"A Hand of Bridge"

Went to the Opera tonight.

90 minutes of scream-- i mean singing.

There was improv, and comedy, and a drama, and shootings. It was like a Soap Opera on stage.

A very small stage, where you could see the actors in the corner trying to hide in the corner, but nevertheless a very interesting sight.

I didn't cover my ears and cry for mercy, that should be a sign.

But i did "night" dream, and was tempted to draw on my hand. again.

You think you meet all the cute boys in the film department. NO WAY. Go to an opera. Cute boys, who can sing, now thats what i call, hott.

More tomorrow. I'm exhausted, my feet hurt, and i got chased by a bum today from subway. SERIOUSLY.

As i was making my way to my "safe haven" subway, there was a guy standing around the corner(or as i call it the halfway point to heaven. I LOVE YOU SUBWAY). I guess i picked the wrong time to do my sympathy smile.

After asking if he could "talk" to me, he wanted to know if i minded being hit on. Sure i don't mind being hit on, but maybe not with a dude who could only take me the 99 cent store for a date. After shrugging him off, i made my way to subway, and tried to sneak out unseen by the bum. As i was heading back to my dorm, i turn around to see the bum a block down(having had followed me ) and doing the "where are you going" shrug.

So what did i do.

Ran like hell.

I mean like hell.

Ducked into the Biology building, where i hid in a corner for 15 minutes.

I think i deserve a break.

The bum, the opera, and a history paper to write.

Yeah. I've had enough for one day.