Silver Lining

This past Sunday is now the ideal that I will compare all future Sundays to. It is in the top 10 best days I have ever had. I was laying in my fort reading mylifeisaverage.com when I got a text from Juliet wanting to go for brunch, and not just any brunch, a Bessborough brunch. We looked like unshowered, hipster hoodlums; which we are, but the place was so classy it was noticeable! The food was oh so tasty. I had sushi, cheese, AND an omelette all in one meal.
After brunch I had a heavenly piece of vanilla cloud, otherwise known as a well-made London Fog. I planned on writing an essay, but ended up puttering around the internet. After the weekend I had a day full of happiness and magic was deserved.
I hung out at Hogwarts for a few hours before I went to Flint for Slam Poetry. Holy. It was beautiful! The place was packed, and for the first time ever all the spots for poets filled. It was three hours of magic. The poets cast spells on us with their words. My friend Sage lived up to her alter ego name. She was profound, and honest in her poems. Her skills have developed so quickly. I am in complete awe of her. All the poets were amazing, and the crowd was wicked. The crowd was reactive to the poems. There was lots of booing for bad judge calls, finger snapping for touching lines, and yells of agreement throughout the poems. I hope this is the beginning of how the slams are going to be from now on.

I hope all the happiness, and fun experienced this weekend are the start of something long term. Minus the breaking of my parent’s hearts, this was the best weekend I have had in a really long time. Thank you to everyone who was present, and made this weekend as full of love as it was.

It has finally snowed. I'm not thrilled about it. I keep having flashes of what it feels like to walk outside in -40 weather. Or that split second when your hand freezes to the door knob and you’re not sure if it will come off. I happen to extremely clumsy, and I tend to stumble a lot. This only increases as the sidewalks get icy. While walking anywhere in the city I constantly have the irrational fear that I will slip and fall tongue first onto one of the many chunky, rusty sculptures littered throughout our city.
I am not a complete Grinch about winter. I am excited to go ice skating, and sledding this year. My first date ever was ice skating on the rink beside the Bess; I was 17 haha. Ahh, a late bloomer. I am also really excited to have a warm drink and curl up by a window. Not only does it make me look like I am full of wise thoughts, but it is really relaxing. In celebration of school being done, and of me being a complete nerd I have found a bunch of recipes to make Butterbeer. Yup, from Harry Potter. I am way too excited about this and don’t know why I haven’t tried to make it before. The recipes are all very different. Some have apple cider, beer, milk, ice cream, soda or different kinds of butterscotch in them. I will try them all, and let you know which one is the winner.

My goal of making out on the 3rd floor of the library has yet to be fulfilled. The girl from this weekend just had a break up, so we actually studied on the 3rd floor. I have all of the next term for it to happen. I will continue my foot tapping under the cubicles in hopes that someone will pick up on it. I will make it happen!

R-R-R-Rant Time! I am writing this in the library on campus, and I am about to knock out a first year couple. They have been sitting across from me for about an hour, and have yet to stop touching. They are talking loudly, and they are not sharing the table! Their shit is slowly creeping across the table. I am left only with a tiny little corner. I feel like I am playing a game of risk and losing all my countries.
I am seriously about two seconds away from running at them full speed and breaking through their hand holding, Red Rover style. Seriously there is NO REASON to hold hands that long in public. What the fuck? Are you scared that if you let go of his hand he is going to run away?
Also, why are you holding hands like you are doing the handshake of Will and Jazz from Fresh Prince. Gross.
They are not the first couple I have seen to act like this. You can find these naive first year couples blocking the arts’ ramp; holding each other like they are Jack and Rose floating in the ocean.
I want to yell at them, and slap them in the face with reality.
"Hey Love Birds! Stop making out for a second. It looks like you are a Mama bird regurgitating into her mouth. Good, now that I have your attention.
GROW UP! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET MARRIED!
No! It really is not going to happen. What is going to happen is gonna go something like this: The first evening you spend apart from each other he is going to go to a big boy party. Meet a slutty second year, and have the sex that you have been withholding from him last two years.
Oh Honey, don't cry. It will get better for you too. See after you drown yourself in a tub of ice cream, fail an exam, and get asked by your lab partner to start showering before class you will pick your sorry ass up, dress it in the tightest pair of pants your own, and march yourself to the campus café. This is wear you will meet a boy who won't remember your name or call you back. BUT he will give you forty bucks for a cab, and a plan B pill. Welcome to university life! Go get 'em Tiger, Rawr!"
The likelihood that a high school relationship will last in collage is about the same as someone saying that the red bumps on their junk are pimples, and they are actually pimples. Majority of the time high school relationships end, and the "pimples" are herpes.

Whew, I feel better now.
I had a mid term yesterday, one today, and one tomorrow. Than it is party time! This weekend is going to be a ton of fun. I have been listening to Lady Gaga remixes as my study music, and I am ready to actually dance to them.

My next update will be about my first shot of testosterone! There may be a video with it. I am thinking about adding a video portion to the blog. That way I will have a record of the changes I go through, and will be able to notice them week to week. I also plan on doing some picture video thing. I saw a video where a lady took a picture of her stomach every week throughout her pregnancy and than speed them up in a video. It was so cool, you could really see how quickly her body changed.

- Have a good weekend! I hope to see you!

Dreamboat