It was so fun Monday night when I got sick and went back on belladonna with phenobarbital for all of Tuesday and Wednesday. Combined with my two hour Wednesday last class (Poetic Forms II) in a very hot and stuffy room (is there any other kind when you're on meds?), I came very close to passing out. As it was, I said alliteration when I meant assonance, so my reputation is permanently tarnished. That and our nicknames. See, we had the same prof last semester, and we picked out paper bits with names on them randomly out of a pile. I got "Chiffon." Yes, go and laugh. Ha ha. Ha ha. ... Anyway... he's using the system again, and those of us in last semester's class get to keep their names. So I'm Chiffon. Again. Maybe I had it coming, keeping a girly online diary and all, but do I really need more effeminateness in my life?

I've watched "Ed Wood" on Encore a few times in the past month, because it's just a damn good flick that I hadn't seen in a while. Something about it struck me in this latest round of viewing: Ed Wood, despite being the worst director ever and a really big freak AND A TRANSVESTITE, ends up with a loyal wife. So loyal, in fact, that she doesn't remarry after his death. And I, college genius and all-around ultra hip character, am without even the blind dates. Does a guy have to have an angora sweater fetish justa get some play dees days? Should I be playing up my blog and Chiffon label to the chickies?

I am obviously some sort of web page god. (No offense to the real One, heh heh, sorry.) The stupid template Blogger provided that makes up the base of my blog didn't display my archives correctly. In fact, they didn't display at all. But now, with the power of my mind (and server-side includes) my archives are readily accessible, so I don't have to display all my messages on one page.

Also, I'm considering migrating all my stuff to a better server (read: one without popups). I do have this script on all my pages that kills them, but it ends up generating error messages instead, which you probably already know since you're here reading this. It beats having ads and doesn't pop up if you tell your browser to stop doing it.

Guess who downloaded tonight's brand new Simpsons episode last night and watched it twice this morning in order to memorize the lines and convince his friends of his obvious psychic powers when he knew everything that would happen? Um, that sounded much more cool in my head, so don't answer. In fact, forget the whole thing. Unless you thought it sounded cool. In which case, the answer is me.

Back in Baltimawhore. Woo hoo.

I have decided for the time being that I will pursue advanced degrees in Biology and Writing en route to becoming a movie star, via curing cancer and publishing vast amounts of quality poetry in my spare time. Then, when I turn 35, there's always politics and the Presidency. But not so much to look forward to after 50.

Ha ha! I lied to all none of you who frequent this website. I didn't update upon returning from Florida. Or did I? I never said I'd update the minute I returned, or even the week. Well, that makes me feel better in any case.

So, I've had my childhood home and permanent address to myself for the first extended period ever. I've been all alone since the 4th, and my normally mundane life has erupted into a series of wacky adventures, including screaming loudly at my first attempt at applying aftershave, and fending off two wily but retarded burglars from robbing my house. It was either that, or attending a "college-age alumni luncheon" at my high school, visiting the dentist, seeing The Royal Tenenbaums for the second time, going "rock'n bowling," but mostly watching too much television and playing too much of the game "Golden Sun" on my GameBoy Advance. One of those... I can't really remember.

I think that probably the most exciting thing in NJ since I've been alone here has been the snow. So much snow. I even salted my driveway. Twice. I'm so responsible these days. Although, does it make anyone out there feel like a child when their mom splits up the food for the week they'll be away into those little Glad disposable containers, so that you know exactly what to eat each night? I mean, it just makes me feel like a special boy whose mommy wuves him vewy much, but I don't know how other people might react.

I have to say that I elevated to yet another level of cool in London when, at opening weekend no less, I had my own name on the guest list at Pasha London for Adam's b-day bash. I even got into the VIP section there, and danced on the stage in the middle. And I danced with a German supermodel. She said later that I have a good aura about me. I am officially much cooler now than before I went to London. With the house all to myself, you'd think I'd flex some of that coolness and throw a party. But no... I'm way too cool for a parents-went-away house party at this point. Besides, someone might spill a drink on the carpet or break one of our nice glass figurines. Or mess up the new computer: NOOO! ... Um, I mean, let's just leave it at I'm too cool for that.