Grey skies, smilin' at me...

Oh, I hate conference season. Hate it so much.

Though, I must admit something. Any other time of any other year, I'd be flipping my shit about all the crap I have to get done and well before the semester's over. Instead, I'm insulated from all my normal academic insecurity by a warm, fuzzy blanket of euphoria. Coach C even remarked that I must have drunk too much yesterday, because I was giddy all during practice. Hey, I'm just high on life!

I can't believe I just typed that. I must be shot.

jilocasin... heh. I'll just grin. I think I'm getting pretty good at it. :)

So, yesterday was spent at the expensive and lovely home of Wych, in the company of her parents, brother, and grandmother, not to mention the lady herself as well as Amelie, Rocky, and the Force Belgique. A lovely, lovely dinner was had, preceded by cheesy snacks and followed by scrumptious dessert, interspersed with the best whiskey sours this side of Paradise, courtesy of Wych's father. A postprandial nap and some witty banter later, we returned to SLC, paying the $6 toll out of Jersey for the second time in three days, again courtesy of Wych's father. Got home, did some homework, went to bed, got up, went to practice, thence to class, thence to home and lunch, and here I am at work.

I added another 10 lbs to my squats on Saturday, so I can't really move my thighs, but not even that puts a dent in my optimism. Even the pain just reminds me how good it is to be alive.

God, I sound like a prozac commercial. Yay for natural endorphins.

I'd say that I need to stop, because I'm sure it's grating on people's nerves that I'm being so sunny (not like I've had much practice, living in Seattle all my life, eh? eh? heh), but I don't want it to ever end. All that remains is for us to get Roth D for next year and for my conference work not to suck, and all will be perfect under Heaven.

Hm. Need more good karma. Wonder if there are any more good community service opportunities?

Grey skies, smilin' at me...

Oh, I hate conference season. Hate it so much.

Though, I must admit something. Any other time of any other year, I'd be flipping my shit about all the crap I have to get done and well before the semester's over. Instead, I'm insulated from all my normal academic insecurity by a warm, fuzzy blanket of euphoria. Coach C even remarked that I must have drunk too much yesterday, because I was giddy all during practice. Hey, I'm just high on life!

I can't believe I just typed that. I must be shot.

jilocasin... heh. I'll just grin. I think I'm getting pretty good at it. :)

So, yesterday was spent at the expensive and lovely home of Wych, in the company of her parents, brother, and grandmother, not to mention the lady herself as well as Amelie, Rocky, and the Force Belgique. A lovely, lovely dinner was had, preceded by cheesy snacks and followed by scrumptious dessert, interspersed with the best whiskey sours this side of Paradise, courtesy of Wych's father. A postprandial nap and some witty banter later, we returned to SLC, paying the $6 toll out of Jersey for the second time in three days, again courtesy of Wych's father. Got home, did some homework, went to bed, got up, went to practice, thence to class, thence to home and lunch, and here I am at work.

I added another 10 lbs to my squats on Saturday, so I can't really move my thighs, but not even that puts a dent in my optimism. Even the pain just reminds me how good it is to be alive.

God, I sound like a prozac commercial. Yay for natural endorphins.

I'd say that I need to stop, because I'm sure it's grating on people's nerves that I'm being so sunny (not like I've had much practice, living in Seattle all my life, eh? eh? heh), but I don't want it to ever end. All that remains is for us to get Roth D for next year and for my conference work not to suck, and all will be perfect under Heaven.

Hm. Need more good karma. Wonder if there are any more good community service opportunities?

Stupid SLC.

You'd think that HERE of all places I wouldn't have to hear homophobia at the gym, but oh no. Straight men will be idiots... actually, now that I think about it, why am I surprised? SLC hetboys are, by and large, the scum of the earth. Exceptions made for those on my friends list and certain others, but... yeah.

Wow. That's depressing.

I really have nothing more to say about it-- I have no desire to educate them or anyone else, I just want them to die swiftly and quietly-- except this: they pay far more attention to each other's bodies than I ever would.

Thank god, thank god, thank GOD I'm queer. If I had turned out straight (horrors!) I'd probably be exactly like them. What little empathy I have comes directly from my understanding of what it's like to be some kind of minority. It's given me a perspective I wouldn't trade for anything.

And a shout-out to my dearest cherrysher:

"Stupid Orcs. Stupid Ring. Stupid Quest. Stupid Fellowship."

Yeah.

Stupid SLC.

You'd think that HERE of all places I wouldn't have to hear homophobia at the gym, but oh no. Straight men will be idiots... actually, now that I think about it, why am I surprised? SLC hetboys are, by and large, the scum of the earth. Exceptions made for those on my friends list and certain others, but... yeah.

Wow. That's depressing.

I really have nothing more to say about it-- I have no desire to educate them or anyone else, I just want them to die swiftly and quietly-- except this: they pay far more attention to each other's bodies than I ever would.

Thank god, thank god, thank GOD I'm queer. If I had turned out straight (horrors!) I'd probably be exactly like them. What little empathy I have comes directly from my understanding of what it's like to be some kind of minority. It's given me a perspective I wouldn't trade for anything.

And a shout-out to my dearest cherrysher:

"Stupid Orcs. Stupid Ring. Stupid Quest. Stupid Fellowship."

Yeah.