PRCM 2009 In Pictures

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Music “Never Think” by Robert Pattinson

The Other Day With Ruby Collins

The other day I got my hair done. I colored it purple-y red. The color still doesn’t make me not look like a lesbian. I cut my hair off short two months ago and have been growing it out since. In the past two months I’ve been hit on by several women. And no men. I also spent fifty bucks on fake hair to stick on my head, which I haven’t done yet. I think I’m afraid of it. Do I want to have lesbian hair, or fake hair that I’m sure all of my friends will make fun of me for? It’s in the bathtub, waiting for me to rinse it out, haunting me. I’ve also spent the last two months blaming all of my personal failures on the fact that I cut my hair off. I should feel guilty about complaining about it. After all, hair will grow, and there are people out there with actual problems they can’t just grow out. The chimpanzee attack lady can’t “grow out” her eyelids back. And I’ve been watching ‘Jersey Shore’. Those dudes are never going to stop fist-pumping and drinking Jagerbombs. I guess the chimpanzee attack lady can get fake eyelids. Or wear sunglasses. I’m doing the extensions.

It’s not totally hopeless. I’m currently stalking my video store guy. That’s something I still have the confidence to do. I love how we met. Ghostbusters got stuck in my DVD player. I happened to be near the video store and walked in to see if my entire DVD player would fit in the drop slot and asked the video store guy if he could take it out. He asked how it happened and I, without pause, shared the story of me falling asleep watching the movie, holding my cat, like you do. I thought it was adorable that my cat cuddled with me and then I realized it was only because I had her in a sleeper hold. Video store guy is cute. I should not have talked about my cat. When he offered to unscrew the DVD player the next day and I told him it was broken anyway so we should just smash it, his eyes lit up. That’s when I had him. So we set a date. I think I’m the only one who called it a date, but nevertheless, we would meet the next day and smash the Ghostbusters out of my DVD player.

We did not smash the DVD player. Probably because I was actually excited about it, and in my life that means it won’t actually happen. I did manage to awkwardly flirt with him for thirty minutes. Awkwardly. I think at one point I let someone go ahead of me in line because I was fake-tying my shoes. Smooth. The next week I rented more videos than I have in the past year. He was never working. That’s fine. I ran into him in real life. I immediately told him that I had been to the video store twice that day to see if he was working. I’m really good at meeting guys. Remember the fake-tying shoes trick? Take it. So, I haven’t been back to the video store.

My ex-boyfriend keeps trying to get me to online date. I thought it was lame. Then I remembered how last week I stalked a video store guy. Or maybe it was this week. You don’t know.
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The Other Day With Ruby Collins

The other day I went on a date. If you had told me that I would go see Wolverine with a guy who was NOT dressed up like Wolverine, and I was disappointed about it, I wouldn’t have believed you. Not only was my Wolverine date not costumed but is quite possibly gay. Gosh, I love dating.

When I first met this guy I thought, “He’s cute. Too bad he’s gay.” Not necessarily because he was dressed better than me or that he’s a hairdresser, but mostly because he was spending all of his time with another guy wearing a Fendi headband. Gay. We were having an all-day afterparty for a musical we were in, and throughout the day had many conversations, one of which was about the scars on his arms. Suicide attempt. A suicide attempt made when he lived in San Francisco. Gay? Since I am incredibly tactful, I responded to this story with, “There are plenty of things to jump off of in San Francisco. Why the hell would you cut yourself?”
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