For the past couple of days I thought about putting something, a new entry, here but I never really got around to doing it, mainly because I didn't think I had anything to say. But, as the whole blogosphere erupts in a mass orgy of "Last Post of the Old Year" I felt that I should join in too.

Let me digress a little. It's weird how people only do the things they should be doing all year round during certain periods of time. For example, every new year most of us will make new year's resolutions that will, hopefully, make us a better person - etc. But shouldn't we do this all the time? I mean, why wait for the new year to make us a better person when it would be very beneficial for us as a community/species to constantly renew ourselves. I guess most of us are lazy. I mean, it's understandable. We're so busy doing everything else, who has time to think about what we should fix, right?

Speaking of which, I've been working like crazy. I think the hospital is finally getting to me. I'm at the point in which I've worked there long enough to have a feel for each of my coworkers, their personalities and their flaws. And some of them I definitely do not like. And it's always a sort of trade off. I mean, I feel confident in what I do now, but I also have my preferences in working with certain people. Certain people get the job done while others don't. Which makes me, my comparison, a hard working individual. I guess.

So, the last two weeks, working around 70 hours (67.5 if I take out the lunches), I am glad to say that I am off until next year. Which is the most popular phrase at the hospital. "I'll see you next year! LOL!". One of my coworkers came up with a really good comeback - "Haha, here, take a grenade."

I got, for myself, a digital camera. It was a really hard decision because I have brand loyalty to Sony products but at the same time I know that there are other cameras out there who are better for the same price. But in the end, I don't know whether its the fact that other people also have brand loyalty to Sony or not but the customer reviews pointed me to another Sony camera - but the price was nice at $150. Earlier, I had gotten a $200 camera but it looked too nice and I was afraid of what my parents would think so I got the step down. So, the Cybershot S500 or whatever I got is decent. It uses batteries but its 6MP and 3x optical zoom with a large LCD and smooth movie mode. I'm satisfied. The picture quality could be a little better but whatever, I didn't pay that much on it.

This might be the very last post of the old year, I will do some new year's resolutions. Please, don't shoot me. Just love me.

5. Save money.
4. Write more. Especially on my future novel. About ninjas and the like.
3. Read more. I've been reading the Bible and its pretty interesting. Mostly boring, especially when they go through the genealogies of peoples. But I want to branch out. I don't know if I'm ready to tackle War and Peace that is sitting on my end table.
2. Study more. Self-explanatory.
1. Think about what I say and do - more. My mouth has gotten me into a lot of trouble this year. And so have my actions. Simply, I should be less dumb.

Go ahead, tell me what I should change. I bet you have lots.

So this weekend Chris and I visited the great city of New York City.

Getting to NYC was something of an adventure since Chris couldn't drive and I never like to drive. I picked him up at his house and I had to meet his father to get permission or something. But meeting his father - for me, was different than his father meeting me since I'm kind of going out with his son. But his father was nice and didn't really grill me or anything. His father had recently broke his hand in a motorcycle accident. So I had to shake his hand with my left hand to accomodate for the fact that his father's right hand was broken.

We took the PA Turnpike, then the NJ turnpike and after that everything else just kind of went downhill. The exits that Google maps produced were not anywhere in site and we thought we missed something so I had to go in and ask some gas station attendees for directions. A couple of times. But I guess thats the whole pizazz of a roadtrip. I mean, we're bound to get lost. Two suburban - good looking suburban - kids cannot hope to navigate the open world without a snag or two - of a dozen. But it was fun spending time with Chris in the car.

We got to Chris' uncle's house in Brooklyn fine. We parked outside and I was actually surprised that it wasn't as shitty as I had expected (I mean, I just thought everything in NYC is expensive and crappy, right?) But anyway. So, we've been calling his uncle every so often every since we started out but he wasn't picking up. Plus Chris' phone isn't very good at staying on. So here we are outside, in front of the door to his uncle's apartment door and we're ringing the doorbell and calling him without success. Chris and I were in the dumps. Sad. We looked at each other and decided to go home. Fuck it. Just leave. Actually, Chris decided to leave and I just went along with it because I didn't want to leave. But five minutes into leaving, we got lost so we called one of our friends in NYC and decided to visit him. But five minutes after hanging up with him, Chris' uncle called us - he had to use my phone since my phone doesn't shut off everytime there's something important - and we got lost again getting to his uncle's place. But that was quickly resolved.

The plan was for Chris to come out to his uncle via me. Me as the vehicle to his small little faggoty flame. But the actual moment was small and insignificant. I mean, Chris was just like, "Hey Uncle Jim. Here's dennis, the boyfriend." And his uncle was just like, "hm." We went up the stairs and into the apartment and met the uncle's partner Adolfo. We chatted a little bit. But it was mostly Chris and his Uncle Jim because I didn't know them very well and because I was so very tired. After the conversations, we saw The Devil Wears Prada. It was very enjoyable. Moreso when Chris and I were on the little seat thing without armrests holding each other's hands.

