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I'll get to the Oscars, I will, but I think I have to get this off my chest first. I prayed for the first time in my young life ever last night, despite my agnosticism. Byron and I had a tumultuous weekend, you see. His ex-boyfriend Omar and my I-don't-know-what Mario went off to Iraq. Byron got into a bit of a fight with Omar. He wanted him to come out so he wouldn't have to go, and Byron was thisclose to going to Omar's base to show them pictures of them holding hands and making out, but he stopped. Omar and Mario aren't for the war. They don't think they should be in Iraq, but they don't have a choice, do they? It's do that or lose your scholarships and go to jail.

So. Mario. We have history. I think I broke his heart several times in high school. I was with That Girl at the time, and I wanted to be exclusive even though I knew she was fucking everyone who was slightly more attractive than I was. And Mario, he would not stop asking me out. Flirting with me. Telling me I deserve better, and that he would reciprocate my feelings and wouldn't hurt me. But I was stupid. I was scared of boys, and I was scared of relationships with boys.

But. Mario came with Omar to say goodbye, and I was there with him, setting up for the Oscar party on Sunday. Omar remained friends with Byron and also me, but there has been an awkward tension between Mario and myself. So we went off to Byron's guest bedroom to talk. And we did. We talked. He told me he was scared and that he didn't want to die. And he told me that part of him was still in love with me. And then he told me that that was a lie, that it was more than just a part. And I told him to stop because I was going to cry, and I cried anyway, and he kissed me. And it wasn't supposed to go beyond that, but it did. And I think he made love to me. I don't know what else it could be called.

I'm fucking terrified. I'm praying to whatever sadistic higher power that may or may not exist that Mario and Omar and their troop come home safe soon. I'm going to write them, I guess. Every day. I don't know if they'll get the letters, but I'll try. I'll bake stuff, too. Brownies. Danish butterhorns. I'm a mess right now.

I'm not going to school today because I'm liable to burst into tears at any given time. I'm okay now, though. If I think Omar and Mario are going to be just fine, then they will. I hope.

So. Let's turn 180 degrees around and talk about the Oscars and the party we threw in its honor. It was a little more subdued than it usually is. Byron's party, I mean. But we still had fun. My favorite quote of the night was Melodie's, during the retrospective Oscar winners thing that went on for 10 hours. On Cuba Gooding, Jr.: "PLEASE go see Boat Trip. PLEASE. Seriously." Heh.

The gift basket included the following: Various pictures of me hugging Peter O'Toole and his wife Karen throughout the years, a little swatch of red carpet, a Joan Rivers comedy CD, a screen cap of Gael and Diego making out in Y tu mam tambin and a peace pin. Yeah. My mom's best friend is Karen, and she married Peter O'Toole, who was given an honorary Oscar last night. Consequently, our family became very good friends with Peter O'Toole and we see each other every year. We were invited to the Oscars, and I'm kind of kicking myself for not going since I wound up not going to school the next day anyway, but then I wouldn't have gotten to say goodbye to Mario. But... I don't want to think of it as a goodbye, because I want to see him again.

Oscars, right.

I agreed with pretty much everything Michael Moore said in his incendiary speech, but he could've been a little less sanctimonious. I'm pretty sure he's blackballed from the Oscars, which isn't fair. What happened to freedom of speech? Though... Winged Migration should've won. That took four years to make! And the photography was flawless! Come on!

Oh, Billy got in a good line about Colin's speech: "As you know, I was born in Ireland, and I speak English as a first language and Gaelic as a second. I'm pretty sure Colin's incomprehensible in both languages." Billy thinks Colin might have said the word "fuck" in there somewhere, but the word "fuck" pretty much translates to "rutting." I don't know.

I'm glad Adrien Brody won, but I still think Daniel Day-Lewis was more deserving. I wasn't expecting The Pianist to get anything. But... Adrien Brody has been on my crush list for a little while now, and he's not leaving. He should probably stop making out with other women though. Stop making out with Tori Amos! And Halle Berry! Ah. But he brought his mom to the Oscars. And he told the orchestra to cut it out, and then his speech made me sob, and he's a classy guy. He said everything perfectly.

Oh, and Nicole Kidman? If Russell Crowe tells you to do something, you do the exact opposite.

And a little bit more about The Oscars: Only Julia "Horsetooth Magillicutty" can take something and make it totally about her. "I know how I look at 5 in the morning, but at 6:45, however..." At 6:45, Julia? You still look like crap. You look like ass and you are are an ass. Gael, however, is hotter than ever. And Susan Sarandon found a very classy way of showing her stance without vocalizing it. The woman looks more beautiful in her fifties than Rene "Chipmunk Face" does right now. It's amazing.

Okay, I can't type any more. I'll answer some of the comments in my journal, and then I'll go back to sleep.

Peace.

Okay, it's three hours later, and I just woke up from my nap. I wanted to mention that Byron and I watched ice skating on Saturday to cheer ourselves up, and it worked. There was a Russian pair ice dancing to a psychobilly/rockabilly/swing medley. No, really. They skated to a Cramps cover tune of "Surfin' Bird," a Little Richard tune, and a Cramps cover tune of "Fever." Oh, and that Brian Setzer Orchestra cover that was so ubiquitous years ago. That's okay. The Stray Cats were pretty cool, so all is forgiven, plus they fucking ICE DANCED to THE CRAMPS? Mind you, in this song, the pronouns aren't changed. So Lux sings about a guy giving him fever, which is pretty cool. They won first place in ice dance. And the audience flouted the no flash photography rule for them because they were so awesome.

I'm going to try to boost my morale a little bit more by watching the new Strong Bad email. Okay. Bye. Peace.

Oh, I really need a peace smiley thing.