Nothing’s Really Changed

150.2 pounds, as of this past Tuesday. Considering my erratic eating schedule during spring break, I was surprised, and relieved. I’m going to hit 160 by the end of the quarter. If my dancing doesn’t improve and if I don’t get a new pair of shoes, I’ll be fine as long as I reach this goal.

After putting on some clothes and making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I headed out the door to my first day of classes.

While walking to my English class at 9:30, I got a new voicemail. I figured it was a call from the Education Academy, because if anyone ever left me a voicemail in the morning, it’d be my boss to inform me that she’s cutting even more of my hours for the week. So when I listened to the voicemail, I was a little surprised:

“Hi Brian, this is Krista calling from Urban Outfitters at the Irvine Spectrum. I’m calling about the application you turned in about two weeks ago and I wanted to invite you to our interview...”

Two weeks ago. I had thought that they put my application through the shredder as soon as I walked out the door.

If I got this job, that would mean that I’d be quitting my job at the Education Academy earlier than I had expected.

Thursday night, I ran into Kevin while heading to the dining hall. I asked him if he wanted to take a dance class with me at the gym, but he had INSA practice at nine. I was a little disappointed, mainly because the dance class was a POP DIVA *BITCH* dance class, and I didn’t wanna be the only guy taking it in fear that I might look hella gay.

I was also a little disappointed because, knowing how far INSA had come along, I kinda wished that I had stayed dancing with them. I heard they were having their second or third hell week now for another upcoming performance.

Even though some practices pissed the hell out of me, being on a dance team was still fun. But that was over for me now.

Friday night, I was working out—nothing too different from other nights. I was texting Gay SF Andrew back and forth because he was in LA visiting. I asked him if he was going to visit Irvine, to which he responded that he was going to a kickback at Charles’s place Saturday night. I texted back, “Charles has a kickback tomorrow? Lol. Honestly I haven’t talked to anyone gay in Irvine for the last six months. Can you bring guests?”

Somehow, Andrew got me invited even though I didn’t ask to be invited. Seriously, all I asked was, “Can you bring guests?” and I guess Andrew made an assumption and asked Charles if I could come. Well, it looked like I was going.

Of course, I called my boyfriend to tell him about it. I didn’t want him thinking that I was going to go to the party to get trashed and get laid. He said he was chill with it. I’m happy that we have trust in our long distance relationship. I think the next time we see each other will be in May, so we’re going to end up missing our three-month anniversary together. I don’t think the fourth one will be a charm either, but at least I know that we’ll be spending time together on my birthday and that he’ll finally visit me in Irvine over Memorial Day weekend. Lots of things to look forward to in May.



Alright, so it’s Saturday night, almost 11 PM. Time to head out.