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I saw you and I knew
Chances just don't come 'round again
Not like this
-Indigo Girls-
Ok, really, I need to write. This is ridiculous.
But for now, a small piece of a story I just read, by Andrew Hollerand.
"...I'd thought that having my own apartment, freedom, and youth would be all that was necessary to realize my dream; but in fact, it had proved far more difficult than I had imagined - as elusive as Joshua, for that matter - and the vast majority of evenings I went to bed alone, thinking there was something wrong, something about the city I was missing. That little moment - of turning the light off, before going to sleep alone - always seemed an admission of failure."
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| It's been far too long, really. I need to keep updating this just for my own benefit to look back on later and know with some assurance I was doing something with my life at this point.
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| Hey everyone.
My birthday was amazing. Thank you to everyone who came to dinner on Saturday (Sept 30), especially Cassie and Brandon who hosted the party later. Yay my best friends. Here are some pics. My parents managed to send me a box full of new movies and Angels in America and first season of Joan of Arcadia, as well as a box of food and goodies. Angela surprised me at dinner with an amazing outfit  and a good line... "It's not everyday your girlfriend turns twenty." Which officially begins us being together. Officially, anyway. (We've talked about it since and realized we've really pretty much been together since mid-to-late June, which puts us closer to four months rather than two weeks at this point.) Anyway, she also put together an amazing birthday night for me on Sunday (Oct 1). She said the whole night was about relaxing - in five steps. Step 1 - an awesome dinner she cooked for me, complete with a dozen white roses at the table and wine and cheesecake for dessert, with Miles Davis and other good music in the background. Step 2 - presents... wonderful presents and an old movie in her room. She'd laid out her blankets and pillows on the floor in her room with rose petals and candles everywhere. (Ridiculous, I know, but amazing.) She got me an amazing book (see above) and a blank notebook for me to start writing again. Then we watched "Bringing Up Baby" with Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant, also very amazing. Step 3 - a hot bubble bath (again with rose petals and candles around)... definitely relaxing. Step 4 - she gave me a massage - "you're always so tense." Step 5 - next morning, breakfast from Java Co and a New York Times in bed before having to go to Monday classes.
It was quite possibily the most amazing birthday I've ever had.
So yeah, official memo to everyone if you didn't catch it in the first paragraph - Angela and I are officially together. Apologies for the delay. (I know a lot of you knew we were together before I really did, lol.)
Danny Roberts came to town last night. The turnout was lower than I had hoped for, but we were also in Baldwin so it looked more empty than I guess it was. He spoke for awhile and then opened it to a Q&A session, which really became a sharing session of stories and experiences. It was pretty awesome. Afterward I went out with Danny and a bunch of the hall directors to Il Spaz and we sat around and talked for like two hours. It was an awesome night, but I'm glad it's all over. Maybe I will have a little more time now.
This weekend, barring no family disasters (ie my parents kicking me out for going), I am off to Chicago with Angela and Jen and Shahr and others for the Ani Difranco concert. Hopefully this will go off without too many hitches, at least as far as my parents go.
I love you all. Be safe over break. See you soon. -lc
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| So it's been a month. Geez. I really don't know where the time goes.
Classes are good. Race, Class, and Gender is changing my life. It's better than Queer Theory was, which says a lot considering how important that class was to me. Econ is fairly boring but I think I'd like it better if it were taught by a different professor. Dr. Olson, while brilliant, is not particularly engaging. And I spend most of class wondering if this is actually a man or a woman teaching - most everyone refers to the prof as "him," but I really have serious doubts, lol. American Lit is good - I'm getting to read, and that makes me happy. We've finished Whitman's Leaves of Grass and Jean Toomer's Cane. We're now reading A Farewell to Arms currently (oh, Hemingway), to which I'm finding myself more receptive than previous attempts at reading it. Public admin is constantly a drain, but mostly my own fault because I don't spread the work out over the week and instead wait until Sunday/Monday to do a week's worth of work. Comparative Politics is good but nothing special yet. Ishi always makes the class.
My staff this year is amazing. We hang out way more than we ever did last year, and we're really close. Jimmy French is amazing... that's all I've got to say.
Random... Indigo Girls released a new album, Despite Our Differences. It's amazing, and I'm listening to it non-stop. Apparently one of my early birthday presents is a ticket to their concert at the Pageant in late October.  Maybe when we go, I'll get my tattoo too. I uploaded the two designs I'm thinking about/trying to choose, so check those out... thoughts?
Speaking of which... this is my last week of being a teenager. I'm not sure what to think. I'm not really that freaked out or anything, but it is a strange thought. The commencement of my third decade, and what work have I really done? I guess maybe the point is I have a lot to do, not that I haven't done anything. *Tries to stay focused...*
Love you all. -lc
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| Completed unrelated to the previous entry...
Thought brought up by someone today over coffee: There is no soul.
Discuss.
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