So yeah...
I am trying to be more social, I swear. I spent a good half hour hanging out with some of my fellow soldiers watching "My Super Ex-Girlfriend". A very funny movie, but instead of staying to schmooze I went to my room to watch Eddie Izzard doing stand-up and ended up watching the X-Files instead. Also in a slightly related vein I have decided to give stand up comedy a try. I am putting together the best act I can, with bits that include losing my virginity to a drag queen from West Hollywood and my bizarre fear of pregnancy. My first time will probably be only a quick 5 minute set. Yay for me! My birthday is coming I'm going to be 25, holy shit. I will be a real adult. Scary but true. And what do I think about being ushered into quarter century of life, I'm pretty neutral on the whole thing. See, I like who I am becoming more than who I was, so this aging thing isn't that bad. At least not yet. Oh, yes did I mention I have a Valentine? A German Valentine at that. The guy is like a cute puppy dog. And he asked in me in the sweetest manner possible. He said: "Can i be your valentine?" Now this is absolutely adorable for 2 reasons, both are probably fabrications in my crazy, crazy head, but I'll take them anyway. They are:
1) He asked via e-mail, which I think is weirdly sweet, like he was too shy to come and ask me himself. Now my rational mind knows he is a good thousand or so miles away and can't make it in person, but I am a woman and can dismiss ration at the bat of an eye.
2) He said "i" and "valentine" in lower cases, which I think gives an e.e. cummings like quality about the whole thing. That slightly self deprecating attitude "I'm not worthy of capitals" thing. Truth is he probably forgot to hit the "shift" key but that brings up the whole rational mind thing again. On top of all that he asked if I would have him as my valentine instead of the usual "Will you be mine" thing, offering himself instead of wanting to posses me. So it conjures an image in my head of a young boy offering a girl flowers with downward cast eyes and blush staining his cheeks. But like I said the whole thing is in my crazy head. Lord knows can over think things (can you tell?) Oh yes, and most importantly I have picked out my new tattoo, it's going to be of Ganesh made up of several of his names in sanskrit calligraphy. I'm psyched. I wanted to get it as a birthday gift to myself, but a shopping fit took over me and I splurged and bought new glasses. See I am to glasses as most women are to shoes. So I'm tickled pink. But I can't afford both this pay period. See this glasses kick is not my fault I was watching this French film called "delicatessen". By the guy who did Amelie (so you know it was visually stunning). But one of the characters had this great 40s/50s look and had the glasses to match and that was all I could think about for 48 hours while we were snowed in. So I caved in and bought the damn glasses. Anyway I'm off to the races, and very worn about the whole thing. Thinking about puppies....
1) He asked via e-mail, which I think is weirdly sweet, like he was too shy to come and ask me himself. Now my rational mind knows he is a good thousand or so miles away and can't make it in person, but I am a woman and can dismiss ration at the bat of an eye.
2) He said "i" and "valentine" in lower cases, which I think gives an e.e. cummings like quality about the whole thing. That slightly self deprecating attitude "I'm not worthy of capitals" thing. Truth is he probably forgot to hit the "shift" key but that brings up the whole rational mind thing again. On top of all that he asked if I would have him as my valentine instead of the usual "Will you be mine" thing, offering himself instead of wanting to posses me. So it conjures an image in my head of a young boy offering a girl flowers with downward cast eyes and blush staining his cheeks. But like I said the whole thing is in my crazy head. Lord knows can over think things (can you tell?) Oh yes, and most importantly I have picked out my new tattoo, it's going to be of Ganesh made up of several of his names in sanskrit calligraphy. I'm psyched. I wanted to get it as a birthday gift to myself, but a shopping fit took over me and I splurged and bought new glasses. See I am to glasses as most women are to shoes. So I'm tickled pink. But I can't afford both this pay period. See this glasses kick is not my fault I was watching this French film called "delicatessen". By the guy who did Amelie (so you know it was visually stunning). But one of the characters had this great 40s/50s look and had the glasses to match and that was all I could think about for 48 hours while we were snowed in. So I caved in and bought the damn glasses. Anyway I'm off to the races, and very worn about the whole thing. Thinking about puppies....