Morning!

Came to school earlier than Darkside. He has strep throat, and hasn't been feeling particularly well either. It's a toss-up as to which one of us is the more ill.

We've been telling barf jokes.

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Finished the science test.

Darkside is chilling out to the point where he can pat me on the head and sarcastically say, "Yes, dear".

Poor Darkside

Over the weekend he came down with strep throat. He says if he doesn't feel better by the end of class today, he's going to call in to work and then get another doctor's note. Gargling with salt water should probably be done before eating breakfast and taking antibiotics...

He did give me the lovely mental picture of him in pajama pants. Mmm.

Poor guy, though. We were comparing who was sicker this morning. I started out worse, but am getting better; he started out better but is getting worse. He's running a fever. His hair is so very soft...

His group eventually showed up to work on their speech, which involves cellphone penetration.

Is it even possible to trade someone virgins?

Darkside is feeling secure enough in our friendship to pat me on the head and say "Yes, dear" sarcastically.

We started to head to the computer lab after breakfast, but when I turned white and had to lean against the railing for a minute, Darkside turned us around and marched us back into the cafeteria. I collapsed on one of the couches in the pit, and he stayed there with me for a bit before going back to the lab, as he had work to do. I remained on the couch until the nasty smell of overpowering greasy bacon made the place unlivable, at which point I wandered into the computer lab.

Scheduling:

Register for CIS231 instead of CIS405 and register for HUMN422 (NOT at Noon) instead of MGMT303.

Attention...

No, Darkside, thank you for pointing that out, but no, I do not need to wash my cleavage. That is not dirt, but a permanent skin discoloration thanks to an infection I had in high school...

(Before, I'd commented on the ill-advisedness of punching him in the stomach for something silly or other, because that likely would have caused him to barf on me. He commented that yeah, if he were in any shape to be aiming, that he'd have to barf down my cleavage, and then commented that I need to wash it...)

So, again. Why is he looking at my cleavage?

Skippy says I have very nice boobs.

Comments, notes, rumors

Darkside has a habit of calling me "Mrs. ...." to make a point (such as "Mrs. Likes-to-stay-up-all-night"), and when he says that, I glare at him, and point out that I am technically unmarried. It's gotten to the point where it's a friendly routine. Today, when he called me Mrs. something-or-other topical to the discussion, I gave him the Look, and he responded that actually, Votania and I might as well be married ... we're living together, we have a kid... there was much giggling.

Poor Darkside and his Social Issues & Technology group! They present tomorrow, and they're still not all together. I should bring marbles tomorrow, but not attend the speech. Darkside doesn't believe me when I say that I won't be there. The guys finally showed up, later than they should have been. There was much giggling on the subject of cellphone penetration.

I am Darkside's friend. He mentioned this to me this morning when I told him about my breakdown over the weekend. If I were not his friend, we wouldn't be as close as we are, and he wouldn't be trying to help me get through some of these things. Glad you felt like saying it, even though I already know...

Our group overall got an A- on the speech; individually, Bob and I both got an A-, and Dylan got a B of some description. Our group was praised for working so very well together. Um...? We got together to decide the topic, we split it up into loosely chronological sections, and we each were responsible for coming up with five minutes' worth of noise. We checked in with each other at the beginning of the class when we were to present it; the entire performance went off smoothly, not because we'd rehearsed together, or even rehearsed much at all, just because we're that good. The group after us, the one that had actually worked together, was called out for not working together. What gives?

Our next speech is the Demonstration Speech. There are to be no animals, no weapons, and no booze. I whispered to Bob that perhaps an inflatable sheep would be appropriate? Bob laughed. Later, on the bit about the pathos, I muttered something about a demonstration of cunnilingus. Guess my mind's in the gutter today.

One of the darling ladies at the Sith Academy forwarded an article about penis size vs. shoe size, which I found enlightening, though not surprising, given the example of Shawn (huge feet, but slightly less than average). Giggled over the concept with Darkside, after checking out his shoe size. (He was glad to hear that there was no correlation, as his feet are small.)

Darkside follows me. He is used to me walking with him places, and is so accustomed to this that when he and I have separate directions to go, and it isn't made clear to him that he is headed one way, and I'm heading another way, even though it's clear to me, he will tag along after me. It's a little like having a little duckling. Eventually he will realize that the place where he was supposed to have been going is other than the place we are going; at that point he does detach and go his direction. I think it's sweet, and encouraging. He's used to spending time with me, now, and this bodes well for our keeping in contact after he graduates.

Darkside did get to talk to Dennis K. this weekend. Good.

Mmm: soft.

I've been checking Darkside's temperature today, by holding the inside of my wrist against his forehead. He's warmer than I am anyway, even though my body temperature's normally 99 F... today he was hotter. When checking his temperature, my other hand automatically goes to the back of his head. His hair's so soft...

I hope he feels better soon.

Ooh! Gothy!

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Technically...

Renewing the lease today could be considered by some as a six-month handfasting...

We've decided that if/when Votania and I relocate to CA for my new job after graduation, that she shall be my domestic partner. We have no known biological relationship, so even though we're emotionally like sisters, it wouldn't hold water for any legal standpoint.

Hee.

"Domestic partners." Truth, even if the phrase does have some sexual connotations...

Oh, and?

marxdarx, when I was out of it on Saturday night, do you remember all that transpired? I'm afraid that I don't; I was too very much out of it to be registering most things. I was wondering if you could perhaps help me remember. Holes in my memory bother me.

Bemused Loony

270? Mkay. Looks like I'm going to have to be careful what I eat, and make sure I eat enough. I'm not going to argue with weight drops when they happen, but I've got to make sure that they don't get out of control. I'm to start watching it when I hit 200, and slow way the hell down at 180, and STOP at 160. Those are minimum figures there. My comfortable high school weight was around 195, and I looked damn good at that. I had padding to play around with, there; if I got myself toned as well as thin, I suspect... well, I don't know what the scale would say, but my pants size would tell all.

Am not being idiot: did eat apple and protein shake and vitamins, even though stomach still a bit on strike. Had a serving of popcorn chicken for lunch.

Will renew lease tomorrow.

Silly Songs

Darkside and I were having a silly songfest this morning, trying to remember the old silly songs from school.

We came up with:

"Deck the halls with gasoline"
"Row, row, row your boat ... throw your teacher overboard and listen to her scream"
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to school we go, with razorblades and hand grenades, hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho"

but not much else.

Anybody remember more, or verses to above?

Demonstration Speech

My demonstration speech for Ashford's class is next Thursday.

I think I'll do a Tarot reading.