What A Day I Had!

So, I had a fun day yesterday. Despite the inclement weather (aka overcast for like 4 straight days with nothing but a sprinkling of rain.....it just looks gross) I made the best of a crummy day. First me, my friend Steven and his boo went to Target and did a little grocery shopping, because I don't know if I told you all about the new diet that I'm on: Every weekend, I consume numerous frozen treats, usually varying between bomb pops, push ups, and ice cream sandwiches. Then, I wash that down with a plethora of bowls of Cocoa Crispies cereal and Minute Maid Raspberry Lemonade. Now under this strict diet, it requires you to spend at least 10 hours a day either sitting in front of a computer screen, or a television screen, preferably both. Under this new regimen, I have not only not lost any weight, but I have not even weighed myself since before I started. Now if that's not determination, I don't know what is.

My friend Ricky (unaware of my strict diet) agreed to go thrift store shopping in Silver Spring, Maryland with me, giving me an excuse to break my diet. I mean, aren't you supposed to take a day off diets once in a while? So, we both hopped on public transit from our respective homes, met up in the downtown Silver Spring area, and proceeded to wander around looking for thrift stores and such, in the shitty mist that presented itself as rain. Because Ricky wasn't enjoying the shitty mist, we only went to the one that was close enough to walk quickly to. By the time we figured out where it was and got there, they were 5 min from closing for the day. We were able to do a quick perusal of their inventory (not alot, two 3-foot rows of men's clothes, whoop...) but I did find a book, the cover looked really interesting, and for 50 cents I figured that if it sucks it was still worth it to buy and find out. The book is titled The Big Book of Misunderstanding, by Jim Gladstone. I saw the title, and it spiked my interest. So I pulled it off of the shelf, and I saw the cover. It was probably one of the most intriguing covers that I had seen in a while. I then scanned the back, and saw that it was a novel narrated by a 22-year-old and it talks about his crazy family. At that moment, I was sold.

I get it home, only to find out that a): it's a work of gay fiction, and b): it's an AUTOGRAPHED copy! how random is that? I would say that it's really random, at least the part about it being a gay novel, but I seem to have a sixth sense for gay literature. I don't know what it is about me, but I can think of at least 3 times off the top of my head, one of them being Invisible Life (the book that essentially lead to my coming to terms with my sexuality as well as awakening it), that I randomly picked up a book because the cover struck something in me, took it home without knowing what it was about, and found out that it was a gay book. In terms of Invisible Life, I saw some girl reading it, saw the cover, and was instantly infatuated with finding out what book it was and giving it a read.It changed my life. Now I am not saying that this book will have such a profound effect on me, but the fact that I would randomly find a personalized copy of a book about a 22-year-old gay man in a small thrift store in another city right before they close for the day seems like a pretty big coinky-dink.

After we left the thrift store, we strolled around the shopping area doing what we always do: checking out cute butts and talking about what aspirations we have.

Since the shitty mist wasn't going anywhere and we wanted to keep hanging out, I convinced him to come and see Slumdog Millionaire at, guess where? The AFI Silver Theater!! The theater we were in was beautiful. It didn't so much have that Grand Ol' Opry feel, but it just felt better than the other theaters that I have been to; it had character. They are going to be starting a Paul Newman tribute, so I definitely cannot wait to go back. And Ricky loved Slumdog Millionaire, so that made it all the more enjoyable. Then we each went home, and I went back to my diet. All in all, it was a great day........ despite the shitty mist.

I have recently become obsessed with Diablo Cody, the writer of Juno and United States of Tara. She's a longtime blogger, stripped for a year, wrote an Oscar-winning comedy about a pregnant teenager, and now writes about a mother with multiple personalities and her wacky family, what's not to love? I also just finished watching Terms of Endearment. Such a good movie, I can't believe that I never watched it before. Shirley MacLaine is amazing, period.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's an ice cream sandwich calling my name.

P.S. I just realized that I can check thrift shopping and AFI Theater off of my goals list! Wohoo!