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Oct. 16th, 2002
Breakfast with Darkside. Nice and peaceful. I am wearing a shirt that used to be a bit too small, and it fits very well. I look good. Ditto with the jeans. 274 this morning.
Science class. Quipped pointedly at Bird that the National Forests were in danger from too much Bush, which he agreed with, though he approved of the way that Bush is handling the situation in Iraq. I agreed that he was entitled to his opinion, and that I still thought that Bush was an idiot.
Sat with Darkside and discussed game stuff. He's a sweetheart, and he got rid of the Dynamic Sorcery on Neighbor's character, which Neighbor was going to use to give Darkside GM conniptions. Darkside's only GM'ed three times, and he says that he's really not the person to do it if I want something special for my first time [gaming].
Dawn stopped by the table and gave me M&M's, as I'd given her some of mine a few days ago. I shared, of course. Darkside will eat M&M's. So he doesn't entirely hate chocolate, he just doesn't prefer it, always.
He's so warm, when we brush against each other.
Dawn has heard that you need a minimum of eight hugs a day for psychological health. I gave Darkside a few; he started counting them. When he made a snarky comment while I was headed off to Speech class, I came back and got revenge by kissing his forehead. He growled and got up to kick my ass; I scurried to class.
I was Seargent at Arms in Speech: my exercise of the day was to stretch out the legs, and hold for ten seconds. Good gods! I had no idea that everyone would be in so much pain from such a simple exercise...
Dawn and I hug out for a while after Speech. She was trying to get her textbook back from her Senior Project group leader; I got lunch. We stopped by the Tcom club bake sale first, though. Mmm, brownies. Chocolate is starting to do that thing to my mouth that bananas, walnuts, tomatoes, and pineapple do; this is not happy for me, but I am coping, and making sure not to overdo it.
As Dawn and I were leaving, Darkside came along. I have no idea why he was wandering the direction he was wandering, but he saw us, and hollered down the hall after me. Mmm, Darkside. We wandered and chatted. The three of us have fun together. Darkside shared gaming stories with us, and collected more hugs. Once he was up to eight, Dawn and I both pounced at the same time. I think he must have gotten at least a dozen hugs all told today. He was grinning by the end of it all.
Dawn took me home, and I commenced the repair of the computers. I've managed to resolve the IRQ conflict on Red by making two hardware profiles, one the normal one, and one labelled "Network Enabled", but have yet to figure out what to do. I wrote everything down in the Book of Shadows that we're keeping for him (my father does the same thing for his computers, only calls it something else) and we advanced to a new level of error message, but managed to make him think that he has a network card that works.
Science class. Quipped pointedly at Bird that the National Forests were in danger from too much Bush, which he agreed with, though he approved of the way that Bush is handling the situation in Iraq. I agreed that he was entitled to his opinion, and that I still thought that Bush was an idiot.
Sat with Darkside and discussed game stuff. He's a sweetheart, and he got rid of the Dynamic Sorcery on Neighbor's character, which Neighbor was going to use to give Darkside GM conniptions. Darkside's only GM'ed three times, and he says that he's really not the person to do it if I want something special for my first time [gaming].
Dawn stopped by the table and gave me M&M's, as I'd given her some of mine a few days ago. I shared, of course. Darkside will eat M&M's. So he doesn't entirely hate chocolate, he just doesn't prefer it, always.
He's so warm, when we brush against each other.
Dawn has heard that you need a minimum of eight hugs a day for psychological health. I gave Darkside a few; he started counting them. When he made a snarky comment while I was headed off to Speech class, I came back and got revenge by kissing his forehead. He growled and got up to kick my ass; I scurried to class.
I was Seargent at Arms in Speech: my exercise of the day was to stretch out the legs, and hold for ten seconds. Good gods! I had no idea that everyone would be in so much pain from such a simple exercise...
Dawn and I hug out for a while after Speech. She was trying to get her textbook back from her Senior Project group leader; I got lunch. We stopped by the Tcom club bake sale first, though. Mmm, brownies. Chocolate is starting to do that thing to my mouth that bananas, walnuts, tomatoes, and pineapple do; this is not happy for me, but I am coping, and making sure not to overdo it.
As Dawn and I were leaving, Darkside came along. I have no idea why he was wandering the direction he was wandering, but he saw us, and hollered down the hall after me. Mmm, Darkside. We wandered and chatted. The three of us have fun together. Darkside shared gaming stories with us, and collected more hugs. Once he was up to eight, Dawn and I both pounced at the same time. I think he must have gotten at least a dozen hugs all told today. He was grinning by the end of it all.
