Morning (lack of sleep)

Took a nice long (5 1/2 hour) nap yesterday afternoon; was up waaaayyyy too late cleaning up, doing laundry, checking mail, etc. Those on my friends list will see that BJ contacted me again. It's spelled like "user", only with an L. Got maybe an hour of sleep after that. Was going to sleep in, but my body decided against it.

Darkside's going to be busy tomorrow before movie, so probably not. Drat. Drat drat drat. Some other time, I hope.

And why didn't Darkside tell me that his Controls & Securities teacher was hot? I mean, I've seen the guy when escorting Darkside to class, but he substituted for Sheldon Thursday and Monday, and ... yum. Brains and beauty both. Did I mention the long curly reddish hair?

Whyyyyyy? </whine>

Every now and then, someone slips over a boundary and gets shoved back. Even though I shouldn't have been there in the first place, I still feel terrible...

Whine, whine, whine.

ATTACK of the fucking CLONES!!!!!!!

Dawn is dragging me with her on the epic trip to go see the movie tonight. Included will be a large sampling of her local family, including a lot of kids. Some teenagers, some starting to do the belligerent thing.

I shall have to plan diversions. She wasn't sure how OK with that I'd be; I do wonderfully with kids past the age of reason, as long as I'm not supposed to fill in totally for their parents. With a certain person who I was a surrogate mother-figure for, the situation totally bombed out. A little (a day or three) is fine. Two weeks+ is not. One movie should be great fun.

One of the guys in my class group has seen the movie already, and is probably going to be burning copies for the people who beg him on their knees.

1 am, baby. AZ Mills mall.

Darkside's going to absolutely strangle me in the morning. He's going to want spoilers, and I'm going to want sleep. He's already read the Pat Wrede version (so have I; we traded AotC for DI; Wrede for Bujold, and then returned the books the next day) but he still wants to know what's up.

I'm going to be hyper all afternoon. Wow. Hyper. Wow. Star Wars.

I'm thinking I may go in light costume; either classic Queen Amidala makeup or some light Jedi or Princess Leia hair. I almost have the hair for it now, without the black yarn to fill out the puffs. ...No, not quite.

I'm going undercover in any case; this is the branch of Dawn's family that freaks out about all things witchy. Considering that it runs in the family, and the kids really need proper training before something odd starts happening more than it already is, this should be interesting. Rings off; necklace hidden.

Star Wars! Wheeee!!!

Religiously imposed self-control

There are systems of belief that require that their adherents abstain from doing some activity or other. It could be with the sex thing, it could be pork, it could be using any Microsoft product.

Yeah, it's something you don't want your coreligionists doing. But, if the test is of your self-control, does it not say something more for the self control to have done it and liked it and not do it again because of the faith you have?

Conversely, it says your self-control's for shit if you have done it once and then continue to do it on the grounds that you're already damned. It is possible to reformat your hard drive and reinstall Mandrake.

Put down the AOL coffee coaster.

No one gets hurt.

sweet/sad

He loves me just enough to keep me loving him. Not less. When I'm bummed out about something, even if it was something he said to me, especially if it was something he said to me, he'll hit me on the head to make me smile and feel better.

It hurt him when I turned away from him and wouldn't look at the amusing thing he'd found online. I just wasn't ready to get close to him that soon afterwards...

Yes. Hit me over the head to cheer me up. Why? It's a value of pain that doesn't "hurt" ... there's at least a little of the masochist in me. It's physical contact, and physical contact, with Darkside, is an indication that he's okay with you. If he's mad, he won't touch you, won't make eye contact for long, won't angle his head in your direction. He gets rough with friends, like I were one of the guys.

Why am I always one of the guys? I rather like the position. I'd rather sit there and drink Dew until dawn with an all-night D&D session than be taken out somewhere where neither of us is comfortable.

...but then, I'd love to dance with him sometime, sometime other than out in the courtyard when we started out fighting.

Breaking my heart, I know. Do I care?

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Vast Suckage

Votania got sent home from work today, throwing up and stuff. She's in bed and not feeling well. I picked up Nephew, and afterwards reclaimed my bus pass from digitalambience, to whom I had loaned it the other day when he was supposedly going off in search of a haircut, but instead wound up going out on a date.

In lighter news, as soon as I'm cooled off, off again on a munchie run for the movie tonight. Large purse == blessing.

Plan: Dawn comes by ~10:30, we leave, go grab a bite to eat, go to the AZ Mills mall, meet up with her assorted relations, and wait for seats. Showtime starts at 1 am.

Adam and I are phasing out the romantic stuff in our relationship, pretty much leaving us as friends who love each other, sleep in the same bed, and have fun in the sack every now and then. Not a problem here. The problem was in the attempted abrupt and "unnatural" ends to the relationship; here, we're gradually diminishing the level of involvement with no acrimony.