I'm back... with a vengeance

So it has taken me far too long to update my lonely blog. I must apologize to all and pray that the few people who have taken the time to view my picture filled blog are still willing to check back for updates. The end of the semester proved to be an action packed and stressful time and by the time my semester came to a close and my free time started to appear then my internet connection became a little hazy. So I have weathered the storm and can finally say that I am back to stay. The summer is proving to be rife with spare time so expect updates with surprising regularity.

This entry is going to be a little short on the words because fatigue is robbing me of any worthwhile thoughts but I have taken the time to include some more photos because I know people like pictures. Most of them are bonus pics from my NYC adventures but several of them are from earlier in the semester. Next time I will post photos from the play that I was in in February for those who didn't make it to the show (and for those who did it will be a thrilling opportunity to relive all the excitement). Look for those sometime later this week along with some class-solicited artwork that I have promised to post (although not without some mild trepidation). Take care and please keep checking back, my next post promises to include some of my infamous movie reviews, always insightful, always unnecessarily verbose.

I leave you with today's quote:


"You can't make your heart behave, you love who you love, don't ever apologize for that.

Jenny, Tim and I during our very first intoxicating evening together, January 2005. 

At one of the numerous "Shape of Things" parties the three NYC bound friends pose with Tim's boyfriend John. 

I try unsuccessfully to look cool by wearing sunglasses at night. 

I try to teach Tim how to effectively stare at women. 

Jenny demonstrates how to fake uncontrollable happiness while onlookers document her efforts through the magic of digital cameras. 

Jenny and I have a staring contest. Three and a half hours later I am declared the winner by an unbiased panel of judges. 

I am still not sure what Jenny is doing in this picture. If anyone knows please leave the answer in the comments section. 

Jenny poses next to her curiously arranged pile of belongings. 

Bret demonstrates his superhuman Ms. Pacman skills to dozens of Laguardia Airport patrons. As the picture shows, they have been advised to keep their distance. 

Bret and I spot an unwanted photographer sneaking up behind us. 

Jenny's first glimpses of New York, from the backseat of a Taxi. 

We rendezvous with the dashing Price Messick at a splendid Italian joint whose name, Fagiolini, I believe translates into "little fag", but I could be wrong, because quite frankly I don't speak Italian. 

Bret "reaches" for the Moon. 

I inadvertantly find myself stuck behind the door of the worlds most bizarre Indian resturant. 

Bret laments his decision to be the creamy white center of a dancing gay Oreo. 

A spur of the moment "reach" in the middle of a busy NYC street amuses onlookers. 

Bret and I grapple to decide who gets to play apartment DJ