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Jan. 14th, 1997 11:59 pmJanuary 14, 1997
Joshian New Year’s was yesterday, and oh boy was that strange. You see…well, things have definitely gotten strange around here.
Yesterday was my second semi-serious proposal of marriage. I made this not to Josh, but to Kim. Yes, Kim. I think I’m falling in love, and I really shouldn’t be. I’m not sure why. She rejected it, of course; somehow this makes me think that Josh is going to hear strange things about me.
I talked with several people on the phone yesterday. I talked with Gretta; she is going to go to court for a Class 2 Misdemeanor or a Second Degree Misdemeanor or something like that. She was in possession of marijuana at school, which was not a good thing.
Shawn is gaining respect in Emily’s eyes; he is learning how to program his TI-82 and improving rapidly. This is a good thing. She wants his here-address, which I don’t have. I’ll have to get it to her.
Kim is collecting good quotes, and apparently I am quite a provider of them. I have said many things concerning…oh, many things. I must remember to write her the story of my phone call to Shawn after I got off the phone with her.
I was talking to Kim, and I made my second semi-serious proposal of marriage. It was to her. The first was to Emily. I have, however, made strong hints to Josh, but those don’t qualify as proposals. The strongest thing I’ve ever done to Josh in that respect would be called more a proposition, I fear. But anyway, I asked Kim to marry me. She refused, albeit in a good-natured way. After we were kicked off the phone, I called Shawn. After “Hello,” “Hello,” was said on either side of the phone line, I complained, phrasing carefully, “I’m pouting. My second semi-serious proposal of marriage was rejected!”
I was not aware that Shawn had been programming at the time that I called him. However, I soon became aware of this when he shouted, in that way you shout when you have just heard or accomplished something excellent, “YES!!”
After an initial shocked moment, where it seemed to me that Shawn had just shouted “YES!!” at the news of my rejection, I began to laugh, because that was obviously a clueless “YES!!” It was hilarious. And then he began to talk about how he had been debugging…I cracked up absolutely, and had to tell him the story. It’s one for Much Ado. No; it’s one for the Trilogy That Isn’t.
I called Kim again today, and left a message on the machine about the hilarious incident that had to do something with the question that my friend Shanna had asked her. Her family listens to the machine, you see, and I had to say something that did not disturb them unduly. I had fun doing that, y’know? So she called me back and we had a hilarious conversation about anything, everything, and nothing at all. I like talking with her.
Today, I drove John and William out of the room by saying that all I needed was to fall in love with a guy who had the same taste in girls that I did. That was interesting.
I’m working on a tape that I’m calling Identity Crisis. It’s my second conglomeration of REM songs, this one with a theme. This one, actually, is not going to have all REM songs on it; it will have at least one by Madonna, and perhaps some more by other artists. I’m definitely going to need some They Might Be Giants. The Identity Crisis theme is both Star Trek and a reference to this summer…all the songs will have some sort of bearing on it. I’m making the Identity Crisis tape for listening alternative to my normal tape, Finest Worktape. I like this tape. I like both of them.
I had an interesting experience with Shawn and our calculators today. We were standing in quite close quarters, so I was close enough to feel the heat of his body. That was turn-on enough, but to then have him linking our calculators…! That was wonderful. His calculator had the link hanging out of it, with one end uncoupled. I held my calculator still for him to place the link into. He plugged it in. I’m sure we were both aware of the extreme sexuality of the situation: there he was, putting a male end of a connector into a female coupling. This male end was his; the link was his, and it was already connected to his calculator. The calculator was mine, and he was putting his link into my calculator of his own free will—without my taking things over, merely my cooperation in allowing him to put it in. Coincidence? I think not. In fact…well, he will be mine! Or I will be his…or both, most enthusiastically.
I must think about exactly how serious I was in asking Kim to marry me. I think I was quite serious. We are counting to five now. I like the image. Now if we could find a sixth for Emily…oh, this song…Hmm. I’m thinking…I’m thinking about me and Shawn and Emily and Josh and Kim, the more the merrier, isn’t that right? I’m also thinking about the songs that I’m taping. I think that the REM guys are psychic, I’d swear to it.
Hannah came over, and Father Sir told the story about his voodoo doll. Hmm? Hannah and I exchanged looks. The teacher ended up going to the hospital with bleeding ulcers. Yes, I think that perhaps my talents come down to me through my father.
Kim is going to have to corner me about the principles of Wicca sometime. She said so, at least. I’m Joshian with quite strongly Wiccan tendencies, I think. Emily is some odd mix of Catholic and Joshian, which fit together quite well, for her, at least. Kim’s religious heritage is Unitarian (father) and Jewish (mother.) What an odd combination!
Josh, according to Joshian principles, is the Second Coming. We’re going to make him come more than twice, though. According to this, Emily would be a nun: the bride of the Savior…or—the wife of Josh! Hmm…that bears some thought.
What an odd combination of music this is! REM, Madonna, and They Might Be Giants! That’s going to be strange, you know? I love this. I love this place, I love Kim…Kim makes me happy, and Shawn…hey, maybe if Shawn and Kim met? I’d love that, if Shawn and Kim and Josh and Emily and I were a quintet. I’d like that, for sure.
