There was a big employee holiday party @ work tonight.  I worked the 3 - 11pm shift but it was slow and so I snuck my way up there a few times throughout the evening.  Jax orchaestrated the whole thing and I must hand it to her, it was damn impressive.  In addition to the 4-star catering, the bar, and the DJ, there was also a Las Vegas theme (complete with 2 Craps tables).  All of us who were stuck @ the desk all night went up there together afterwork and it was a lot of fun, ppl were dancing and drinking and dressed u, and of course they’re all just so freakin’ gorgeous that it’s almost obscene.  JerseyLisa was there and I tried unawkwardly to get some talk going but she barely said much, girls are so weird.  I officially backed off that whole flirtation weeks and weeks ago… but she just looked so good tonight and I was feeling especially rowdy.  Still didn’t get anywhere with it but I didn’t let it bug me.  I ended up getting snogged by Stefan anyway, which came out of nowhere.  It was nice actually, but the girls I work with went INSANE, screaming and howling.  One of them was like, “How come you haven’t kissed ME like that?!”  So I layed one on her too, which was awesome.  I spent the rest of the night having a blast — dancing, making out, and taking pictures with everybody (my new Sony digital cam is the shit!) on the dance floor — it was somewhat therpeutic.  I realized that I work with some really fun ppl.  It was really a great time and, for a moment I recognized how good it feels being part of a team.  Kinda cool.

The city is all buzzed about the whole MTA Transit Strike that’s supposed to maybe happen tonight.  I’m kind of torn about the whole thing.  I think they deserve to better taken care of, definately — city employees do not have the best jobs yknow?  But they could also do a hell of a lot better job than they do.  I wish just once I could get a subway conductor who knows how to NOT scream into the microphone @ 7am (when I’m half asleep) as he announces every single stop.  I have friends who are staying downtown with coworkers to be closer to their jobs in case of the strike… I haven’t really thought about whether or not I can get to work.  I’m not really that convinced that the strike will happen, I guess.  But more power to them, if they do.  There was this evil old woman on the train today who was screaming to the subway conductor, “I hope you lose your fucking job!” We all took turns punching her in the face. 

So my buddy Life @ the front desk just got his ass fired (among other things) this week.  Rumor has it that he was showing some guest a room and this horndog basically threw him onto the bed and proceeded to service said boy.  Life, being the eager-to-please nondiscriminating slut the is, happily obliged and then went on to brag about his little tryst to everybody in the front office.  Eventually, the story got back to a manager and thus, Life is no longer with us.  I’d probably miss him a lot more had he not straight-up hunted down my ex for a booty call just a week ago.  Yeah, see, for me? that kind of made his departure from Hudson uh, not fucking sad @ all.  Happy trails, kid.  Don’t let the auto-door smack you in the ass on the way out.

I’m so broke.  Funny how you just fall into this zone of work and home and sleep, and you suddenly realize that you have bills to pay.  Student Loans, Mastercard, T-Mobile, Time Warner, Verizon, Con Ed, rent… they all want a little peice of our souls.  Ain’t nobody getting any gifts from me this year, so I have GOT to @ least send out some Christmas cards… but that would require me to leave my room and go outside.

I think I might have to go see that Star Trek: Nemesis today.  My dad was a huge trekkie and we always had the full video set playing on a loop in our house, I feel like I have Vulcan blood running though these veins.  Also, Patrick Stewart is just too cool for words.  I’ve been watching a lot of TV.  “The Osbournes” have fially returned and are just bringing so much joy to the world.  The last eisode where Ozzy’s trying to build a campfire on the beach and the tide keeps coming in?  Hi-freakin’-larious.  He’s all, ”Stop it, ocean!  STOP IT!  Fuck off.  I said, FUCK OFF!”  Oh, and when he went fishing and baited the hook with cheese (b/c, you know, “… some fish like cheese.”)…  the man is just pure comedy, I love it.  I also tried to watch “ER” the other night.  I haven’t really tuned in since “The Clooney Years” but I remember it being so good that I figured I could just watch it and jump right back on the beat.  Um, didn’t happen.  Who are these ppl on the show now?  What happened to Julianna Margolis, where is she?  Is Carter still a student?  When did the little cripple lady become a lesbo?  I’m so confused.  I tried but I just couldn’t get into that mess.