After this we went to bed. Or the correct thing would be "went to couch." because thats where we slept. Of course Chris got the good side and I got the side with the wooden bar or something. But nevertheless, spooning was fun. It was the first time we slept together and it was sweet. I love holding him or having him hold me. I didn't get much sleep though. Not because of the hot sweet sex (which didn't happen) but because I have a hard time sleeping in a stranger's house especially when I'm on the uncomfortable part of the couch. He smells so good.

In the morning, of course I woke up first at 7:30-8ish. But Chris wasn't up yet. Not officially. Naturally, my hands slipped down into his pants. Hey, his body is MINE. Teehee. But this didn't wake up him. Well, he did stir and everything and spooned with me. But it wasn't until 9 or so that he woke up. And just laying in bed, I love it.

Matt called us in the morning and asked us when we wanted to meet up. But Chris and I were busy not being busy so we told him that we called him when we were leaving. We didn't leave until 11 or so. We took the subway into Times Square. Met Matt and his boyfriend (Matt is my ex-bf FYI - for those who are not familar with my life). His boyfriend was this Asian guy with frosted hair and those dark thick rimmed glasses, black scarf and white canvas or whatever jacket. Matt sported a black leather? jacket and skinny jeans. I had told Chris before we embarked to meet these two that we probably will look dumpy compared to them. And we do. But I didn't care.

Matt, Chris and I were talking about whatever but his boyfriend - Jimmy - hardly said a word to us the whole time. He was always walking ahead. So I kept pushing Matt up ahead to walk with his boyfriend. I mean, I didn't want Jimmy to be lonely. Or whatever. Plus, Matt kept being mean to me. It's not a change because I'm mean to him too. And Chris was there to help me out.

It's our little thing, Matt and I. We make fun of each other. And Chris and I do that too. So combine everything and it was a whole lot of making fun of each other. A whole lot. And Jimmy didn't join in. But whatev.

We walked around and around NYC towards Central Park but we stopped in a few shops. But after a while of stopping into places that were too expensive for Chris and me, we just stopped and told them that we were circling the block and they can call us when they're done.

Central Park was nice. Although by this time I had gotten enough of Jimmy. I kind of wished it was only Matt, Chris and I since we have good conversations. Although I kept giving Matt the eye for continually making fun of Chris' college major. Sometimes Matt keeps up with the jokes - like last time I was with him and Charlotte. Matt kept doing that and I had to kick him under the table.

Anyway, we walked past the ice skating rink and Jimmy and I were trying to urge our respective boyfriends to go ice skating with us. But neither of them we willing so I gave up. But Jimmy and Matt took pictures at the rink. Chris and I decided to be antisocial and sit down. Chris was getting annoyed by Jimmy too.

After this, we started to head back. We were much quieter on the way back. That was because we were tired. It was a lot of walking. Once we got to the subway, Matt and I hugged. For all the trouble he is, Matt is a great friend and I'm glad that I remained friends with him after we broke up.

On the subway home, I closed by eyes to get some rest before the long drive home. Chris held my hand.

I'm happy inside.

Driving home, we got lost getting to the Brooklyn Expressway but after that it was pretty simple. We got Chinese food before we went home. Then we went home (can't you tell I'm tired of writing this?).

I realized something as Chris held my hand in the car on the ride home. That I really like this guy. And he really likes me. And perhaps it might even be love. Something I haven't really experienced. Not this kind of love. The kind I chose. It's different. And I love it. I love love. I want to spend more and more time with him. Doing whatever, I don't care. It doesn't matter.

I feel so lucky. And happy all over.

It was a good experience.

PS. The title of this post is an inside joke. In case Chris reads this.

So instead of studying for my organic chem final I have in...oh thirty minutes, I'm here writing about something that has been on my mind for quite some time now. Nevermind that I will be failing miserably on the orgo chem final and nevermind that my future is in question and I might be crying like a little baby later this month. This is important, dammit.

It's interesting how there are little groups of gay people. I was on Facebook the other day and you know how the home page has the RSS-like feeds of the activities of people? So I saw that there were these group of "good looking" gay guys who I happen to be friends with on Facebook (but not in real life) who added photos of them at a party - no doubt at one of their apartments. All of them were good looking, J Crew/Armani Exchange sweaters with fauxhawks or similar hairstyles. Most of them are white, a few were not. All of them had these "I know you're taking my picture but I'm going to act like I don't care." or "I know you're taking my picture and I am going to pout my lips to make me look gooood." But the thing that got me was that these people all hung out together all the time. Even the freshmen who were destined to be "A-Gay" were somehow assimilated also.

