Happiness and some sadness
Snow today- Heather and Rac and Noble and I nearly broke our asses sledding today. We hiked to a golf course and the rest is history. Dumbnut Rac, the coldest person on earth, only wore one layer of clothes, so we had to call it quits a tad early. About 10 inches fell overall, and Mike woke me up at the wonderful news that I had no school.
My mother then called at 8:30 and asked why I was still asleep. You get a day off of school, you don't get up early and buzz around doing nothing, you know? You sleep in, and then you do nothing. Which I am doing. Which is not good because the papers are not going away.
But my last class of the semester is tomorrow n=morning, I have to then write a quickie paper and clean my room before Mike gets here. I missed him so much today- there was a Mike-shaped hole in my bed. It should be a law that you must snuggle someone when it's snowing outside.
So I made the gang hot chocolate, and almost fell asleep on Rac's futon while watching Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Luckily, groping Heather revitalized me, until she began squealing about liking boys. Give me time, baby. Give me time.
My friends think that I'm the worst lesbian ever. Truth is, I'm not a lesbian, but I hate the word "bisexual" only because of the skanky connotations it has taken on theough this whole "bisexual chic" thing. Girls kissing other girls to get guys' attention and such. Most days, i am predominantly more attracted to girls, even though I've had far more boyfriends, and god thinks it's funny to make me love Mike.
He just recently found out that my private nickname for him is "the woman with a penis." He was not pleased. And this was also questioned by Rac's roomate, Ren, who actually is a woman with a penis.
Some days, I think if my catholic and episcopalian family knew all about my life, they'd disown me. But I talked to mom about the themes of RENT this morning, and although she sniffed at my drag-queen Angel love, she agreed that she'd see it openmindedly, and if nothing else, she'd like the music. And hey, we're working on the pagan thing. She still thinks just because she's not pagan, then I can't possibly be, but I've been telling her about my central beliefs slowly, starting with discussions like, "Why does god have to be only male?"
Ugggh. Room dirty. Seriously, it's Christina Aguilera-style skanky. Must clean tomorrow, must vacuum too.
But yeah. I'm tired. I think I'll hit the sack early.
But before I do...
I just heard that Glenn Quinn, the actor who played Doyle on "Angel" died on Tuesday. It hasn't been confirmed by any major news sources as far as I know, but it's been reported by Glenn-Quinn.Com, which I hear is a very reliable source. What a sad thing. I don't really know what to say, because when death comes, I never do. "Best wishes to the family" and "he's in a better place" just seem like such cliched, impersonal things to say. Sometimes, there just are no words.
My mother then called at 8:30 and asked why I was still asleep. You get a day off of school, you don't get up early and buzz around doing nothing, you know? You sleep in, and then you do nothing. Which I am doing. Which is not good because the papers are not going away.
But my last class of the semester is tomorrow n=morning, I have to then write a quickie paper and clean my room before Mike gets here. I missed him so much today- there was a Mike-shaped hole in my bed. It should be a law that you must snuggle someone when it's snowing outside.
So I made the gang hot chocolate, and almost fell asleep on Rac's futon while watching Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Luckily, groping Heather revitalized me, until she began squealing about liking boys. Give me time, baby. Give me time.
My friends think that I'm the worst lesbian ever. Truth is, I'm not a lesbian, but I hate the word "bisexual" only because of the skanky connotations it has taken on theough this whole "bisexual chic" thing. Girls kissing other girls to get guys' attention and such. Most days, i am predominantly more attracted to girls, even though I've had far more boyfriends, and god thinks it's funny to make me love Mike.
He just recently found out that my private nickname for him is "the woman with a penis." He was not pleased. And this was also questioned by Rac's roomate, Ren, who actually is a woman with a penis.
Some days, I think if my catholic and episcopalian family knew all about my life, they'd disown me. But I talked to mom about the themes of RENT this morning, and although she sniffed at my drag-queen Angel love, she agreed that she'd see it openmindedly, and if nothing else, she'd like the music. And hey, we're working on the pagan thing. She still thinks just because she's not pagan, then I can't possibly be, but I've been telling her about my central beliefs slowly, starting with discussions like, "Why does god have to be only male?"
Ugggh. Room dirty. Seriously, it's Christina Aguilera-style skanky. Must clean tomorrow, must vacuum too.
But yeah. I'm tired. I think I'll hit the sack early.
But before I do...
I just heard that Glenn Quinn, the actor who played Doyle on "Angel" died on Tuesday. It hasn't been confirmed by any major news sources as far as I know, but it's been reported by Glenn-Quinn.Com, which I hear is a very reliable source. What a sad thing. I don't really know what to say, because when death comes, I never do. "Best wishes to the family" and "he's in a better place" just seem like such cliched, impersonal things to say. Sometimes, there just are no words.