24+ hours in the life of Christina (Kodak moments of EVIL.)

I woke up yesterday morning on my new mattress. The fact that my back was not stiff as a board made me quite happy, but then I realized that Mike hadn't called the night before. For the third time in the week. When he called at 2pm, we had words. Perhaps I'm a bit too clingy, but just knowing that Mike is home safely before I go to bed puts my mind at ease. I'm a terrible worrywart-- something I inherited from my mother.

When he got to Westminster, he explained that he'd gotten quite drunk at a friend's house the night before and decided to spend the night there rather than drive. That's a completely legit reason, so I let it slide. I'm glad he didn't drive.

We went to see my mother, and my poor little Lady dog is sick. She's had a bad inner ear infection for about a month now. She's been to the vet twice, gotten shots and antibiotics. Basically, everytime she brushes her head against something or is petted, she yelps in pain. She's also not eating, and looking very thin. She's got another appointment for tomorrow, and hopefully it will help a bit. She's also dug herself in the side, and we need to apply salve, only her coat's too thick. I'm going to get ahold of Bridget to see if she can groom her asap, and she has another vet appointment tomorrow.

I got a blender for my birthday, which isn't really until the 18th, but we could use a blender, so... After making polite small-talk with my mom, we went to AC Moore so I could get some odds and ends.

I picked up some pretty vellum and a few stickers with which to write back to some of you. I also got some more soap-making things, and I'll be making my first batch with the cheapie glycerin later this week. My actual gift soap will be made with $9 a bar avocado-based soap. Be nice to me, and you just might get some. :)

While we were there, I bought Aster's birthday gift-- a tart warmer with pumpkin spice tarts. I also picked up some tarts for my warmer-- autumnal smells like crisp macintosh apple and gingerbread. I also ran into my cousin, Jamie. She just got engaged and is planning on a Halloween wedding next year, with fog machines and dressed-up guests. It's gonna be so much fun. Anyway, she has nine diamonds in her ring. Nine.

Mike and I also talked about the possiblity of me doing foreign exchange for a semester next year. I really want to go to Australia, live there for a few months. But to do that, I'd have to give up my RA job and front about $8000 extra dollars, not including spending money. He says he really wants me to go, but deep down, I know he's lying. He keeps joking about me "going away and falling madly in love with some hot Aussie guy," and I know that there's always some truth to his jests.

We saw The Order, which clears up the eternal question: "Is Heath Ledger really God?"

Another fight on the way home. He told me that he'd be picking me up at 1pm on Thursday for a surprise. I told him no way, I have a critique in Poetry until 4:30. It didn't go over too well. He told me what the surprise is: our annual DMB concert. He argued that I told him I couldn't go deliberately so he'd spill, and goddamnit, why can't he surprise me anymore?

We continued to argue until we got back to my apartment, at which point, Mike told me that sometimes, I pick a vulnerable spot that presents itself and just stab at it. "It's just like you have these Kodak moments of evil," he says, completely serious.

A few minutes later, he asked for something I'd previously said to be clarified. "I dunno," I reply. "Must've lost the negatives to my Kodak moments OF EVIL."

But we worked it out. I'm going to talk to my poetry professor. If it doesn't work out, it just doesn't.

Transitioning from harsh and angry to mushy sweet is very hard for me. It takes time, time in which I get very silent and uncomfortable. So I did what any logical avoidant person would do: I went to sleep.

I was woken up by Mike not ten minutes later. There were three fights breaking out right outside my apartment. I peered out my window to see Officer Jordan haul somebody to the ground. Another officer maced a guy. As I throw on some pajamas, I leave to see what the hell is going on. Jacob (the RA on duty), Steph (one of my bosses), and six campus safety officers are already on the scene.

"Chris, honey. Where are you going in your pajamas?" asks Mitch, one of my residents. I realize that my pajamas have pineapples on them and that my hair is sticking straight up. Anyway, it turned out that the gus in GA 3E (all football players), were rumbling with townies. How quaint.

When I got back in my room, I was so hyped that I pounced Mike. Not in a sexual way. I just was just being hyperactive, fully awake. I tickled him to one side of the bed, at which point he got stuck in the crack between my window and my bed and started yelling for Heather and Rac to save him from me. After that charming little interlude, I drifted back to sleep. Until I was awoken by two more fights. Busy night in the apartments.

The morning was better. I woke up with an explosion. Mike grins at me from down below. "Morning, honey," he says. My new mattress isn't quite as quiet as the old one. We had cinematic-style lovin'. And it was good.

Afterwards, we lay there for awhile, bright white Sunday sun peeking in through my slatted blinds onto bare skin and my favorite soft cream blanket. It reminded me of the times I'd sit on the sixth floor of BSA and look out at the glittering gold and green cathedral and mosque domes across Mount Vernon under a picture-perfect cyan sky. I'd sit on the windowsill before eight period, scrambling to finish my theory homework, but I'd always be distracted by the beauty of the scene.

He's gone now, and I'm showered. I smell like soft citrus and basil. I laughed so hard at being called "Chihuahua27615" by shirenu and getting her special love stamp.

I LOOOOOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLL but this stamp is for Chi!

I think I'll go for a walk today, maybe down to Rite-Aid to buy some hair dye. Maybe I'll take a nap. I'm not quite sure, yet.