men's bathroom. Sure enough, Parker and his friends were all present and taking part in the joke. That was my last straw. I went into my room, shut the door, turned out the lights and covered my head with my pillow. This did not stop them from banging on my door for the next hour!

~ Friday, I didn't feel comfortable returning to my dorm, so I arranged to spend the weekend in an empty room in another dorm. I had to dodge people from Top Gunn all three days. I had decided to tell everyone at once, on Monday when they'd all be back at school, what had happened and why I was upset. No way was I going to tell one person and let it get tampered with before I got back to Top Gunn.

~ Sunday, I attended the student mass for the first time. There's a little chapel attached to a small house on the backside of campus where the mass is held every Sunday at 5 pm. It was sweet and simple, and the priest had a sense of humor, what more could you ask? Afterward, they served dinner; beef stew, garlic bread, grapes, and the most delicious butterscotch nut bars (YUM!) I sat and talked with the lady in charge, she was very welcoming and even more entertaining, she didn't care that I was gay of non-catholic and invited me back. I will definitely be going back soon.

~ Monday, I am now back in my dorm room with my roommate in Top Gunn. I got here at 7:30, like my RA and I had planned, and I explained to the group that I was not mad at any of them, but that they had misunderstood what I wanted and went overboard. I wanted no special attention be it positive or negative, I just wanted to be treated like anyone else on our floor. No half nude fashion shows, and no male nudity alerts. When I was done, they all told me that they loved me and respected me for the way I handled and addressed the situation and we all sat down for an epic game of Apples to Apples. I stepped up to the plate, even though it felt like riding the Supreme Scream at Knott's Berry Farm, I am now extremely proud of myself. I'm finally starting to feel like a man around here.