The initial blast, it just knocked me off of my feet!
Aha, so more updateness. I'm growing to like this, actually.
Where did I leave off yesterday? Ah, yes, before the party and not finding anything to wear. Well, suffice to say that I did. Finally. And, I nearly blew up my lunch in the microwave.
Good times. But really, being home alone all day was loads of fun. I get to jam, to sing, to dance around the house while doing chores, and no one was there to say I'm insane. I didn't break anything, either! I think I'm finally starting to develop that thing we call mind-limb coordination. It feels good.
Charlie's party was brilliant. I was reminded of how shy I am around strangers, I knew nobody except Charlie himself, his mom, Robert, Kim, and Havivi. But it was fun. Robert had got together a jazz combo from school, and they were good! Travice, Deandra, Danica, Raul, Walis, Dorsey, some others, and robert himself, and they were eeeeeeep! That's all I can really say. I'm no connaiseur of music, but... And then they blasted my ears off, but that was cool, too, for I don't need those oval lumps of flesh hehe.
Charlie got presents, lots of money, and Robert did us all the curtasy of being narator. Of course, as he put it, "In a room full of blind people, the narator cannot see the present," but other than that and robert dropping his guitar with a resounding thump, it worked flawlessly.
There were renditions of "In Heaven There is no Beer," on the piano and guitar by Charlie and Robert respectively, wrestling, strangulation via the bean-bag, food, rootbeer, Charlie getting shot in the arss by an airsoft gun, and Kim fought her food, and the food won. She kept trying to speer the noodle on her fork, it escaped, and when she finally got it, stupid noodle flew down her shirt!
Good stuff. Charlie's cousin Oliver's really cool, southern accent and all.
So was everyone else!
Going home was no good, but I was glad when I got there. I talked to my wonderful one round the clock, and sleep was good. Really good.
Now it's londry, studying for my last finals, and Miguel's bringing lunch soon, squee.
End of year party next Friday, after which there's a bonfire coctail party at Lady Tree's, the Goth place, shopping next Saturday, maybe hanging with Alex Sunday, and then my angel comes.
It's getting closer, and it's lovely.
<33
PS Miguel just brought me back my ring ceremony pictures, whoooooo! And, no, Trevor, I cannot send them to you for he took them with an ordinary camera, not a digital, so wait you must! Ah, I'm evil.
PPS Ring ceremony was amazing! That sort of moment full of happiness, screaming, hugging, dancing, and pride. The one that's so perfect but you know doesn't last. The once in a life time experience that feels like it's over before it begun but you know you'll never forget.
PPPS I'm so done.
Where did I leave off yesterday? Ah, yes, before the party and not finding anything to wear. Well, suffice to say that I did. Finally. And, I nearly blew up my lunch in the microwave.
Good times. But really, being home alone all day was loads of fun. I get to jam, to sing, to dance around the house while doing chores, and no one was there to say I'm insane. I didn't break anything, either! I think I'm finally starting to develop that thing we call mind-limb coordination. It feels good.
Charlie's party was brilliant. I was reminded of how shy I am around strangers, I knew nobody except Charlie himself, his mom, Robert, Kim, and Havivi. But it was fun. Robert had got together a jazz combo from school, and they were good! Travice, Deandra, Danica, Raul, Walis, Dorsey, some others, and robert himself, and they were eeeeeeep! That's all I can really say. I'm no connaiseur of music, but... And then they blasted my ears off, but that was cool, too, for I don't need those oval lumps of flesh hehe.
Charlie got presents, lots of money, and Robert did us all the curtasy of being narator. Of course, as he put it, "In a room full of blind people, the narator cannot see the present," but other than that and robert dropping his guitar with a resounding thump, it worked flawlessly.
There were renditions of "In Heaven There is no Beer," on the piano and guitar by Charlie and Robert respectively, wrestling, strangulation via the bean-bag, food, rootbeer, Charlie getting shot in the arss by an airsoft gun, and Kim fought her food, and the food won. She kept trying to speer the noodle on her fork, it escaped, and when she finally got it, stupid noodle flew down her shirt!
Good stuff. Charlie's cousin Oliver's really cool, southern accent and all.
So was everyone else!
Going home was no good, but I was glad when I got there. I talked to my wonderful one round the clock, and sleep was good. Really good.
Now it's londry, studying for my last finals, and Miguel's bringing lunch soon, squee.
End of year party next Friday, after which there's a bonfire coctail party at Lady Tree's, the Goth place, shopping next Saturday, maybe hanging with Alex Sunday, and then my angel comes.
It's getting closer, and it's lovely.
<33
PS Miguel just brought me back my ring ceremony pictures, whoooooo! And, no, Trevor, I cannot send them to you for he took them with an ordinary camera, not a digital, so wait you must! Ah, I'm evil.
PPS Ring ceremony was amazing! That sort of moment full of happiness, screaming, hugging, dancing, and pride. The one that's so perfect but you know doesn't last. The once in a life time experience that feels like it's over before it begun but you know you'll never forget.
PPPS I'm so done.