Beautiful shoes and tears galore.
I finished my Christmas shopping today! Of course, I had to make a stop for myself, and DSW happened to be in the same shopping center I was in. I found a beautiful pair of shoes. Although the store was out of size 11 and 10.5, I managed to squeeze into a 10. They hurt like hell, but I bought them anyway because they're lovely.
I'm attempting to break them in right now. My feet went numb a bit ago.
Today (well, yesterday) was for the first day for legal civil partnerships in England. I've been hearing all about it on a London radio station that I usually listen to. At one point I started to cry when they were talking about it. Maybe it's because Texas is so backwards. Or maybe I'm just going through a period of time when I cry at the drop of a hat. That seems to happen every now and then. I cried at Brokeback Mountain (okay, that was more than the drop of a hat and it deserved tears), but I also cried at the end of the "I Heart New York" episode of Sex and the City. That one certainly didn't warrant me crying.
I saw one of my neighbors outside today. She let me know that she's breaking her lease because mice have infested her apartment and they refused to be stopped. Thankfully, I'm on the other side of the complex, as far away from her apartment as I could possibly be. Our two buildings are only connected by a breezeway. If I ever see a mouse in my apartment, I will flip the fuck out and move if necessary. No sign of them yet, and I'm hoping they don't appear. The only critter I've seen in four months was one roach, and that problem has been taken care of.
I checked my grades last night online. Somehow, I made a 4.0 this semester. I thought it might have all been a dream. Two of my classes, I knew I would make A's in, but I didn't think I'd make a high grade in Latin or biology. Yay for unexpected good grades.
I've been assigned to my mentors for the year through my scholarship foundation. They're a couple in Dallas. One of them e-mailed me today to introduce himself and make plans for our first meeting. My internalized stereotype of having middle-aged, wealthy gay mentors is that they'll be out for more than mentoring. It's silly that thought even came to my head. This kind of thinking really prevents a lot of cross-generational work in the community that could be extremely valuable. Of course, in the slim chance that, despite the extensive background checks, they are molesters, I'll let everyone know. And my psyche will be damaged.
In other news, I have never seen such vigorous as dumpster diving as that which takes place behind my apartment.
I'm attempting to break them in right now. My feet went numb a bit ago.
Today (well, yesterday) was for the first day for legal civil partnerships in England. I've been hearing all about it on a London radio station that I usually listen to. At one point I started to cry when they were talking about it. Maybe it's because Texas is so backwards. Or maybe I'm just going through a period of time when I cry at the drop of a hat. That seems to happen every now and then. I cried at Brokeback Mountain (okay, that was more than the drop of a hat and it deserved tears), but I also cried at the end of the "I Heart New York" episode of Sex and the City. That one certainly didn't warrant me crying.
I saw one of my neighbors outside today. She let me know that she's breaking her lease because mice have infested her apartment and they refused to be stopped. Thankfully, I'm on the other side of the complex, as far away from her apartment as I could possibly be. Our two buildings are only connected by a breezeway. If I ever see a mouse in my apartment, I will flip the fuck out and move if necessary. No sign of them yet, and I'm hoping they don't appear. The only critter I've seen in four months was one roach, and that problem has been taken care of.
I checked my grades last night online. Somehow, I made a 4.0 this semester. I thought it might have all been a dream. Two of my classes, I knew I would make A's in, but I didn't think I'd make a high grade in Latin or biology. Yay for unexpected good grades.
I've been assigned to my mentors for the year through my scholarship foundation. They're a couple in Dallas. One of them e-mailed me today to introduce himself and make plans for our first meeting. My internalized stereotype of having middle-aged, wealthy gay mentors is that they'll be out for more than mentoring. It's silly that thought even came to my head. This kind of thinking really prevents a lot of cross-generational work in the community that could be extremely valuable. Of course, in the slim chance that, despite the extensive background checks, they are molesters, I'll let everyone know. And my psyche will be damaged.
In other news, I have never seen such vigorous as dumpster diving as that which takes place behind my apartment.