This is going to be an interesting tape, no doubt. I love all of these songs, and they…well, it’s really fun making this, and it’s going to be even more fun listening to this after I get done with my work. I like working sometimes. I write essays for Hystery. That’s fun, always.
Kim and I were talking until way, way too late. She called me this time, and she’s so incredibly sweet! I like her lots.
I’m adding some Alanis Morrissette as well. It’s just a great combination, and most of these songs have memories attached to them, for some odd reason. Maybe because I got the CD’s at about the right time for them to have very loaded memories…these songs on Jagged Little Pill have the flavor of cooked-out london broil with Father Sir’s special sauce, eaten cold with equally chilled green olives. It’s a delicious thing to eat, especially with a great huge salad with plenty of salt and vinegar and onions and Greek olives…ah, that would be quite delicious indeed.
As you can see, I appreciate food. The scale tells me that as well. The scale tells me that I’d better take up some form of exercise. I believe that fencing is in order, as that will give me some of the things I’ve been lacking. It also seems like something I’d like…and, of course, that Shawn would appreciate in a woman.
I don’t want to change him, as much as that may not sound like me. I’d like it if he changes, but if he doesn’t, I’m not going to try to change him against his will. I’m not going to make that mistake ever again. If they don’t want to be changed, don’t try to. I’m not going to try again.
As much as I complain about him, I love him as-is. You see, he’s just so loveable! The thing is, I’d also like it if he liked me too, as much as I liked him. That would be very nice, and then…well, I’ve got this Heinlein-esque view of sex. You see, you let the SO do whatever he/she/they want(s) to do, and then you sit back, relax, join in, stand watch to make sure they’re not disturbed, cover their asses…whatever you want to do, except—don’t try and keep the one monogamous. Monogamy=monotony, to some ways of thinking.
I’m happy tonight. Things in the world seem peaceful. Shawn didn’t call—I guess he had more important things to do. I don’t mind, not at the moment. The house is warm, and I’m constructing a tape that will be useful tomorrow to listen to when I’m done with my finals, and then when there’s the time between the time when the finals are done, and the time when that fencing meeting takes place. I’m going to do everything I can to ensure that I go.
Watching the reel of tape to see that it doesn’t run out before the song is over…strange, but kind of fun…and the tape did run out. But it was so close to the end of the song it doesn’t matter. I timed the other side of the tape that way, too. I like having a good ending…I wish it had ended a little more gracefully. But I’m happy with Identity Crisis, I think.
Joshian New Year’s was yesterday, and oh boy was that strange. You see…well, things have definitely gotten strange around here.
Yesterday was my second semi-serious proposal of marriage. I made this not to Josh, but to Kim. Yes, Kim. I think I’m falling in love, and I really shouldn’t be. I’m not sure why. She rejected it, of course; somehow this makes me think that Josh is going to hear strange things about me.
I talked with several people on the phone yesterday. I talked with Gretta; she is going to go to court for a Class 2 Misdemeanor or a Second Degree Misdemeanor or something like that. She was in possession of marijuana at school, which was not a good thing.
Shawn is gaining respect in Emily’s eyes; he is learning how to program his TI-82 and improving rapidly. This is a good thing. She wants his here-address, which I don’t have. I’ll have to get it to her.
Kim is collecting good quotes, and apparently I am quite a provider of them. I have said many things concerning…oh, many things. I must remember to write her the story of my phone call to Shawn after I got off the phone with her.
I was talking to Kim, and I made my second semi-serious proposal of marriage. It was to her. The first was to Emily. I have, however, made strong hints to Josh, but those don’t qualify as proposals. The strongest thing I’ve ever done to Josh in that respect would be called more a proposition, I fear. But anyway, I asked Kim to marry me. She refused, albeit in a good-natured way. After we were kicked off the phone, I called Shawn. After “Hello,” “Hello,” was said on either side of the phone line, I complained, phrasing carefully, “I’m pouting. My second semi-serious proposal of marriage was rejected!”
I was not aware that Shawn had been programming at the time that I called him. However, I soon became aware of this when he shouted, in that way you shout when you have just heard or accomplished something excellent, “YES!!”
After an initial shocked moment, where it seemed to me that Shawn had just shouted “YES!!” at the news of my rejection, I began to laugh, because that was obviously a clueless “YES!!” It was hilarious. And then he began to talk about how he had been debugging…I cracked up absolutely, and had to tell him the story. It’s one for Much Ado. No; it’s one for the Trilogy That Isn’t.
I called Kim again today, and left a message on the machine about the hilarious incident that had to do something with the question that my friend Shanna had asked her. Her family listens to the machine, you see, and I had to say something that did not disturb them unduly. I had fun doing that, y’know? So she called me back and we had a hilarious conversation about anything, everything, and nothing at all. I like talking with her.
Today, I drove John and William out of the room by saying that all I needed was to fall in love with a guy who had the same taste in girls that I did. That was interesting.
