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Day 706: Living it up
Dec. 14th, 2008 11:31 pmThat's right. I did live it up on Saturday. Seriously. I spent the afternoon boxing up Christmas presents and getting ready to take them to the post office on Monday. Which I'm going to do at a reasonable hour in the a.m. before I buckle down and study my little heart out. I also got about half of my Christmas cards ready to go (although some of them are doubling as address labels on some of the gifts), but the other half still need to be done. Soon. I swear. I got my wizard leveled up, and took off to D&D. At the comic book store I found the second issue of P. Craig Russell's take on Dream Hunters, which I am all kinds of loving. Also, the storeowner talked me into buying the first issue of X-Men Noir, which is basically X-Men done film noir style, and it is full of awesome cool. I was the only girl at D&D and it was good times. We had lots of fun, and there were crazy machinations, some shifting alliances, but general all-around good times. I also found out that my DM teaches a ninjitsu class, which I'm thinking of looking into next semester. Belly dancing and ninjitsu - no better combination, right?
As soon as D&D got done I hopped into my car and raced down to the institute for the dance. I was there for all the classic church dance songs like cotton-eyed joe and that one hip hop cha cha line dance thing that they always play (but for the life of me I don't know its name). I also danced with boys, including Matt the mechanic, a shy pre-mission boy named Tim, Chris the cute half-Japanese pre-mission boy, and this nice boy named Brett who likes anime and was a pretty good dancer. I did my best to dodge creepy Jason, but it didn't happen. For almost the entire night I could feel him watching me dancing, and it was pretty uncool. See, if I were out clubbing with Amber and LeAnn and the girls and some guy was watching me dance, well, I'd put up with it, because that's what I went for, but at a friggin' church dance I go to dance. I mean, I'd been holed up in my apartment for essentially three days straight drilling crim pro into my head, and I needed to get out. I danced with Jordan for cotton-eyed Joe, which was good times. And I danced with Ryan. It's the first time I've ever danced with Ryan. Ever. Seriously. He's a good dancer, but all the other dances he's been at, and even that time we went swing dancing down at the eagles' club, he's never asked me to dance. Gah. It was like a billion and one pathetic romance movies and teen novels and poems crashing down in my head at the same time. I tried not to look at him too much while we were dancing, because I'm short, and when a girl's dancing with a boy and looks up at him like I'm forced to, being as short as I am, well, guys usually get ideas. And while, on a visceral level, I'd be totally fine with it if he got ideas, I didn't want him to really get ideas. It was fun dancing with him, because he's a good dancer, and he smelled nice, and he was sorta warm, and...ugh.
At the time, I even overlooked that fact that he wanted to do a post-mortem on the crim law exam and was having a minor spazz out about felony murder. Because it was the first time he'd ever asked me to dance. And as soon as the dance was done, he grabbed his coat and left. If I'd been any dumber than I am, I'd have almost thought he waited around just to dance with me before he headed out to study.
But I do know better.
Nevermind that I did lie in bed half the morning being lovelorn this morning. In a terribly pathetic way. Church was all right. Good times. Good lessons. Beverly and Will always teach well. It was frickin' freezing today though, and my thick woolly kilt didn't actually keep me warm. I shoulda worn tights underneath, big warm woolly ones. I hear it's going to be even colder tomorrow. So I shall break out the tights. I wore the two pieces of jewelry I got as Christmas presents, which was good times. After church, Amber invited me back to her place for food, and while she cooked we talked. About boys. She told me about what's going on with her man, and we talked about Ryan, because she's probably the girl who knows him best (who isn't an ex who would deliberately sabotage me). As much as my friends back home and unwaveringly supportive and are very carpe diem, I figured I needed to talk to someone who knew him, and her advice basically confirmed the decision I'd already made. It irks me that nice, handsome, talented, funny boys who like W.B. Yeats have blinders on for girls like, well, me and would rather date pretty, stupid girls. Not that his previous girlfriend was actually stupid, but she's definitely a pretty girl whereas I am definitely a smart girl (we're talking reputation, if not actuality). After dinner at Amber's place, we went to hang out with Janice, her awesome law school mentor. We watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and then that episode of SNL hosted by Hugh Laurie because we all love him. Janice is super cool and I hope I get to know her better. Maybe she will come out to lunch with me and Amber on Wednesday, because I want to go see Amber do her thing in court for once.
