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So this entry is going to be a mismash of random goings-on lately.
Last week was crazy-insane with exams. I got all A's so, yea! ... just a little sleep-deprived. This weekend, I relaxed with some friends. On Friday, we grilled out and drank in the sun by the pool. Went to sleep at about 9, like the old man that I am.
Saturday entailed driving around with a friend to return a keg ($200 back on my credit card, which is always happy) followed by a visitation from a friend who's at Stanford, whom I haven't seen since before Christmas. We hung out in the hottub with a couple friends from school here, and then all went to watch PCU in my apt. Interesting note: so my T.A. Joe, straight guy #2 who's been flirting with me ... apparently, according to my hot tub friend who he works with, he refers to me to his friends as his boyfriend. Now, I thought this was funny, but this raises my questions again. I thought the ambiguity of his orientation was completely taken care of, because I thought he liked my girlfriend. Now my curiosity is piqued again. Grrrr.
Sunday, with absolutely nothing to do, I spent a couple hours stretching and doing my old dance exercises. I don't know if they have any specific name, but we did them in singers. It's kind of like barre work without a barre. You just hold the positions. After about half an hour, I felt like I was going to DIE. I can't believe I used to be able to do those things, no problem. On the plus side, I was able at the end to hold my ankle and fully extend up while standing ... haven't completely lost it. Also ... still sore. >_<
Monday was blah, raining, but there was one funny moment ... one of the interns at work called me "Gay-ber" by accident. I could tell it wasn't intentional by the look of total mortification on his face and fumbling to say "Saber" after it'd slipped out. I started laughing really really hard. Apparently Freud was right. :-p
Okay, this brings me to my latest development, which is, my gayness has been completely out of control lately. Seriously, I've been listening to shit like George Michaels and have been looping Bernadette Peters and Bette Midler in Gypsy.
"Hello everybody, my name's Rose! What's yours?
HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM EGG ROLLS, MR. GOLDSTONE?!?
Hold your hats and hallelujah, mama's gonna show it to you!
Ready or not, (*shh*) here comes mama!"
Last week was crazy-insane with exams. I got all A's so, yea! ... just a little sleep-deprived. This weekend, I relaxed with some friends. On Friday, we grilled out and drank in the sun by the pool. Went to sleep at about 9, like the old man that I am.
Saturday entailed driving around with a friend to return a keg ($200 back on my credit card, which is always happy) followed by a visitation from a friend who's at Stanford, whom I haven't seen since before Christmas. We hung out in the hottub with a couple friends from school here, and then all went to watch PCU in my apt. Interesting note: so my T.A. Joe, straight guy #2 who's been flirting with me ... apparently, according to my hot tub friend who he works with, he refers to me to his friends as his boyfriend. Now, I thought this was funny, but this raises my questions again. I thought the ambiguity of his orientation was completely taken care of, because I thought he liked my girlfriend. Now my curiosity is piqued again. Grrrr.
Sunday, with absolutely nothing to do, I spent a couple hours stretching and doing my old dance exercises. I don't know if they have any specific name, but we did them in singers. It's kind of like barre work without a barre. You just hold the positions. After about half an hour, I felt like I was going to DIE. I can't believe I used to be able to do those things, no problem. On the plus side, I was able at the end to hold my ankle and fully extend up while standing ... haven't completely lost it. Also ... still sore. >_<
Monday was blah, raining, but there was one funny moment ... one of the interns at work called me "Gay-ber" by accident. I could tell it wasn't intentional by the look of total mortification on his face and fumbling to say "Saber" after it'd slipped out. I started laughing really really hard. Apparently Freud was right. :-p
Okay, this brings me to my latest development, which is, my gayness has been completely out of control lately. Seriously, I've been listening to shit like George Michaels and have been looping Bernadette Peters and Bette Midler in Gypsy.
"Hello everybody, my name's Rose! What's yours?
HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM EGG ROLLS, MR. GOLDSTONE?!?
Hold your hats and hallelujah, mama's gonna show it to you!
Ready or not, (*shh*) here comes mama!"