The reason I have not been posting lately is because of chaos. I cannot even fathom how much I would have to explain to make things rational in the world of blogging. I am still living with my parents which is not good. The job that I have was causing a lot of problems (hopefully fixed now). Dating...ugggh. I actually turned down someone that tried to make out with me. I'm learning my limits. I'm becoming a grown-up in front of your very eyes. I had $30 stolen from my wallet as I was sleeping beside it. My brother and sister-in-law are moving from my hometown because they both got jobs where my sister works. I have to figure out my future. Friends are getting preggers and married. Anyway, I'm back in the kville and trying to live it up while I'm here. According to my mother, "I better get all the partying out this weekend because it won't happen again." I just want to make magic happen and I can't. I cannot be anywhere at once. But here I am again. I hope you aren't angry with me. I will make more happen. Things are in a slump but looking up. See you soon. Loves it.

Does that picture make me look terrible. It looked ok from my computer at home but now I'm thinking not so flattering. Plus too much makeup for glam rock karaoke. Tell me about it.

It is so good to be back in Kirksville. I spent last night drinking with friends and having just a great time. I got a little too drunk though and in some weird/awkward situations. For instance, my friend who is dating another friend of mine (girl) got me really drunk at his house and offered to let me stay there. This does not sound too awkward but trust me it was just a little bit. Maybe its because I was so drunk. Who knows?

I accidentally stuck my nose in my friend Emily's wallet after I had already figured out that it smelled like "a Camel's ass". It was disgusting to say the least.

Lets see what has happened since the last time I posted. I have watched a lot of really bad television and movies including the best one with Pamela Springsteen (sister of Bruce). Sleepaway Camp II. It was gloriously gory and quite disturbing in a not shocking way. People were burned alive, choked with piano wire and a guy got his head chopped off by a machete. I thought that the guy who got macheted was going to live and be the hero. Guess not. Then his head was positioned in a television. It was terrible.

Best television that you might be missing...My Life on the D-List with Kathy Griffin. I so badly want to go and be one of her gays. She just amazes me and inspires me. I think that I could work as hard as she does. I could be a D-List celebrity if it means being like Kathy Griffin who I would not consider to be on the D-List.

My mother has still been nagging at me. This time she doesn't want me to come to Kirksville to party. What she doesn't understand is that I have to come to Kirksville just to get a little bit of any kind of action that I can. I'm going on quite a dry spell here. I haven't made out with anyone in almost a month and I don't see that being remedied in MVille. But the gossip in the town is great. That I have loved. Also, making my mother feel guilty also pleased me. I was able to get the guilt in there by asking her what was best for the business and her sister-in-law. It was perfect. Plus I had been really productive and creating some great advertisements for the business. Not up to par in terms of the ad world but still good enough for me and it makes my mama proud (mainly because she can't do it).

(Insert your own poignant ending that connects all my thoughts and wishes for the readers)

Living like a rock star. I just got in from a couple of hours lounging by the pool. Sweet. I'm on vaca. Got a couple of emails that made me quite happy if you know what I mean. Still no word on the street about my future job. Yarr. But here I am typing at the computer with swamp butt from the pool. Not the bad kind just the "my butt is kinda too wet to be not in the pool" type butt. Oh yeah and by vaca, I mean Kansas City.

I know that a few people have been rather concerned with me as of late. I know, and I'm sorry. Its just that my life is kinda boring and my parents hound me about everything. Prevacation talk with my mother concerned car insurance, health insurance, and the ever popular finding a job and what other jobs I would be willing to do if this route does not work out. I just want to tell her that if I can't work in theatre, I might as well just kill myself. That isn't true but maybe that will set in her mind that I went to college for a reason. And that reason is to not have to work shitty jobs.

It is great to be out of the house. I'll be visiting my sister in a bit. My friend Adrian asked if she needed to be there to referee. I hope it doesn't get that bad. I'm inviting her to the party. So I hope that all goes well. Oh yeah two hoots for Karla's party tonight. Hoot! Hoot! Looking forward to that. I'm actually enjoying my time off of not doing anything. I caught up with my favorite reality television show Kept now that it is officially over. I can't believe that she chose Seth. Maybe its just me but I so would have chosen Anwar over any of the rest. What a lame celebrilite. Now its time to catch up with Big Brother and Real World. I still need to do a video and get in on the next wave of auditions for Real World. That sounds like a great next step for my career.

Anyway, back to the pool. Don't you wish you could be me.

It is only the second day back in my parent's house and I'm already going crazy. I went almost 22 hours without a cigarette because I don't have money to put gas in my car or a reason to leave. I just thought I was going to die. On the other hand, my mother told my brother that I was really irritable. Great. Just what I need.

First night back and my mother will not stop hounding me about looking at her new Barbie acquisitions. Yelling down the stairs, "Shane come and see what I bought." "No." "But you haven't seen my new Barbies." "I'll look at them later." I don't think she realizes that I will be in town for awhile.

My brother also quit his job and is planning on moving out of town. He hasn't told my mother yet. Yay for two unemployed sons. Good thing my sister-in-law and sister both have jobs at the same place that my brother is applying to. Maybe I should try to work there too. Oh wait, I would stab myself. It wouldn't take a day to work at a security place watching security cameras and answering phones to make me stab myself right in the jugular.

I cannot wait to get out of this town. And on that note, the tour might have been cut down even more. By future professional actor, I mean temporary professional actor. I need...NEED to start auditioning and applying for jobs. I think that I will just not spend any money and then leave as soon as the tour is done and move to one of the big cities with one of my free places to stay. Who cares about a job. I can get one of those. Hope you are having fun. Sorry about the pissy mood. I think I'm gonna sneak out for a smoke. Night peaches.

The Jenorama and I singing karaoke on her wedding night.


And like I promised, the picture of me getting thrown out of the Dukum. And you thought I was making that shit up.

I have all my stuff in my car that will possibly fit. That means not everything. This assures me and everyone else that this will not be my last time in the Kville. Random encounters with people that I haven't seen in months just makes me all that more reluctant to go. I did get a call today about my job for September. That made me really excited. We'll see how the talk goes. I hope more cutbacks haven't been made. That kinda sounded like the case but I have to go on this tour. It is my only way to escape Missouri. It will be the first time that I have basically travelled on my own. Its always been with someone that I know or to someone's house that I know. But this will be a month and a half with someone I don't know seeing people that I don't know.

JBA is over. Done. I already got an email from one of my favorites telling me that she didn't cry when we hugged goodbye but when she realized that that might have been the last time we would ever see each other, she cried. It was so cute an email. I burned her a CD and she says that she hasn't stopped listening to it. It is really different from the country music that she is used to hearing being from rural Missouri. I hope she enjoys it.

I don't think I told you about the best experience at JBA. This kid (one of my other favorites) came up to me at the dance and asked me if I was "a homosexual". I replied yes and then he told me that he thought he might be bisexual and that he might have a crush on a boy at the camp. I felt like a role model at that moment. And plus, you try explaining why you are gay only using the phrases "make out" and "love". There is a lot more to it than that in my book. But I think he got the gist of why I'm not in a relationship with a girl.

I really just can't believe that it is all over and done with. No more hiding cigarettes from kids (now its just parents). No more 20 hour days. No more having to be nice to certain annoying 13-16 year olds. But also, no more awesome students with awesome stories to tell. No more crazy antics and getting to be a face-eating zombie. I doubt if I would be able to go back, but if I can, you better believe that I will. It was quite rewarding.

Still have no computer and in fact, it is sitting broken in my car. Blah. I'm going to go get deodorant so I'm not stink boy today.