Spring break was a much-needed vacation. And here's a recap of my Gulf Shores, Alabama excursion.

My friend�s aunts and uncles (on one side of her family) all pitched in and bought their parents (my friend�s grandparents) an apartment near the heart of Paris. And as part of my friend�s graduation present, they�re letting her use it for 3 weeks in the summer! How cool is that?!?! But that�s not all; they�re also letting her take a friend with her.

My friend was thinking of taking her boyfriend with her since he knows French from living there and�after all, he is her boyfriend, but that idea was defeated because her parents would never let her take him. So then she thought of taking moi, which would be stellar. It�s Paris after all. However, she doesn�t think that her parents will let her take me because, although I�m gay, I�m a guy. Bah to gender stereotypes. I'm thrilled that she considered taking me there, but I wish I were able to go. I'm sure there's a reason they call it gay Paris. And I'd only want to revel in it.

Around October of 2002 my grandma announced that she was going to take my sister and me to Turkey. I thought that was awesome considering Turkey's rich history. So I read up on that country and began to learn about the country. Then with the whole Iraq-induced paranoia my mom and aunt (who used to work for the US State Dept.) persuaded my grandma that taking us to Turkey wasn't a great idea.

I just got back from riding my bike. Not sure how many miles I went; I go for quality, not quantity. :) Man, I love spring. The warm weather, warm winds, lack of insects in the air that could be swallowed while biking, et al. Ooh, can't forget the rain and storms. Mmm....

I'm enamored with Incubus yet again (and not just for Brandon Boyd's beauty).

I haven't blogged in a while, so I will now. Let's see. Last Friday I went to a jazz thing that my school put on at the Indianapolis Roof Ballroom (which is amazing) and had a good time. I ate dinner at PF Chang's (which is also amazing). Then I worked. A lot.

First things first. Spring. Yesterday was the most beautiful day ever in the Midwest. It was a pleasant 60

Adbak's persuit of avoiding a grocery store, finding another grocery store, getting pissed off at grocery stores, going to parties, and sleeping.

I had the most fabulous weekend. I went to a Margaret Cho show, and oh-my-fuckin-gosh, it was hilarious. She's so...amazing...and admirable. They way she delivers her material is so fresh. In short, Margaret Cho is my hero. She was also an outspoken gay rights supporter, which didnd't really matter to the audience since she had such a huge queer following. It was liberating.

Well, it's getting warm, about 34�F (stupid Fahrenheit, we (the U.S.) should adopt Celsius as our temperature scale of choice). Which means some of the snow is melting. Yay! We got hella lot of snow this year. In February alone we got a record 21.7 inches (yet another scale to replace). Yeah, I know, it may not be a lot to you Northeasterners, but it's still a lot to us. All in all, this has been the 3rd snowiest winter in recorded Indiana history and we have yet to have one single snow day. Bah! I'm sick of it. But, depending on Tuesday's temperature, we are either going to get snow or rain. I'm voting for rain because I simply adore rain, although I wouldn't mind the snow if and only if it came bundled with a SnowDay�. Rain...mmmm, rain....

On the way back home, I noticed something all to common in my town. You see, Carmel is a bedroom community, meaning that people sleep here yet work elsewhere for the most part. A side effect is empty streets, save for the people emptying from the high school after the aforementioned play. It was 9:30 on a Friday night, yet Carmel was a ghostown. Sometimes I just want to move.

Damnit, I can't remember this really good quote from "Sure Thing." So instead, I'll substitute something another.

I need a man. I need someone to be romantically involved with. At school everyday I see these guys that I think are gay/bi and I wish that they would just come out of the freaking closet. Then I remind myself that I, too, am in the closet. I want to come out to my school so badly, but I don't know how long I'll be able to carry the burden of being the only "out" person there. I was giving blood at my school's biannual blood drive and I sat next to a friend whom I see rarely anymore and she asks if there are any girls in my life. I wanted to tell her that I was gay because I knew she would be okay with it, but I was worrying about everyone around me freaking out, or worse yet, the nurses ripping the IV out of my arm and accusing me of having AIDS.

Blah. I feel like shit. Actually, i'm just in a shitty mood. Explain, you say? Certainly, but lemme start at the beginning.

WARNING: This is a long post and was written at 1.30 ish in the morning. Read at your own peril.

My weekend was so-so. Blah.

And earlier today i visited my brother at Indiana University. 'Twas fun.

I also got the Norah Jones cd, mmmmm. It's like an orgasm for your ears.

In gay news, i have a Gay-Straight Alliance meeting tomorrow. Should be tons o' fun.

Peace.

Fearing the 14th. Procuring some pride.

I woke today around 9:30 in the morning and continued to lay in my bed in a quasi-unconscious type of sleep, the kind where you are just happy to be, free of any distractions, worries, cares. At around 10:30 i decided that i was awake, but not wanting to get out of bed, i turned on my radio. The song had just ended and the dj had cut in.

"This doesn't look like a deliberate act of terrorism..," eyes wide open, ears pricked....

First off, lemme say I'm so glad that Oasis is back. I didn't realize i was addicted to it until it went down. But the past is past. And i really like the new layout.

Anyhoo, i live in the midwest in a quaint upper middle class suburb called Carmel. To help give you an insight into my town it would probably help to tell you that the majority of the girls are on the verge of emaciation, straight blond hair, bubble-gum-chewing ditzes and the majority of the guys try to get in touch with their thuggish roots, which none of them have. But in a school of 3500 kids, you're bound to have some cool people and i call them my friends. I am so thankful i have them. I don't know what i would do without them.