BJ scares me.  He brought home a bread machine today.  A machine that makes bread.  Because, you know, suddenly he’s a Quaker or something.  He also uses a brush when he shaves, like one of those bowls with a wooden-handled brush.  I think he even makes the cream he shaves with, too.  I honestly don’t know what to do with this boy, I think I’m going to have to rename him Samuel and send him to live with the Amish.  I swear he would just ride a horse to work if we had the space for a stable.  BJ, please don’t start this insanity.  There’s no need, dude.  Bread costs $1 @ the Pioneer Market up on Dykeman St. and they even slice it for you.  Meanwhile, with your newfound new obsession with baking, where the hell are my blueberry muffins and fudge brownies?

Think I’m scheduled to work the overnight shift on Christmas.  What a world.

While I pretty much hate the clothes?  I am infatuated with the Gap models.  I want to be friends with them, I want for us all to meetup in the Village and go hang out @ Starbucks. Yes, they annoy the hell out of me when the try to sing but they’re just so earnest about it that I just like them anyway.  They’re sexy, they’re broody, they get sporadically cheerful and burst into song & dance.  See, they’re all bipolar like me.  What’s not to like?  They’re like this army of vacant, dead-eyed, sexy drones and I just fucking love it.  My pathetic idolization of these mindless fools just stems from my own deep and shameless aspirations to be one of them… although with my stats, I’d probably end up having to model for Gap Kids. 

Behold them.  Love them as I do.

I know I’ve been very vocal about my deep and undying repulsion @ her new “Stripped” makeover, but I just caught Xtina Aguilera’s new video on MTV and I must say, I kind of like it.  The song is a simple, sad ballad about being strong and brave and learning to embrace yourself and see your own beauty.  There’s this montage of all these ppl @ different low points of their day.  Like, there’s this young girl getting beat up by bullies, there’s two guys kissing on a bench and everyone’s looking @ them weird, there’s an aging drag queen staring @ herself in the mirror, there’s this gawky little kid lifting weights in his room, there’s a goth kid getting all these horrified looks from ppl on a bus… it’s really sad.  The lighting in the video is really nice though.  At the end of the song, all of the “weird people” just sort of have this little moment where they accept themselves.  The anorexic girl even smashes her mirror and smiles @ herself… which sort of doesn’t really change the fact that she’s still underweight and probably malnourished, but whatever.  The message was clear and positive and sort of made me go, “Aw.  That’s pretty cool.”  I liked how they picked all these underdogs and weirdos, and showed their fragility, and what they struggle with each day.  I also admire the balls it takes to put out a video (on TRL, no less) in which two young guys are full-out playing some major tonsil-hockey.  That shows moxie and progress and I think it’s fanatastic.

As for Xtina, I’m sure she’ll dry hump an entire fleet of sailors in her next video, but I must give her some props on this one.   She’s definately got an amazing voice and probably the bluest eyes in pop music.  Who knew she was gonna suprise me?  The skanked-out little ho-bag actually reached into herself and pulled out —rather than a used condom— something kind of pretty.  Wow.

who knew?

Firstoff, let me just apologize to everyone for neglecting my webjournal this past week.  I visited Jax in her office this morning on my way out of the hotel and she grabbed a stapler and literally smacked me across the face with it for ”slacking with the site.”  Ok, not really but whatever.  She’s a spunky one, that Jax, kind of gives off a dominatrix vibe.  I can see why she strikes terror in the hearts of all the women who work for her (and hard-on’s in the pants of all the boys @ Hudson — well, the straight ones anyway.  I think there are @ least like, two).  Oh, I also got everybody’s emails and can I just saw, Awwwww?  I had no idea how many of you are avid SpriteboyWorld.com visitors!  It’s so sweet and just really damn cool, and totally makes me feel really sort of um.. sad for all of you.  I wish you all had better lives.

