Ugh...this is NOT for parents, dear.

Because I depart for Europe in (checking watch) fifteen glorious hours, I will no longer be posting in this Blog. Wipe away your sorrowful tears, pussy--I will instead be posting in a new Blog, in conjunction with Theo. The link is as follows:

A Summer in Europe

Come visit us!

In other news, Theo and I had a rousing, intense sexual encounter this week. It was very enjoyable for me, and I hope he enjoyed it as well. We sort of...ahem...switched roles, and it was great to try my hand (or other appendage) at a different sport. Or rather, the same sport, but on the opposing team's side. Get the picture? Enough with the wasteful analogies.

I made about $3,000 from graduation, most of which came from my lucrative, yet hideous, graduation party on Saturday.

I'm pretty sure Erin's angry with me. Conversely, I'm angry at FremdErin, because she abandoned my party for a sudden choir trip to Toronto, and failed to tell me this until A.) I had driven to Inverness with Theo for her atrocious party, and B.) My party was in partial swing. I hate graduation parties, in principle and reality.

Hmm...nothing else. Lots to do tonight. Read the new journal.

Note to all--when planning international ventures, do NOT use STA Travel. At least, don't speak to their ignorant, rude staff.

Direct quotation from "Brandon": "What? They have curfews on these hostel places?"

I am not making this up.

It looks like my first night may be spent in the train station--the unwitting college student apparently could not find a single hostel in London for me on June 11. This shall be interesting.

T minus 24.5 hours until wretched party begins.
T minus 75 hours until wonderful Europe trip begins.

I'm under way too much pressure right now--disputes about Europe financing, car issues, the goddamn CAKE for the party...even lunch today caused a big uproar with my father, who couldn't understand why I wasn't hungry enough to eat a bratwurst link enveloped in "a cut-up hamburger bun." Perhaps I AM too spoiled. Why, however, should I change my dietary customs now? I'll have a month of starvation ahead of me...just let me have my CPK pizza, daddy.

And then Jesse's angry with me, and I'm sure most of my other friends are too--I havne't been able to spend much time socializing this week. I just can't wait to get on that flight (ignoring the fact that my french club and one of my managers from Gap will be joining me...lalala) and forget about the United States in its entirety.

Oh yes, and as the artificial whipped cream and toxic dye-ridden cherry on top of this frigid, unpleasant Mondae, I was subtlely informed today by my three best schoolish friends that I've "changed." This means, "I'm too homosexual."

Monday, Monday...la, la...la, la la la.

Aah, that's precisely why I didn't want to post first. I simply adore feeling foolish.

I've got a "case of the Mondays." And so did the woman whose car I struck this morning. It's been a long, long day.

And so it goes.

Theo and I have been hassling each other about posting about prom. I insisted that he post first, because I really wanted to know how he felt about the prom experience with me, but as always, I acquesced and am here now, to write a few brief things down about prom.

The day did NOT start off as perfectly as I'd hoped, nor was it any sort of foreshadowing of the evening's happenstances. After I got the flower issues out of the way (I decided to acquire his boutineer from A New Leaf on the north side of Chicago, which was a wretched idea), the evening transcended those technical difficulties.

We flirted helplessly throughout dinner with each other. He looked as dapper and handsome as I had imagined. Pictures will be posted shortly.

One of the most surreal and wonderful things I'll take from this experience was dancing with Theo. I have a feeling the up-tempo dancing will be less awkward in Europe, but slow dancing with him was a feeling like no other. I had never felt so close to another human being, ever. It was beyond sex, beyond love, beyond all other forces, emotions: it was unadulterated perfection. And I know that's such a naive, predictable reaction to the experience, but I cannot think of a more appropriate way to describe the feeling.

As I held Theo in my arms and gazed at the twinkling Chicago skyline from our post-midnight cruise, I realized something. And I know, my more cynical and, quite frankly, practical readers may scoff at this next comment, including Theo himself no less: I really wouldn't mind sharing a great portion of my future with Theo. While I've thrown the phrase around with as much uncertainty, hesitation, and lack of precision as I would throw a baseball (Sports declined what?), I feel like now, I really know what this balderdash notion of love really is. It isn't necessarily the feeling I get when I'm with him--that's just a general feeling of admiration and content(ness)--I think it's more the feeling I get when I'm not, and want to do nothing else but see him, hear his voice, touch his hand, and love him unconditonally for ages and ages henceforth.

So yeah, I guess you could say that prom was pretty good.