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I feel like I'm having male menopause. I'm all sweaty and stuff. In April. WTF Batman. I'm going to take a shower, even though I was supposed to clean the bathtub. Oh, well. I put the Scrubbing Bubbles in like two hours ago without sweeping it up. I don't fall down and break a hip.

I've sent so many resumes this week and ... nothing. Tomorrow I will apply to be a bank teller. The ad said the job is in Brooklyn. I hope it meant somewhere in Brooklyn that is easy to get to, and not somewhere like the Flatlands.

I saw Stop/Loss on Monday, in the fanciest movie theater I have ever been to. I wasn't even complaining about the ticket price, because the seat was like my butt was on vacation. That said, I sat on the aisle in case I would have to pee, and there weren't a lot of people in the theater, but every time someone would walk by my aisle as if to sit in there I would give them this death look, like bitch, there are 300 seats in here, you don't need to be sittin' in my aisle ... it worked.

As for the movie itself, I think it was good, and important, but I also realize there is no way I can be objective about it when Channing Tatum is in a full military uniform and brooding. But from a more critical perspective, I will say that Timothy Olyphant is such a chameleon that we can now christen him the male Cate Blanchett. I never go out of my way to see him in things, but when I do he always brings it: geeky film student (Scream 2), high-strung film director (First Wives Club), sardonic drug dealer (Go), bad-ass porn director (The Girl Next Door), good-hearted gay photographer (The Broken Hearts Club), unflinching high-ranking military official (Stop/Loss) ... the man is good, people.

I make my return to Stout in three weeks. I'm already getting nervous about it, with my worries ranging from superficial (what am I going to WEAR???) to deeper (will I have another identity crisis? Should I lie and tell people I am loving New York, or tell them the truth, that I am unemployed, lonely as hell and, barring getting a kick-ass job once I am free of Brooklyn College, that I will have to move back in with Mike and Loretta sooner than later?).

My brother moved out today. That is ... weird, and I'm going to have to write a whole nother entry out of it someday. For two years I got to be the successful one and he got to be the one seen as a bit of a slacker, and now, it's flip-flopped and my brother is self-made and financially supporting himself and I am SO proud of him, but I'm also, like, wow, this sucks, because all of a sudden in the past six months he decided to become a grown-up and good GOD, there is no way in hell I can move back to Minnesota.