I’m on my way out of here in a minute, have to head all the way out some remote place in Regal Park, Queens (which might as well be fucking SIBERA!!!) to do some voice-over shit for a film I worked on a few months ago.  Note my very NOT enthusiastic tone?  It’s a dark comedy called “Mission: Idiot” and I played an obnoxious teen popstar (loosely based on Aaron Carter) who’s about to get asassinated @ his first mall appearance.  You see, I’m not cute enough to land my face on American Idol 2, so I have to settle for poorly-organized, low budget independant film.  But I hear the director’s last project just got screened to amazing reviews @ the Toronto Gay & Lesbian Film Festival, which any self-respecting Metrosexual has to respect and acknowledge as pretty damn impressive… so, what the hell ever, it’s all who-you-know.  I still wish somebody could explain to me, though, how the hell my 23yr old semi-Filipino-looking, Irish-Mexican ass got cast as an all-American white 14 year old boy.

More updates to come, I promise!  Believe me, I have plenty of shit to bitch about.  Meanwhile, enjoy the new music I added to the pages! 

So I watched Legally Blonde on HBO today and I’ve come to the realization that Reese Witherspoon can do no wrong.  Those big, big eyes and her smile and cute little voice.  She’s so petitte and tight and tiny and I just wanna do naughty things to her.  She’s just adorable.  I was not always a fan of hers, though.  The wide forehead and tiny mouth sort of frightened me.  That car-driving scene in Cruel Intentions when she’s making those little demonic chipmunk faces? Hi, still scares me a little bit.  But you know what?  She’s cute and perky and I’ve decided that I love her.  She’d be the perfect pixie for this little sprite.    I’m officially keeping my eye on her from now on.

She’s married to Ryan Phillipe, which just breaks all kinds of laws in the Land of Beauty.  It’s too much, it’s just too much, I don’t think the world can handle that much hotness.  That baby of theirs is gonna be the antichrist, just watch.

I checked a guy into the hotel a few weeks ago, and I hooked him up with a pretty kickass room.  He was a portly man with a fade haircut and a fur coat.  It was a bit much but he seemed eager and I was feeling generous.  He even had a hoochie mamma all up on his arm, referred to himself as “Cocaine” and if that’s not class then I just don’t know what the hell is.  So anyway, he showered me with thanks and praises and asked for my card, so that he could return the hookup sometime.  It was late, I was bored, this guy was amusing me, so I jotted down my pager number and passed it onto the puff daddy (certain I’d never hear actually from him).  To my suprise, he ended up calling me about a week later to invite me down to his strip club for the evening and even offered to send a limo to come and get me.  I was being offered a ho — by somebody named Cocaine!!!  When did my life become an epsiode of MTV Cribs?  Using my better judgement, I said NO THANKS but wrote his cell number down… right next to his name.  Tie this to my tendency to lose things, like little scraps of paper and … Bad idea.  A few days later, my buddy Stefan came up to me in the breakroom @ work with a really concerned look on his face.  “Hey Chris?  Um, I found this peice of paper with some numbers on it? It looked like your handwriting and I, uh….”  He pulled out said slip of paper.  Totally my handwriting, with a phone number scrawled on it.  And above the number: COCAINE. ”… so um, did you need it back?”  I think I probably turned pale and shit myself.   I could practically see the dissappointment and confusion pouring from his eyes, and I tried to spit out the whole funny little story to him but, for some reason, it just sounded like this bigass lie.  I assured him that it wasn’t @ all what he thought and that, no, he could just throw the paper away.  Stefan just stared at me, clearly unconvinced.