Where does A-Gay and B-Gay come from? Tom was reading me a short from "More Tales of the City" which had a chapter on it. The A-list Gays (A-Gays) and the B-List Gays (B-Gays). I do not belong to the A-Gays nor do I necessarily want to. I don't know how I would feel if I had an A-Gay boyfriend. But, who knows? So since I'm not A-Gay I must be B-Gay. I am definitely not C-Gay (the guys who don't socialize at all and who never get dates because they're too afraid to do anything and/or socially awkward).

I don't want to promote the whole Indian Caste system but that is what it feels like. I can never be a A-Gay because I'm not good looking enough nor rich enough. I'm not a C-Gay because I put myself out there for all the gentlemans callers. I'm a B-Gay and I'm happy.

I kind of want to be an A-Gay though. I mean, the good looks and money? That would be awesome.

I have a love-hate relationship with the "Senior Behavioral Unit" or whatever it stands for in the hospital. We call it "SBH" - senior behavioral hoochie? Anyway, its where the house all the deranged old people in the hospital. I have to visit them every so often to deliver medicines or record temperatures and stuff.

Usually I dread coming down there because of all the eccentric old people. But on Saturday I was greeted by a very nice patient. I don't know her name. Her hair was thinning yet still clung to its color, a brownish red with dark roots probably because she dyes her hair. She had those big 80 style glasses and she was dressed in grey sweats with a Christmas sweater on. She was walking around on the floor and passed me while I was waiting for a nurse to be free and sign in drugs with me. She comes around, faces me and says :

"Are you a volunteer?"
"No," I say, "I'm a pharmacy technician."
"Pharm-acy tech-nician?"
"Yeah, I help out the pharmacist."
"How old are you?"
"19"
"But you look like a baby!"
"Thanks."
"That's good. You keep those good looks of yours when you're older."
"Yeah, thanks. I hope so too."
"Don't worry, you will. Good luck son."

Now, thats refreshing. Quite a change from the usual, "She stole my fucking smokes. Look in her pockets, I can see them from here." or "My god, he pulled down his pants again.".

Old people, you gotta love them. Seriously. You have to.

So finally i received my PCAT scores back and I am pleased to say that I did well without studying. However, I received a very embarrassing score for the Chemistry section but hopefully that doesn't matter and they just look at the composite score. Hopefully when I take the PCATs again in January, I will be more competitive. But knowing me, no matter how much I study my score doesn't change that much. I'm good enough to be looked at but not an amazing stud.

Common Ground finally has a website. I still have to make changes to the pages and fix little things here and there but its good to know that everything is up for the world to see. And good thing that world does see it. According the the little primitive tracker the school put up, there are a couple tens of views per day. But I wonder if its accurate. I should put up a visitor count or something.

Temple University's Common Ground

Anyway, I sent in my application for Pharmacy school. I am so apprehensive. Like, I don't know what is going to happen. Ugh, I don't even want to talk about it.

Well, let's talk about last weekend. Last weekend I had a double dose of Chris. I saw him on Saturday. We went shopping. Speaking of which, I have this friend in my Organic Chem class who is infatuated with the fact that I am a gay guy and I have a boyfriend. She seems to think that it would be a good idea to hang out with us and go shopping or something. Never mind the stereotype, I keep telling her that we are very bad at being gay. For example, our shopping trip on Saturday we managed to buy one thing. Well, two things. One gift for Deanna (from me) and I got Chris a rubiks cube. We also bought ice cream. But I felt that we should have gotten pants and scarves and whatever else I would have gotten if I was with Matt, you know? Matt is THE gay guy. The ex also. But Chris and I just hung out and walked about and I personally liked that better. Plus, less money spending equals more money in the bank. Smart, huh?

Sunday I took him to the art museum. It was nice. However, the whole time I kept thinking whether or not it would be appropriate for me to hold his hand especially since it was such a family crowd. I decided against it. It was still cute that we kept bumping into each other or sitting close to one another. I think I might have kissed his cheek once, I forgot. But you know, I don't want a parent to come up to us and be all like "Keep that on the dance floor, faggot" but at the same time I didn't want to contain my raging homosexuality because of some conservative bitch. Ah, the controversy.

Linguistic NOTE: Controversy ~ conversation?

Anyway, afterwards we went to Rob's house for dinner and it was nice. Although I was a little disappointed at the menu (spaghetti) I didn't care that much since it was free and I was in a "safe" environment with a bunch of members of my church (teehee). We watched V for Vendetta and Saved! which are really good movies. I got to cuddle with Chris which made the whole no-hand holding thing in the museum way better. I didn't go home until 2 or so.

I might see him tomorrow even though I shouldn't. I am definitely staying home this weekend. I've got to study. UGH.