two days to freedom
Yes, the glory that is spring break starts in two days, for which I really cannot wait. Things here have been rather more stressed than I usually prefer, and I am eager for that tension to break, already. I should be far happier, since i have been embarking on a lovely relationship with tea0box for the past month and a halfish and the sex, the sex is lovely, among other aspects. (There are MANY other aspects, by the way), but the sex is quite super and sometimes I feel as though I could not emphasize that enough, because, you know, rowr.
Roommate A knows about this lesbian living-in-sin but has stayed mercifully silent on the subject. As usual, I could kiss Roommate E. for her understanding and chillitude. Roommate A was also out until 5 AM last night (morning?) for reasons that remain mysterious. "Studying," apparently, but I suspect her of hidden depths.
I may or may not have been largely subsisting on ramen noodles and pop tarts, and I'm excited for dying of a sodium overdose. I have also been emotionally listening to music (Florence + The Machine, Imogen Heap, The Mountain Goats, etc.) because lady friend has to come out to her parental units and it is a difficult thing for one to do, it seems. I never even had a big Bisexual Moment with my parents, I don't think (i don't really remember, to be honest) but I never hid anything and I mentioned being in love with the girl that I was in love with in high school. So they know, and they know that I'm dating a lady at this moment. There is awkwardness, but I suppose I will see how things go when they meet her. They're going to like her, so that's not much of a worry. And they don't hate gays. I never really gave a fuck- or even really thought about- whether they would accept it or not. It seemed to be more important for me to have Introspection than for me to worry about their reaction. My lady is absurdly under the dominion of the people who spawned her, which is somewhat a source of contention between us. I love my parents, and we are tight as hell, but I am pretty committed to having my own life. I think my lady has to get to the same place.
In lighter but more disgusting news, some poor inebriated student vomited all over our hallway the other day, and it was only discovered this morning. Utterly foul. Also, I am vaguely jealous of those who are free enough to drink themselves silly on a tuesday night, as this entire week has been one long wish for a stiff drink.
In what-I-am-doing-with-my-life news, I was cast in quite a decent part in the Vagina Monologues, I will be in Gender Neutral Housing next year, I will have a garden this spring (expect more news on that nerdy score), I believe I did quite well on my Asian History midterm, I have a horn lesson this afternoon, and I am about to eat noodles. (I strive to provide up-to-the-minute updates). I also miss bygoshbygolly , like, terribly.
Roommate A knows about this lesbian living-in-sin but has stayed mercifully silent on the subject. As usual, I could kiss Roommate E. for her understanding and chillitude. Roommate A was also out until 5 AM last night (morning?) for reasons that remain mysterious. "Studying," apparently, but I suspect her of hidden depths.
I may or may not have been largely subsisting on ramen noodles and pop tarts, and I'm excited for dying of a sodium overdose. I have also been emotionally listening to music (Florence + The Machine, Imogen Heap, The Mountain Goats, etc.) because lady friend has to come out to her parental units and it is a difficult thing for one to do, it seems. I never even had a big Bisexual Moment with my parents, I don't think (i don't really remember, to be honest) but I never hid anything and I mentioned being in love with the girl that I was in love with in high school. So they know, and they know that I'm dating a lady at this moment. There is awkwardness, but I suppose I will see how things go when they meet her. They're going to like her, so that's not much of a worry. And they don't hate gays. I never really gave a fuck- or even really thought about- whether they would accept it or not. It seemed to be more important for me to have Introspection than for me to worry about their reaction. My lady is absurdly under the dominion of the people who spawned her, which is somewhat a source of contention between us. I love my parents, and we are tight as hell, but I am pretty committed to having my own life. I think my lady has to get to the same place.
In lighter but more disgusting news, some poor inebriated student vomited all over our hallway the other day, and it was only discovered this morning. Utterly foul. Also, I am vaguely jealous of those who are free enough to drink themselves silly on a tuesday night, as this entire week has been one long wish for a stiff drink.
In what-I-am-doing-with-my-life news, I was cast in quite a decent part in the Vagina Monologues, I will be in Gender Neutral Housing next year, I will have a garden this spring (expect more news on that nerdy score), I believe I did quite well on my Asian History midterm, I have a horn lesson this afternoon, and I am about to eat noodles. (I strive to provide up-to-the-minute updates). I also miss bygoshbygolly , like, terribly.