Plenipotentiary.
So I just came back from my chem exam, hooray. I'm hoping that it went well... It didn't go astoundingly, but hopefully, well.
Like, get me out of the D range well... Please?
I can has C? C-?
Anyway. Whatever.
Yesterday I did get the chance to see my Anne, who I have neglected since in late July. I went up there to get her, letting myself into their house without knocking or anything. Wandered up stairs and found her father in his man cave with headphones on. Got his attention, we exchanged a couple of words, and I heard a thump - rattle rattle rattle as Anne catapulted out of bed and across her room. I was then pulled into a hug with fake sobbing and everything. It was so good to see her finally, I had missed her so hard.
I guess her father likes me. He lent us some money, which is apparently something that never ever ever happens, and Anne speculates it's because I read and discuss authors and American history with him. So win? I like him too, he reminds me of my High School chemistry teacher in appearance and demeanor.
Anne doesn't know what she is doing when she leaves community college, but she wants to be a comic book artist. Which she so could do, I know. I asked her for the nth time to come up to ISU with me, and she sounded like, for once, she may actually consider it. Here's hoping. She admitted -maybe sarcastically, but my admission was absolutely true- that if I were to go gay, I'd go gay for her. Then we had a debate about who had to become a man. I still vote for me.
She also said I looked like my father. Apparently it's around the eyes and nose, even though I have my mom's nostrils. Which I had never noticed. So thanks for that, I guess? I was incredibly heart broken to be separated from her, but it is okay, we survived.
Today, the greatest thing I have ever seen happened. I was riding down the sidewalk on my bike going back to my apartment for food and study times. That's all I did today, whenever I felt my attention waiver I made myself focus. We'll see if it worked. But I was near the driveway into a parking lot when a motorcycle pulled up to turn out onto the street. The driver was an average sized man with what I first perceived to be a big woman. Then I realised it was two men. Two men who didn't look too happy. The one in the back was awkwardly trying to figure out how to hang on to the driver, who had this stoic expression on his face that said something like 'yeah? So what? I got a guy on this bike too, but I ain't no queer. Gimme a beer, I don' want to remember this drive.' (He was so an Iowan, a midwesterner for sure.) When I saw them I started laughing hard, something that I think both men noticed. I was fortunate, they seemed pretty laid back, and I didn't get my scrawny ass ran down.
That's always a plus.
Well, I have to do my chem lab report, something that should take about negative five minutes. I think afterward I'll just change into my pajamas and go to bed, I didn't sleep well last night at all. I woke up with a dull ache in my left leg that wouldn't go away. And when it finally seemed to - which wasn't the case since it was just faking me out - my left shoulder would start hurting. Or my right knee. Or my side. I had a restless hour, hour and a half before I finally fell asleep and dreamed disturbing dreams. When Muse's Absolution began and I was awoken by the slamming of the piano at the beginning I was exhausted.
I finally got out of bed when Sarah got out of the shower, tried to take a fast one myself but failed, dressed slowly, ate slower, made a sandwich when I was already 5 minutes late for class, and finally left. When I got to the lecture hall there was no one there with a note on the projector - PSYCH 230 CANCELED TODAY. Well, great. I couldn't have known this slightly earlier? Of course not.
But that's life. More importantly, that's my life, and it's sometimes punctuated with getting to feel Anne's super soft skin, seeing two men on one motorcycle, or passing Brett in the street. And then, right then in that moment, it's alright.
Like, get me out of the D range well... Please?
I can has C? C-?
Anyway. Whatever.
Yesterday I did get the chance to see my Anne, who I have neglected since in late July. I went up there to get her, letting myself into their house without knocking or anything. Wandered up stairs and found her father in his man cave with headphones on. Got his attention, we exchanged a couple of words, and I heard a thump - rattle rattle rattle as Anne catapulted out of bed and across her room. I was then pulled into a hug with fake sobbing and everything. It was so good to see her finally, I had missed her so hard.
I guess her father likes me. He lent us some money, which is apparently something that never ever ever happens, and Anne speculates it's because I read and discuss authors and American history with him. So win? I like him too, he reminds me of my High School chemistry teacher in appearance and demeanor.
Anne doesn't know what she is doing when she leaves community college, but she wants to be a comic book artist. Which she so could do, I know. I asked her for the nth time to come up to ISU with me, and she sounded like, for once, she may actually consider it. Here's hoping. She admitted -maybe sarcastically, but my admission was absolutely true- that if I were to go gay, I'd go gay for her. Then we had a debate about who had to become a man. I still vote for me.
She also said I looked like my father. Apparently it's around the eyes and nose, even though I have my mom's nostrils. Which I had never noticed. So thanks for that, I guess? I was incredibly heart broken to be separated from her, but it is okay, we survived.
Today, the greatest thing I have ever seen happened. I was riding down the sidewalk on my bike going back to my apartment for food and study times. That's all I did today, whenever I felt my attention waiver I made myself focus. We'll see if it worked. But I was near the driveway into a parking lot when a motorcycle pulled up to turn out onto the street. The driver was an average sized man with what I first perceived to be a big woman. Then I realised it was two men. Two men who didn't look too happy. The one in the back was awkwardly trying to figure out how to hang on to the driver, who had this stoic expression on his face that said something like 'yeah? So what? I got a guy on this bike too, but I ain't no queer. Gimme a beer, I don' want to remember this drive.' (He was so an Iowan, a midwesterner for sure.) When I saw them I started laughing hard, something that I think both men noticed. I was fortunate, they seemed pretty laid back, and I didn't get my scrawny ass ran down.
That's always a plus.
Well, I have to do my chem lab report, something that should take about negative five minutes. I think afterward I'll just change into my pajamas and go to bed, I didn't sleep well last night at all. I woke up with a dull ache in my left leg that wouldn't go away. And when it finally seemed to - which wasn't the case since it was just faking me out - my left shoulder would start hurting. Or my right knee. Or my side. I had a restless hour, hour and a half before I finally fell asleep and dreamed disturbing dreams. When Muse's Absolution began and I was awoken by the slamming of the piano at the beginning I was exhausted.
I finally got out of bed when Sarah got out of the shower, tried to take a fast one myself but failed, dressed slowly, ate slower, made a sandwich when I was already 5 minutes late for class, and finally left. When I got to the lecture hall there was no one there with a note on the projector - PSYCH 230 CANCELED TODAY. Well, great. I couldn't have known this slightly earlier? Of course not.
But that's life. More importantly, that's my life, and it's sometimes punctuated with getting to feel Anne's super soft skin, seeing two men on one motorcycle, or passing Brett in the street. And then, right then in that moment, it's alright.