Dawn took me home, and I commenced the repair of the computers. I've managed to resolve the IRQ conflict on Red by making two hardware profiles, one the normal one, and one labelled "Network Enabled", but have yet to figure out what to do. I wrote everything down in the Book of Shadows that we're keeping for him (my father does the same thing for his computers, only calls it something else) and we advanced to a new level of error message, but managed to make him think that he has a network card that works.
I may have just fixed my nagging problem with certain website logins.
First, I fixed my settings on the damn thing so that it no longer showed friendly error messages. That told me that I needed to fix my security settings...
Damn friendly error messages.
First, I fixed my settings on the damn thing so that it no longer showed friendly error messages. That told me that I needed to fix my security settings...
Damn friendly error messages.
Well, I'm working at it. A little early, perhaps, but I can do it; I can dig it. I'm re-doing the atrocious scene with the ketchup to something minor and mildly amusing; I may in fact cut it entirely, if not for the fact that it's the spur for Scotty falling in love with poor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosalynde.
rosalynde.Too tired to be working on anything other than bed right now.
In summary: masturbation when lonely makes things worse, not better, though does do things for the immediate craving of sex.
Trillian is still not connecting. Brat.
evealone stopped by and gave me hugs. Hugs are good things.
My dentist appointment is the morning of next Thursday, and then we will see about fixing the things that doubtless happened to the teeth between the time of my last dentist appointment and now. Amazingly, there was an appointment open... wow.
I may, however, be a little understandably crabby on next Friday, the day that Darkside and Dawn graduate.
I'm unhappy right now, with no clear cause. It's late. Alcohol usually affects my moods upwards, even during a depression, and I haven't had much. Votania's mood may be spilling over. I'm evidently On Call as clergy at the moment.
I'm going to miss Darkside, and seeing him every day. That may be what's hurting the most. I have tomorrow morning, Friday, and then Monday. Monday is his last final. His only final: Benes offered him a choice: take a final early, or take an average of his test grades for the final grade, as Benes' scheduled final is Wednesday, and senior grades are due Wednesday. As Darkside's test grades have been nice and high, Darkside's either going to wind up with an A or a B on his final, depending how close some of the grades were. That leaves Social Issues & Technology.
Dammit.
I hope he comes and visits often. I'm really going to miss seeing him at school. It's not half as agonizing as having a friend move away to another state, to perhaps never meet again, as a kid, but my lack of my own transportation makes me feel nearly as helpless. He now knows he's welcome to come by, but will he ever?
I don't want to lose him as a friend. Realistically, rationally, I know that unless I do something to him that makes him dislike me, I'm never going to alienate him, but it's not just his friendship, but the closeness that I treasure. I don't want that to go away.
So that's why I'm crying.
In summary: masturbation when lonely makes things worse, not better, though does do things for the immediate craving of sex.
Trillian is still not connecting. Brat.
evealone stopped by and gave me hugs. Hugs are good things. My dentist appointment is the morning of next Thursday, and then we will see about fixing the things that doubtless happened to the teeth between the time of my last dentist appointment and now. Amazingly, there was an appointment open... wow.
I may, however, be a little understandably crabby on next Friday, the day that Darkside and Dawn graduate.
I'm unhappy right now, with no clear cause. It's late. Alcohol usually affects my moods upwards, even during a depression, and I haven't had much. Votania's mood may be spilling over. I'm evidently On Call as clergy at the moment.
I'm going to miss Darkside, and seeing him every day. That may be what's hurting the most. I have tomorrow morning, Friday, and then Monday. Monday is his last final. His only final: Benes offered him a choice: take a final early, or take an average of his test grades for the final grade, as Benes' scheduled final is Wednesday, and senior grades are due Wednesday. As Darkside's test grades have been nice and high, Darkside's either going to wind up with an A or a B on his final, depending how close some of the grades were. That leaves Social Issues & Technology.
Dammit.
I hope he comes and visits often. I'm really going to miss seeing him at school. It's not half as agonizing as having a friend move away to another state, to perhaps never meet again, as a kid, but my lack of my own transportation makes me feel nearly as helpless. He now knows he's welcome to come by, but will he ever?
I don't want to lose him as a friend. Realistically, rationally, I know that unless I do something to him that makes him dislike me, I'm never going to alienate him, but it's not just his friendship, but the closeness that I treasure. I don't want that to go away.
So that's why I'm crying.
...I'm aching again.
Yeah. That.
And no one to reach for me and kiss me.
Bitchy Witchy Week isn't due for another week, approximately, so this is probably right on schedule. It hasn't hurt this way for a while, though...
Yeah. That.
And no one to reach for me and kiss me.
Bitchy Witchy Week isn't due for another week, approximately, so this is probably right on schedule. It hasn't hurt this way for a while, though...
