Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus
Today? Today was lame. I was supposed to have my first ballet class. I took the bus downtown, taking one that went to a slightly less convenient bus stop because I figured it wouldn't make any difference once I caught the second bus, and the first left ten minutes earlier.
I couldn't find the stop for my second bus.
I walked something like two miles uphill to find the dance studio. On the way, I was racially slurred by a black man. He tried to wave me over to "ask me a question", and I shook my head (frightened and upset because I couldn't find my bus) and said I was in a hurry. He got angry, and yelled that I didn't have to act like a "fucking honky", he was only going to compliment my hat. I ran away, and it was the closest I came to crying tonight.
Which was surprising, because by the time I had finally walked all the way from 3rd avenue to 12th, and I was tired and cold and worn out and SO triumphant at arriving just on time, there was a note on the otherwise deserted studio door saying that class was canceled. I had checked the website, and they specifically said that today there was a substitute, and next week was canceled. Which means I have to wait two weeks before I can go again.
I was so distressed, I turned around and walked almost all the way down 12th Avenue before realizing I hadn't made the turning on to Pine, and had to turn and walk all the way back to get to the turning, which was right by the dance studio.
The highlight of the journey was stopping off for a delicious cup of espresso, made by a barista who knew Stephen King, and talking to a guy who had worked on the coding for Assassin's Creed II. I also arrived back at Convention Place Station JUST in time for my bus, which if I had missed it, I would have had to wait a half hour for the next one. I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies, but I could have stayed home and helped boyfriend with the rest of his cello practice and played more Tron/Flynn, and instead I was sobbing and rolling around the streets of Seattle.
The Gunslinger, however, is going very nicely. I have just met Jake, and the slashy overtones are rolling. I can't wait for the second book, since I know the first has a VERY sad ending and will kill me a little on the inside. The second has Eddie and derp derp derp. c:
I couldn't find the stop for my second bus.
I walked something like two miles uphill to find the dance studio. On the way, I was racially slurred by a black man. He tried to wave me over to "ask me a question", and I shook my head (frightened and upset because I couldn't find my bus) and said I was in a hurry. He got angry, and yelled that I didn't have to act like a "fucking honky", he was only going to compliment my hat. I ran away, and it was the closest I came to crying tonight.
Which was surprising, because by the time I had finally walked all the way from 3rd avenue to 12th, and I was tired and cold and worn out and SO triumphant at arriving just on time, there was a note on the otherwise deserted studio door saying that class was canceled. I had checked the website, and they specifically said that today there was a substitute, and next week was canceled. Which means I have to wait two weeks before I can go again.
I was so distressed, I turned around and walked almost all the way down 12th Avenue before realizing I hadn't made the turning on to Pine, and had to turn and walk all the way back to get to the turning, which was right by the dance studio.
The highlight of the journey was stopping off for a delicious cup of espresso, made by a barista who knew Stephen King, and talking to a guy who had worked on the coding for Assassin's Creed II. I also arrived back at Convention Place Station JUST in time for my bus, which if I had missed it, I would have had to wait a half hour for the next one. I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies, but I could have stayed home and helped boyfriend with the rest of his cello practice and played more Tron/Flynn, and instead I was sobbing and rolling around the streets of Seattle.
The Gunslinger, however, is going very nicely. I have just met Jake, and the slashy overtones are rolling. I can't wait for the second book, since I know the first has a VERY sad ending and will kill me a little on the inside. The second has Eddie and derp derp derp. c: