So, true to form, my weekend was ridiculous and exhausting and surprising and difficult and good. Like, um, pretty much every day has been, lately? Here's an update, edited down painfully but necessarily:
1) On Friday night, Marshall and I went out to late-night dinner with two of my three favorite professors ever. We'd pretty much planned to go out with Hobby, but Horvitz, too? In the same night? We never dreamed of it, basically. Hobby even drove us home and invited us to dinner at his house sometime.
2) ALSO, that same night, we identified the namesake of Karpen Hall, only my favorite building on campus. To celebrate, we decided to consecrate my favorite classroom in the building. A strap-on may have been involved. The chair one of my other favorite professors sits in might have been, too. I'm starting to get way too jazzy, as Jeff would say. It was a lifetime dream, though! I can only say no to so many things. . .
3) Finally watched Hedwig & the Angry Inch with Marshall: serious news. She even sang along with the follow-the-bouncing-wig part, and apparently really liked it, and has been humming "Wig in a Box," which makes me really relieved. Anyone who doesn't love that movie probably can't love me entirely. That might be really stupid to say, and even wrong (doubt it), but I have no interest in testing that theory, so let's just take it as a fact.
4) Had this crazy dream involving dogs, my mother and brother, Marshall, Kara, and ice cream. I remember it really vividly, even if I don't entirely get it. In this dream, Marshall and I were living together and looking to get a dog, but disagreeing on which one we wanted to take home. Marshall was in love with a Cairn terrier that looked a lot like this:
But I was madly in love with, of all things, this big black poodle. I'd include a picture, but there are no really good pictures of adult black poodles that don't look froofy and silly. Rest assured that this dog was not like the poodles you have known before. He was really chill, and had this really smart, perceptive look about him. You could imagine telling him your darkest secrets and him actually understanding you, and loving you anyway. I had my heart set on this thing, but Marshall was way into this wired little terrier, chasing him around on all fours, and we were in a stalemate of sorts. I went into the next room to mull it over - I wasn't sure if I could give in when that poodle was so fucking meant for me. The room was a kitchen, but like, a really big, industrial kind of kitchen, like a restaurant would have. Kara was there, and I explained the dog dilemma to her and she asked if I wanted some ice cream. I did, really badly, so we went to the soft-serve machine, which churned out this Neapolitan soft-serve - like, vanilla came out for a few seconds, then it switched to strawberry, to the chocolate, then back. . . I don't even like Neapolitan ice cream in real life, but this machine was really cool, and Kara made this perfect ice cream cone where the layers all lined up exactly by flavor, and I was really impressed, and she made herself one, and we ate them, and then I heard the silly little terrier barking in the next room and was like, "Shit, I should go and take care of this," and then I woke up and cried. That's why I wrote this out, I guess, because it clearly struck something crazy in me. I understand where all the elements in it came from, because of things from my day, but not why the fuck it got me that way. You know me: obsessive record-keeping is always in order.
5) I am listening to Savage Garden right now, and "The Lover After Me" just came on, and it's pretty much my favorite song I always forget about. So beautiful. And I still think I'm the bitch Darren Hayes sings about in "Tears of Pearls." Yikes.
6) Still haven't written a story for Queer Conference, even though I've got a reading coming up on Saturday. Lori says I should just read several of the micro pieces and that I don't need to be uplifting about it, but I mean, I really want to write this story. We'll see how that plays out.
7) Tonight, I gave Edgar clean water in his tank, and he's stopped playing dead for the night. I think we're past that phase. Fingers crossed, just in case.
8) Had a really good, long, serious talk with Ali tonight. I love that boy. Even though we argue a lot and are very much opposites in so many ways, we find ourselves on common ground so easily, and everything is so solid and honest. He'll tell me, "Jenny, that's a really bad sign!" or "You are making a big mistake, there!" when I need to hear it, but he gives really good validation, too, and I'll always trust it. He was the first new friend I met here, aside from my roommate, and I can't get over how lucky I am to still have him around on nights like these.
9) Now, Marshall and I are serenading each other via webcam when I should just get over there so we can get some real work done. So, onto that, I guess. Tomorrow, I'll see Jeff (and everyone else) again, and actually make it to Poetics of Perception, and have a Xena day. Nothing's gonna stand in my way; I just can't allow for that. This week needs to be different, and it will. The Secret wills it so.
