the week(end) in review
Yes! So.
Thursday found me a bundle of nerves - I had racked up an impressive number of swats over thanksgiving break, and the boy had agreed to let me repay my debt that evening. All in all, it was a good first try - kind of predictible. I went, in the words of Sinfest, totally batshit loco, and i confused the bejeezus out of the boy. We talked it over, though, and I was (and am) still glad that trial and error of this kind hurts for a bit but is ultimately very okay.
Friday involved drinking and phenominally sweet brownies. High blood sugars make you dehydrated - fact - and the air is already really dry in here, so my body felt like it was made of sand - ugh. That was punishment in itself, but I still didn't test too often that day - not good.
Saturday started out great - I made a remarkable and hangover-free recovery, went to the bank and the grocery store (for healthy things!) and signed up for a machine at the gym, all before noon. I was a rockstar. And then I just sort of... dropped. And stayed at the computer til about 8:00. And ate and ate. And didn't got to the gym. I'm not quite sure what that was about, although I tend to react to my own responsibility like that (ie i act out as soon as i can after doing something particularly mature). Luckily, a phone call from S snapped me back into reality. Her and M's apt isn't so far away after all, M posesses a great quantity of Monstrous Carrots for Juice, and I do not see these people nearly enough. The boy, poor guy, had a huge project to work on, so we met up with him later at... the party!
I'm getting more and more comfortable at play parties; i usually bounce off the walls because i turn giddy when i'm nervous. this time was much more chill - the things that squick me (ie piercing) were behind curtains and a chest of drawers, which was perfect becasue i could hear everything (and talk to people if i wanted) but i didn't have to see anything. (i tend to have to look, car-accident style, at piercing, so this was awesome. also, coming later was kind of a good thing in this case, because people were already playing. maybe some of the atmosphere of "so... now what?" is what makes me nervous, a la middle school dances?
the boy spanked me again (in the for-some-reason-not-crowded living room). it was mean and it hurt and he kept doing it and i love him.
by the time he was done, K had come in to take a nap on the floor, and at his request we hit him with things! this was surprising. i've never really played with a friend before (S and i kind of know that we could never really play, it would be weird), but this was really freaking fun! of course, i had to make the maternal instinct shut up while i hurt my friend, but seeing him go "ow ow ow ow ow ::GRIN::" was enough to dispel my concerns. excellent. and then it snowed!
I spent Sunday with the boy, we mostly did our respective homework and ordered in to escape the cold. I got a little worried/upset and we talked... again, one of those situations where it hurts but then it's over and better than before. This, in particular, was a conversation about the boy topping me. And we had just kind of eased ourselves into an okay place when the boy remembered the coils of theatrical tie-line he had "rescued" from our latest show. And he said something about breast bondage (which he had mentioned before and i had agreed was an excellent idea). And so it went from him just half-tying me to see if it would work (it did) to tying me the rest of the way because why not, to one of the most fun scenes of all time, ever.
I mean, I had better get my ass on this testing thing, but if that's the kind of reward I get, i'm going to glue my meter to my hand...
Thursday found me a bundle of nerves - I had racked up an impressive number of swats over thanksgiving break, and the boy had agreed to let me repay my debt that evening. All in all, it was a good first try - kind of predictible. I went, in the words of Sinfest, totally batshit loco, and i confused the bejeezus out of the boy. We talked it over, though, and I was (and am) still glad that trial and error of this kind hurts for a bit but is ultimately very okay.
Friday involved drinking and phenominally sweet brownies. High blood sugars make you dehydrated - fact - and the air is already really dry in here, so my body felt like it was made of sand - ugh. That was punishment in itself, but I still didn't test too often that day - not good.
Saturday started out great - I made a remarkable and hangover-free recovery, went to the bank and the grocery store (for healthy things!) and signed up for a machine at the gym, all before noon. I was a rockstar. And then I just sort of... dropped. And stayed at the computer til about 8:00. And ate and ate. And didn't got to the gym. I'm not quite sure what that was about, although I tend to react to my own responsibility like that (ie i act out as soon as i can after doing something particularly mature). Luckily, a phone call from S snapped me back into reality. Her and M's apt isn't so far away after all, M posesses a great quantity of Monstrous Carrots for Juice, and I do not see these people nearly enough. The boy, poor guy, had a huge project to work on, so we met up with him later at... the party!
I'm getting more and more comfortable at play parties; i usually bounce off the walls because i turn giddy when i'm nervous. this time was much more chill - the things that squick me (ie piercing) were behind curtains and a chest of drawers, which was perfect becasue i could hear everything (and talk to people if i wanted) but i didn't have to see anything. (i tend to have to look, car-accident style, at piercing, so this was awesome. also, coming later was kind of a good thing in this case, because people were already playing. maybe some of the atmosphere of "so... now what?" is what makes me nervous, a la middle school dances?
the boy spanked me again (in the for-some-reason-not-crowded living room). it was mean and it hurt and he kept doing it and i love him.
by the time he was done, K had come in to take a nap on the floor, and at his request we hit him with things! this was surprising. i've never really played with a friend before (S and i kind of know that we could never really play, it would be weird), but this was really freaking fun! of course, i had to make the maternal instinct shut up while i hurt my friend, but seeing him go "ow ow ow ow ow ::GRIN::" was enough to dispel my concerns. excellent. and then it snowed!
I spent Sunday with the boy, we mostly did our respective homework and ordered in to escape the cold. I got a little worried/upset and we talked... again, one of those situations where it hurts but then it's over and better than before. This, in particular, was a conversation about the boy topping me. And we had just kind of eased ourselves into an okay place when the boy remembered the coils of theatrical tie-line he had "rescued" from our latest show. And he said something about breast bondage (which he had mentioned before and i had agreed was an excellent idea). And so it went from him just half-tying me to see if it would work (it did) to tying me the rest of the way because why not, to one of the most fun scenes of all time, ever.
I mean, I had better get my ass on this testing thing, but if that's the kind of reward I get, i'm going to glue my meter to my hand...