I make the weirdest stuff for myself. I'm not even sure what it is. Right now I'm drinking happily away at something that involves lemon-lime soda, tinned peaches, and a bit of vodka.
Mmm. Nice buzz.
I do like drinks. I do like drinking. I do like knowing my limits. I've only gotten the sort of hangover that means lots of water and running off to the restroom to piss every twenty minutes, never the headache, never the vomiting.
I'm looking for a woman.
Ideally, she would be attractive to both my eye/brain, and also to Adam. Bisexual or lesbian. In the general Phoenix area.
I am a college student with very little in the way of spare time that may be spent out of the house. I may or may not be considered attractive. I've got to get my homepage up and running.
...should like reading, science fiction, anime, computers, and the occult/magic/Wicca/et cetera. Must be poly or open to polyamory.
Advertising on the internet is probably a lousy idea.
...another guy wouldn't be bad either. Straight or bi, but I think my current male partner is very very straight.
The whole idea here is maybe some romance but most primarily friendship, and fun had between those friends. This would be the sort of friendship that should last for a lifetime.
This is going to be funny.
I've been anticipating the look on Darkside's face when I tell him I'm looking for a girlfriend by straight-up asking him if he could help me find one.
He's likely to have his eyes bug out, and ask whether Adam and I are broken up, or not getting along well, or what. "No, no, we're getting along just fine," I'd say.
Darkside's confusion ought to be legendary.
...I want to put together a little book for myself and for others who follow along in my footsteps, on the proper and improper ways of handling a magical emergency, minor or otherwise.
I'll be collecting little bits of wisdom from here and there and shoving them all in a file on my computer and then organizing them in some form of coherent fashion.
I think it's a handbook that any serious Practitioner would have already gathered up him or herself, and taken to heart, but that any person still learning, especially on their own, could really, really, really use.
WINWORD.EXE has created errors....
...this after there being insufficient memory or disk space to display the requested font.
...default is Times New Roman.
Nephew's playing with lights now. I'm going to go install the green and blue lights in the three-light lamp he's been playing with.
Had a bit of a breakdown.
It had been brewing all day -- not enough sleep for months, and finally went to bed at three last night, was up every half hour to stir the stew, and then crashed at seven and let Votania take over. I was up by nine.
This is not good.
Started whining and being unreasonable. Votania saw it and sent me to bed. I fell down on my mattress and started IMing with Adam. A few concepts exchanged.
Falling in love with him is a very bad plan. I do love him, but I'm not quite in love with him yet.
Hope to gods I don't.
Had a bit of a cry, then went and ate some dinner.
Talked with Votania on what's going to happen in the future. Looks like we may stay roommates until she's out of college. I graduate first and get my degree and my good job; by that time Nephew will be in school all day. I take my nine-to-five job and send him off to school in the mornings; she keeps her morning schedule and gets him afternoons.
She can take college no problem then, since cash won't be a problem for us with me with a job.
...The economy will be looking for me when I get out of college, right?
....which let out spraying the cat blue yesterday. We had the blue hairspray, we had the rather damp cat (he was dirty, so we washed him) ... and it wasn't right.
So we didn't.
Darkside's been going on about me and my lost causes, ever since I got with Adam. Odd, that. Is he trying to remind me of something?
I don't need to try and draw conclusions. I just need to observe.
But consider this excerpt from a conversation.
I'd been talking about love, or dating, or something like that, and been thinking about Adam.
"And who would this be?" Darkside wanted to know.
"Who do you think?" I said.
"At least you didn't say 'look in the mirror,' " Darkside said.
...it took me a while to get my mind around that one.
"Huh?" I finally said.
"You with your whole running after lost causes," Darkside said.
"Oh. I'd actually been thinking about Adam..."
He's been making references to my (increasingly obsolete) obsessive liking of him a lot lately. Maybe it's because I'm calming down about it? Maybe because it's finally out in the open?
Darkside dressed up as a dead guy this year, in all black with a black hooded robe and a skull mask. He sat out on his parents' front porch looking like a decoration. He expressed to me his whole plan, which was to stay home and help his parents hand out candy, when I invited him to chill at the Temple and hand out candy and/or party hearty and do the typical honoring ceremonies of the night.
Since I knew he would be home, I therefore called him on my cellphone on Halloween night as Votania and Nephew and I chilled in the parking lot while Uncle Alan tended to some business at his college before heading out to the party. "Is Darkside in?" I asked his mom.
"Well, I'm not too sure about that," she said, "but there is something dead on my porch. I'll see if he's alive enough to talk to you."
I waited, and then I heard a voice from beyond the grave speak to me. "You...wanted.....to.... talk?"
We chatted for a few minutes about the beauty of the night and the fun of scaring small children, and the costume I was wearing, the costume Votania was wearing, the Power Rangers suit Nephew was wearing (Darkside still swears up and down that Nephew should have been the Evil Green ranger) and how Darkside had to get off the phone, as dead guys didn't talk on the phone.
I called him back the next night to see how things had gone, with the whole scaring sort of thing.
He could hear conversations, he said, between kids and parents and other kids in the trick-or-treating group, way down at the end of the driveway.
"Look, it's just a dummy."
"I saw him moving! I saw him moving!" (It's very hard to breathe and not move.)
"No, it was your imagination." (This, from the parent. The kid had been right.)
"I swear, I saw him move!"
"It's a dummy." (Not with Darkside's GPA....)
"I saw him move!"
"I'm not going up there."
"Yes you are."
"Am not. He was moving. There! Just now!"
"Honey, it was the wind..."
....and after they work up the nerve, and after Darkside's parents open the door....
...Darkside does a very good "beyond the grave" sort of voice.
The parents who insisted that the dead guy was only a dummy do very good screams.
Darkside turned out to have the second scariest house on the block. The porch decorations included a pumpkin, I believe, a cardboard tombstone, and Darkside. I wouldn't consider that particularly scary....
...but then, I know where to tickle him.
Votania brewed up some stuff for me. Hope it knocks me out. I am feeling groggy now, and that's a good thing.
Adam is dissatisfied with his grades for this semester; he could have done better if he'd tried. His parents are far more dissatisfied with his grades, and will be most likely charging him rent.
Depending on how much rent they decide to charge him, he may be looking for roommates.
...There is an empty space on our lease, and I am not opposed to the concept of sharing a bedroom...
...and when he brings girlfriends over, I can gladly take the couch....
He's nice and tidy and rinses his dishes before putting them in the sink.