1) On Friday night, Marshall and I went out to late-night dinner with two of my three favorite professors ever. We'd pretty much planned to go out with Hobby, but Horvitz, too? In the same night? We never dreamed of it, basically. Hobby even drove us home and invited us to dinner at his house sometime.
2) ALSO, that same night, we identified the namesake of Karpen Hall, only my favorite building on campus. To celebrate, we decided to consecrate my favorite classroom in the building. A strap-on may have been involved. The chair one of my other favorite professors sits in might have been, too. I'm starting to get way too jazzy, as Jeff would say. It was a lifetime dream, though! I can only say no to so many things. . .
3) Finally watched Hedwig & the Angry Inch with Marshall: serious news. She even sang along with the follow-the-bouncing-wig part, and apparently really liked it, and has been humming "Wig in a Box," which makes me really relieved. Anyone who doesn't love that movie probably can't love me entirely. That might be really stupid to say, and even wrong (doubt it), but I have no interest in testing that theory, so let's just take it as a fact.
4) Had this crazy dream involving dogs, my mother and brother, Marshall, Kara, and ice cream. I remember it really vividly, even if I don't entirely get it. In this dream, Marshall and I were living together and looking to get a dog, but disagreeing on which one we wanted to take home. Marshall was in love with a Cairn terrier that looked a lot like this:
But I was madly in love with, of all things, this big black poodle. I'd include a picture, but there are no really good pictures of adult black poodles that don't look froofy and silly. Rest assured that this dog was not like the poodles you have known before. He was really chill, and had this really smart, perceptive look about him. You could imagine telling him your darkest secrets and him actually understanding you, and loving you anyway. I had my heart set on this thing, but Marshall was way into this wired little terrier, chasing him around on all fours, and we were in a stalemate of sorts. I went into the next room to mull it over - I wasn't sure if I could give in when that poodle was so fucking meant for me. The room was a kitchen, but like, a really big, industrial kind of kitchen, like a restaurant would have. Kara was there, and I explained the dog dilemma to her and she asked if I wanted some ice cream. I did, really badly, so we went to the soft-serve machine, which churned out this Neapolitan soft-serve - like, vanilla came out for a few seconds, then it switched to strawberry, to the chocolate, then back. . . I don't even like Neapolitan ice cream in real life, but this machine was really cool, and Kara made this perfect ice cream cone where the layers all lined up exactly by flavor, and I was really impressed, and she made herself one, and we ate them, and then I heard the silly little terrier barking in the next room and was like, "Shit, I should go and take care of this," and then I woke up and cried. That's why I wrote this out, I guess, because it clearly struck something crazy in me. I understand where all the elements in it came from, because of things from my day, but not why the fuck it got me that way. You know me: obsessive record-keeping is always in order.
5) I am listening to Savage Garden right now, and "The Lover After Me" just came on, and it's pretty much my favorite song I always forget about. So beautiful. And I still think I'm the bitch Darren Hayes sings about in "Tears of Pearls." Yikes.
6) Still haven't written a story for Queer Conference, even though I've got a reading coming up on Saturday. Lori says I should just read several of the micro pieces and that I don't need to be uplifting about it, but I mean, I really want to write this story. We'll see how that plays out.
7) Tonight, I gave Edgar clean water in his tank, and he's stopped playing dead for the night. I think we're past that phase. Fingers crossed, just in case.
8) Had a really good, long, serious talk with Ali tonight. I love that boy. Even though we argue a lot and are very much opposites in so many ways, we find ourselves on common ground so easily, and everything is so solid and honest. He'll tell me, "Jenny, that's a really bad sign!" or "You are making a big mistake, there!" when I need to hear it, but he gives really good validation, too, and I'll always trust it. He was the first new friend I met here, aside from my roommate, and I can't get over how lucky I am to still have him around on nights like these.
9) Now, Marshall and I are serenading each other via webcam when I should just get over there so we can get some real work done. So, onto that, I guess. Tomorrow, I'll see Jeff (and everyone else) again, and actually make it to Poetics of Perception, and have a Xena day. Nothing's gonna stand in my way; I just can't allow for that. This week needs to be different, and it will. The Secret wills it so.
1 comment:
this is the greatest post ever! puppies, hedwig, darren hayes, ice cream AND the secret!! lol yes i can't wait to see you today. this week will be better for all involved. and i'm going to need to hear about these dinner dates and errythang.
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