A Bunch of Unexpected Little Things
I have received all of my Spring Semester grades. Right now, I think I'm right on the edge of the GPA I need to maintain to keep my scholarship. I won't actually know until August sometime...but cross your fingers for me!
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On Saturday, luriddreamscape and I went to my 10 year high school reunion. It was...odd. To be completely honest, I had a great deal more fun than I expected to.
Highlights:
-- Surprisingly, I was pleased at how good everyone looked and how happy they seemed. I was expecting to enjoy a little good old fashioned shadenfruede, but I really didn't have the opportunity. It's probably for the best, since every time I'm looking forward to really enjoying someone else's suffering, I just end up feeling depressed and a little dirty.
-- One fellow in particular, with whom I've not been good friends since, oh, kindergarten, came up and bear-hugged the hell out of me (he's roughly 80 feet tall). He went on to gush to luriddreamscape about what a genius I was and how much he admired me. This really speaks more to the relativity of such things and the nature of what surrounds a person in Belfair, WA than it does to my actual intelligence, but the sentiment was awfully nice.
-- At least a half-dozen people seemed genuinely impressed with what I'm doing with my life...double edge: apparently some part of me still cares what those folks think of me. Silver lining of the double edge (it's a lycanthrope killing blade): the biggest high-fives came from a couple of people that I'd actually been friends with, just grown apart from.
-- Really hilarious reminiscences about high-jinx up to which I got all the way from first grade to the later days of high school.
-- Sub-Highlight: Apparently, sometime in (I guess) the tenth grade or so, my best friend Kevin and I stole my mother's car and went to visit the girl I was...interested in. I had completely forgotten, and still only vaguely recall, these events. I guess I was a wilder child than I'd thought.
-- Actually reestablished contact with said best-friend Kevin. It was really, really good to see him. We shared a lot of good times over not a few years.
-- Got to briefly see The Girl I Should Have Noticed in High School. This girl was great, and is greater now, and I totally, utterly, stupidly missed that boat.
-- Finally, also spent a little bit catching up with My High School Crush. I use this term loosely, since a more realistic analysis might involve the terms "obsession" and the time frame "from fifth grade until I graduated college." To the point where I might have considered stealing a car to visit her. Apparently. On the mixed-feelings side: unlike a lot of My High School Crushes, I didn't re-meet her and think, "Oh-my-god, what was I thinking!!?" I can, in fact, entirely see the appeal. She still looks great and somehow our banter has only improved. Still, it's nice to be able to look back and know that she was never, ever the type of girl I would have wanted to get into a relationship with. Plus? Now she's all married n' stuff. Anyway, I think I've probably dropped down to the actual crush level at this point.
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In other news, yesterday I got a call from luriddreamscape telling me that her backpack had been stolen. From her desk. At work. While the office was full and she was in the next room.
Leaving out any angry statements about where she works or the SERIOUSLY sorry state of security in the building, I will say that I'm feeling fairly frustrated at the underwhelming response her employers have had to this incident, especially since this is the second time it's happened THIS YEAR!!
Anyway, the result of this is that luriddreamscape is using my bus card and I'm using the motor scooter lent to me by the ineffable Yellow Deer to commute too and from the Attorney General's Office for my internship.
Oh, wait...did I mention? I'm doing an internship at the Washington State Attorney General's Office this summer.
Anyway, again, the final kicker? Upon our return home, I went to my wallet to order food. Lo and behold, I had left my bank card in an ATM downtown.
Does anyone remember how to get cash from the bank without one of those cards?
Do they still keep people in there?
* * *
On Saturday, luriddreamscape and I went to my 10 year high school reunion. It was...odd. To be completely honest, I had a great deal more fun than I expected to.
Highlights:
-- Surprisingly, I was pleased at how good everyone looked and how happy they seemed. I was expecting to enjoy a little good old fashioned shadenfruede, but I really didn't have the opportunity. It's probably for the best, since every time I'm looking forward to really enjoying someone else's suffering, I just end up feeling depressed and a little dirty.
-- One fellow in particular, with whom I've not been good friends since, oh, kindergarten, came up and bear-hugged the hell out of me (he's roughly 80 feet tall). He went on to gush to luriddreamscape about what a genius I was and how much he admired me. This really speaks more to the relativity of such things and the nature of what surrounds a person in Belfair, WA than it does to my actual intelligence, but the sentiment was awfully nice.
-- At least a half-dozen people seemed genuinely impressed with what I'm doing with my life...double edge: apparently some part of me still cares what those folks think of me. Silver lining of the double edge (it's a lycanthrope killing blade): the biggest high-fives came from a couple of people that I'd actually been friends with, just grown apart from.
-- Really hilarious reminiscences about high-jinx up to which I got all the way from first grade to the later days of high school.
-- Sub-Highlight: Apparently, sometime in (I guess) the tenth grade or so, my best friend Kevin and I stole my mother's car and went to visit the girl I was...interested in. I had completely forgotten, and still only vaguely recall, these events. I guess I was a wilder child than I'd thought.
-- Actually reestablished contact with said best-friend Kevin. It was really, really good to see him. We shared a lot of good times over not a few years.
-- Got to briefly see The Girl I Should Have Noticed in High School. This girl was great, and is greater now, and I totally, utterly, stupidly missed that boat.
-- Finally, also spent a little bit catching up with My High School Crush. I use this term loosely, since a more realistic analysis might involve the terms "obsession" and the time frame "from fifth grade until I graduated college." To the point where I might have considered stealing a car to visit her. Apparently. On the mixed-feelings side: unlike a lot of My High School Crushes, I didn't re-meet her and think, "Oh-my-god, what was I thinking!!?" I can, in fact, entirely see the appeal. She still looks great and somehow our banter has only improved. Still, it's nice to be able to look back and know that she was never, ever the type of girl I would have wanted to get into a relationship with. Plus? Now she's all married n' stuff. Anyway, I think I've probably dropped down to the actual crush level at this point.
* * *
In other news, yesterday I got a call from luriddreamscape telling me that her backpack had been stolen. From her desk. At work. While the office was full and she was in the next room.
Leaving out any angry statements about where she works or the SERIOUSLY sorry state of security in the building, I will say that I'm feeling fairly frustrated at the underwhelming response her employers have had to this incident, especially since this is the second time it's happened THIS YEAR!!
Anyway, the result of this is that luriddreamscape is using my bus card and I'm using the motor scooter lent to me by the ineffable Yellow Deer to commute too and from the Attorney General's Office for my internship.
Oh, wait...did I mention? I'm doing an internship at the Washington State Attorney General's Office this summer.
Anyway, again, the final kicker? Upon our return home, I went to my wallet to order food. Lo and behold, I had left my bank card in an ATM downtown.
Does anyone remember how to get cash from the bank without one of those cards?
Do they still keep people in there?