I wonder if anyone at school noticed that the first meeting of the Pride Alliance (read: homo club) is on October 11th, the national Out of the Closet day. Pure coincidence? Yes, but a funny one no less.

I have a new favorite season: Indian Summer. Trapped somewhere in the midst of October where the days have yet to be chilling, the nights still soothing, and the skies are constantly set in red as the sun rises and sets. And my henna tats stopped smelling like piss and actually smell like sandalwood.

Really should be working on that stupid script... but won't. Not now. Not while reading American Gods.

Rufus Wainwright anyone? He sang le french song (or at least that's what sis and I call it; never bothered to remember the actual spelling of the words) on the Moulin Rouge soundtrack and yes, his voice shreaks "cabare." Like Holcombe Waller yet raspier and a bit more melodic... if you can imagine that.

On the bus ride home I found it hard to fall asleep so I just sat there and listened to my Love#3 cd. Couldn't peruse my XY since I was letting Theo look at it till the bus got to his stop. Sometime during the trip home the aforementioned guy and another of his fem friends started singing LeAnne Rimmes' "How Do I" song from way back when.

Speaking of singing and the line "way back when," I need to polish up my singing and acting skills. One of the few plays I actually want to participate in this year at school is Hello Dolly. Personally, someone should suggest The Invention of Love as a possible production... but on the other hand they'd sooner let us stage Rocky Horror Picture Show.