All in all, I've been living it up good. I knew it when I got home around midnight on Saturday night and pretty much collapsed into bed.
Life is good. I feel bad for not calling my parents or Daniel, though. Will send emails on that front.
Nerd and proud of it.
As soon as D&D got done I hopped into my car and raced down to the institute for the dance. I was there for all the classic church dance songs like cotton-eyed joe and that one hip hop cha cha line dance thing that they always play (but for the life of me I don't know its name). I also danced with boys, including Matt the mechanic, a shy pre-mission boy named Tim, Chris the cute half-Japanese pre-mission boy, and this nice boy named Brett who likes anime and was a pretty good dancer. I did my best to dodge creepy Jason, but it didn't happen. For almost the entire night I could feel him watching me dancing, and it was pretty uncool. See, if I were out clubbing with Amber and LeAnn and the girls and some guy was watching me dance, well, I'd put up with it, because that's what I went for, but at a friggin' church dance I go to dance. I mean, I'd been holed up in my apartment for essentially three days straight drilling crim pro into my head, and I needed to get out. I danced with Jordan for cotton-eyed Joe, which was good times. And I danced with Ryan. It's the first time I've ever danced with Ryan. Ever. Seriously. He's a good dancer, but all the other dances he's been at, and even that time we went swing dancing down at the eagles' club, he's never asked me to dance. Gah. It was like a billion and one pathetic romance movies and teen novels and poems crashing down in my head at the same time. I tried not to look at him too much while we were dancing, because I'm short, and when a girl's dancing with a boy and looks up at him like I'm forced to, being as short as I am, well, guys usually get ideas. And while, on a visceral level, I'd be totally fine with it if he got ideas, I didn't want him to really get ideas. It was fun dancing with him, because he's a good dancer, and he smelled nice, and he was sorta warm, and...ugh.
At the time, I even overlooked that fact that he wanted to do a post-mortem on the crim law exam and was having a minor spazz out about felony murder. Because it was the first time he'd ever asked me to dance. And as soon as the dance was done, he grabbed his coat and left. If I'd been any dumber than I am, I'd have almost thought he waited around just to dance with me before he headed out to study.
But I do know better.
Nevermind that I did lie in bed half the morning being lovelorn this morning. In a terribly pathetic way. Church was all right. Good times. Good lessons. Beverly and Will always teach well. It was frickin' freezing today though, and my thick woolly kilt didn't actually keep me warm. I shoulda worn tights underneath, big warm woolly ones. I hear it's going to be even colder tomorrow. So I shall break out the tights. I wore the two pieces of jewelry I got as Christmas presents, which was good times. After church, Amber invited me back to her place for food, and while she cooked we talked. About boys. She told me about what's going on with her man, and we talked about Ryan, because she's probably the girl who knows him best (who isn't an ex who would deliberately sabotage me). As much as my friends back home and unwaveringly supportive and are very carpe diem, I figured I needed to talk to someone who knew him, and her advice basically confirmed the decision I'd already made. It irks me that nice, handsome, talented, funny boys who like W.B. Yeats have blinders on for girls like, well, me and would rather date pretty, stupid girls. Not that his previous girlfriend was actually stupid, but she's definitely a pretty girl whereas I am definitely a smart girl (we're talking reputation, if not actuality). After dinner at Amber's place, we went to hang out with Janice, her awesome law school mentor. We watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and then that episode of SNL hosted by Hugh Laurie because we all love him. Janice is super cool and I hope I get to know her better. Maybe she will come out to lunch with me and Amber on Wednesday, because I want to go see Amber do her thing in court for once.
All in all, I've been living it up good. I knew it when I got home around midnight on Saturday night and pretty much collapsed into bed.
Life is good. I feel bad for not calling my parents or Daniel, though. Will send emails on that front.
Nerd and proud of it.