I’m working on a tape that I’m calling Identity Crisis. It’s my second conglomeration of REM songs, this one with a theme. This one, actually, is not going to have all REM songs on it; it will have at least one by Madonna, and perhaps some more by other artists. I’m definitely going to need some They Might Be Giants. The Identity Crisis theme is both Star Trek and a reference to this summer…all the songs will have some sort of bearing on it. I’m making the Identity Crisis tape for listening alternative to my normal tape, Finest Worktape. I like this tape. I like both of them.
I had an interesting experience with Shawn and our calculators today. We were standing in quite close quarters, so I was close enough to feel the heat of his body. That was turn-on enough, but to then have him linking our calculators…! That was wonderful. His calculator had the link hanging out of it, with one end uncoupled. I held my calculator still for him to place the link into. He plugged it in. I’m sure we were both aware of the extreme sexuality of the situation: there he was, putting a male end of a connector into a female coupling. This male end was his; the link was his, and it was already connected to his calculator. The calculator was mine, and he was putting his link into my calculator of his own free will—without my taking things over, merely my cooperation in allowing him to put it in. Coincidence? I think not. In fact…well, he will be mine! Or I will be his…or both, most enthusiastically.
I must think about exactly how serious I was in asking Kim to marry me. I think I was quite serious. We are counting to five now. I like the image. Now if we could find a sixth for Emily…oh, this song…Hmm. I’m thinking…I’m thinking about me and Shawn and Emily and Josh and Kim, the more the merrier, isn’t that right? I’m also thinking about the songs that I’m taping. I think that the REM guys are psychic, I’d swear to it.
Hannah came over, and Father Sir told the story about his voodoo doll. Hmm? Hannah and I exchanged looks. The teacher ended up going to the hospital with bleeding ulcers. Yes, I think that perhaps my talents come down to me through my father.
Kim is going to have to corner me about the principles of Wicca sometime. She said so, at least. I’m Joshian with quite strongly Wiccan tendencies, I think. Emily is some odd mix of Catholic and Joshian, which fit together quite well, for her, at least. Kim’s religious heritage is Unitarian (father) and Jewish (mother.) What an odd combination!
Josh, according to Joshian principles, is the Second Coming. We’re going to make him come more than twice, though. According to this, Emily would be a nun: the bride of the Savior…or—the wife of Josh! Hmm…that bears some thought.
What an odd combination of music this is! REM, Madonna, and They Might Be Giants! That’s going to be strange, you know? I love this. I love this place, I love Kim…Kim makes me happy, and Shawn…hey, maybe if Shawn and Kim met? I’d love that, if Shawn and Kim and Josh and Emily and I were a quintet. I’d like that, for sure.
This is going to be an interesting tape, no doubt. I love all of these songs, and they…well, it’s really fun making this, and it’s going to be even more fun listening to this after I get done with my work. I like working sometimes. I write essays for Hystery. That’s fun, always.
Kim and I were talking until way, way too late. She called me this time, and she’s so incredibly sweet! I like her lots.
I’m adding some Alanis Morrissette as well. It’s just a great combination, and most of these songs have memories attached to them, for some odd reason. Maybe because I got the CD’s at about the right time for them to have very loaded memories…these songs on Jagged Little Pill have the flavor of cooked-out london broil with Father Sir’s special sauce, eaten cold with equally chilled green olives. It’s a delicious thing to eat, especially with a great huge salad with plenty of salt and vinegar and onions and Greek olives…ah, that would be quite delicious indeed.
As you can see, I appreciate food. The scale tells me that as well. The scale tells me that I’d better take up some form of exercise. I believe that fencing is in order, as that will give me some of the things I’ve been lacking. It also seems like something I’d like…and, of course, that Shawn would appreciate in a woman.
I don’t want to change him, as much as that may not sound like me. I’d like it if he changes, but if he doesn’t, I’m not going to try to change him against his will. I’m not going to make that mistake ever again. If they don’t want to be changed, don’t try to. I’m not going to try again.
As much as I complain about him, I love him as-is. You see, he’s just so loveable! The thing is, I’d also like it if he liked me too, as much as I liked him. That would be very nice, and then…well, I’ve got this Heinlein-esque view of sex. You see, you let the SO do whatever he/she/they want(s) to do, and then you sit back, relax, join in, stand watch to make sure they’re not disturbed, cover their asses…whatever you want to do, except—don’t try and keep the one monogamous. Monogamy=monotony, to some ways of thinking.
I’m happy tonight. Things in the world seem peaceful. Shawn didn’t call—I guess he had more important things to do. I don’t mind, not at the moment. The house is warm, and I’m constructing a tape that will be useful tomorrow to listen to when I’m done with my finals, and then when there’s the time between the time when the finals are done, and the time when that fencing meeting takes place. I’m going to do everything I can to ensure that I go.
Watching the reel of tape to see that it doesn’t run out before the song is over…strange, but kind of fun…and the tape did run out. But it was so close to the end of the song it doesn’t matter. I timed the other side of the tape that way, too. I like having a good ending…I wish it had ended a little more gracefully. But I’m happy with Identity Crisis, I think.