So, I guess I’m the new druggie @ the front desk.  Dammit.  If I was gonna get whispers and gossip, I was hoping it would be something cooler, like “Is he or isn’t he?”   This whole little “The new guy’s a coke head!” rumor is just plain lame.  And now that Mr.Clean has pretty much fallen into social obscurity, my time must be near.  *sigh*  I swear, if I meet another person who calls themself anything drug-oriented, like Mary Jane or someshit, I will straight up punch them in the face.

So, it snowed today. It’s really pretty, and it’s stayed suprisingly white and deep.  Didn’t get all slushy and gray on us yet.  It came down like this ONE DAY this year, back in January when my mom and sister were visiting me.  My mom was convinced that she’s the reason it snowed, b/c she wanted it so much.  I didn’t tell her we got 6 inches today, it would just break her heart to know. 

I stayed in all afternoon and slept.  It was the PERFECT day off. 

It didn’t quite hit me that Christmastime is only a few weeks away, not until I walked into Target tonight and noticed an especially vast amount of RED.  More red than usual, and I’ll bet it was a reprogramming ploy.  Those ppl @ Target are a mastermind, the way they play all that cheery holiday music and lay all the merchandise out in such a way, makes it all just shine and beam and glow.  I just love that store, and I’ve almost come to terms with the fact that it just has this ability to weaken all my senses and kind of brainwash me.  I become a manufacturer’s wet dream, I’ll buy anything if it’s layed out attractively.  Tonight, I was overcome with an urge to purchase, started grabbing anything that looked cool and threw it into my cart.  Once I got to the checkout stand, though, I realized that I’m not a 1970’s pimp and somehow found the strength to put back the furry shag rug, the lava lamp, and the 20lb sage-scented candle.  However, I have no explaination for the 6 boxes of cereal i bought.

I love it that Dominoes is now open till 1am.  I’m thinking of sending them a thank-you note and offering them my first born son.

Ain’t it funny how angry the holidays can make ppl?  You’d think everyone would mellow and get all nostalgic and reflective.  A lot of ppl actually seem to go into ATTACK MODE.  I was racing down the subway platform to hop onto the A and slipped in right before the doors closed.  This poor woman who’d been running right behind me just barely missed the doors.  I’d practically thrown myself into the car when i jumped on, so I didn’t get a chance to hold the doors for her.  Well, when she got to the train and the doors closed, she went ape-shit.  It’s so grating on your nerves when that happens, but dude, you just have to deal.  This woman completely lost it.  Just snapped.  She flung her purse against the conductor’s car and just started screaming and cussing and kicking the train.  I think she was trying to summon the wrath of Satan.  At one point, she actually placed her hands against the plastic windows, leaned back and slammed her head against the doors like a fucking bull.  It was alarming and sad… and kind of funny.  The whole train was laughing.  You just have to wonder what drives somebody to such hysterics.  I sort of wanted to feel bad for her, but what exactly did she think would happen?   A person must be @ the end of their rope to freak out like a total fool that way. I swear, ppl make the best faces when they’re shreiking incoherently. 

Work continues to keep my ass thoroughly entertained.  The front desk has basically become the Mouth of Hell, I feel like a warrior on the battleground, standing to fight off the forces of darkness.  I keep waiting for the floor of the lobby to split open and for all the angry, evil guests of the past to rise up from beneath it.  And I envision the Hudson Team, an army of tall, focused, devastingly gorgeous ppl, all of them standing beside me, prepared to fight to the death.  “Troops, man your work stations!  Gain credit card authorization!  File the registration cards!  Check no guest in without a valid billing address!!!  Do NOT give in!  Do not fall back!  GOOOOOOOOOOO!”  I’m actually learning so much, there’s always a different situation to grapple with.  It’s exciting, truth be told, to deal with angry ppl and to try and defuse tense situations.  It just feeds into that whole masochist aspect of my personality, I guess.  Amidst the chaos, we do manage to have fun behind the desk.  My co-workers love to try and trip each other up, crawl up behind me while I’m with a guest and grope my kneecap.  It always kind of makes me jump.  I’m sure the guests only barely notice the sudden high-pitched tweak in my voice.