Just wanted to post a quick link: The New Voters Project. Vote, dammit!

Hmm... well, at this point I don't really care that much about the week before last anymore. In summation: I made a couple really big pancakes, which I thoroughly enjoyed, after making a mistake measuring the ingredients, I saw my former roommate that moved out, and apparently he's still in the building, so that must mean I'm a horrible roommate or something. Whatever. I have the apartment to myself :-p.

The retreat was GREAT! There wasn't as much time for fun as I would've liked and I think just about everyone else agrees. So we'll have to do another one soon so we can just play around. But we did get a lot of business done and we did some good bonding. I just hope everyone realizes it (even though some people don't show it as much as others).

Basically, I'm doing well. Busy as hell for the next few weeks (don't count on posts) due to a double rush schedule combined with midterms and actually doing my homework. Dean is starting to want out of his job, and from his description of it, I don't blame him. I want to console him but I'm not sure how, firstly, and two I don't have much time to spend with him right now. Eric is also depressed, which makes me sad. I've been calling his cell phone and leaving messages but he hasn't called back nor has he yet picked up the phone. I hope he's doing alright. Jason apparently had a breakdown over the weekend, most especially during the retreat, and to be honest I'm really surprised because I didn't notice a thing (PAY ATTENTION, GEOFF!).

Tonight was the first info night for Phi Sigma Pi, and we only had about 10 people show up. But, there was a HUGE biology test tonight, and many clubs also have meetings on Mondays. So, we're thinking and hoping that tomorrow will be better. There's a bowling/dinner event coming up with Delta Rho in a week or two, which should be fun. It's up in Greeley, but I think I'll take the time to go, if I can. I really want to be closer to the PSP brothers after seeing what it's like with DLP. I also need to get on the national listserv here soon... maybe I'll go ahead and do that right now. Well, after finishing with this post. Sunday I had a concert and a rehearsal, both of which went pretty well. The concert was with the Denver Pops and we held a fundraising dance at the El Jebel Shrine in Denver. It was a beautiful ballroom. I would love to play there all the time. Then, of course, afterwards was Bright'nJazz rehearsal, and then I came home and did homework since there was no DLP meeting this weekend. Today was school as usual, though I got a homework back where I got a 34/80. O.O Ouch. I hope I do better on the next few.

Well, I'd best get going. Have a great night, y'all!

Alright, well... I can't remember much of what's happened in the past week (which was part of the point of the blog in the first place, so that I could remember...)

So, let's do "The Day of Bad Decisions" first, which I remember all too well.

DATE: Last Thursday. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and then I had to go to work early in the morning. Well, I was tired of work so I skipped out a bit early. Not a great decision. But whatever. I went to the physics lab to finish my long freaking lab report (which I got an 81 on!!!@!@!#@!), which took me about four hours to completely type and everything. Somewhere in there I managed to get to my phonetics lab and get most of the way finished with it. Now, writing on a Thursday, I can tell you that by Thursdays I'm pretty well fed up with homework and school. Especially so after the lab writeup. I was ready to get fucked up. Conveniently, the frat bois were going out to Dream in celebration of David's birthday. Beforehand, of course, getting fucked up. I'm getting ready to go, and my intuition says, "Don't." But I say to it, "What's the worst that can happen?" and it says, "Someone will be hit by a car." And I'm like, "Whoa." and he's like, "Whoa!" and then we were like, "Whoa." But I tell it to play hide and go fuck itself and head over to Jason's with Papu, Kyonee and Xav. And proceed to get more than mildly fucked up. (I was drinking "soda" for all you brothers out there. Yes, "soda." Tiny bubbles, you know.) And that's fine with me, I'm ready to be screwed up. I leave my keys and wallet at Jase's so that I won't lose them on the bus (this is both a good idea and a bad idea...). We head out and get to the bus stop and everyone's having a good time (except possibly the other people at the stop. I don't know; I couldn't focus long enough to look at them). Bus comes, everybody's happy, on the bus. Somewhere in there I start feeling sick. Not sufficiently sick to get off bus, but enough that I know and fear what's coming if the bus doesn't stop soon. Which it doesn't. Poor bus driver. Oh well. Anyway, I'm feeling a little better by that point, and when we actually get off the bus (after everyone assuring me that they've all done it) and start walking around outside I feel immensely improved. But I don't want to go to the club. Jason, Kyonee and Opie stick with me and we even go to a pizza parlor nearby to help me settle down. But I still don't want to go. Finally, we're standing near the bus stop, arguing about who should go on and who should go back with me (and I'm also feeling bad at this point for making Jase come back with me, because he's refusing to let me go by myself) and we finally argee to go to the club. We get a taxi and get over to the club and... Opie has lost his wallet somewhere, most likely on the bus. So he can't get in. Kristina comes out and takes Opie and myself back home while Jason and Kyonee go into the club. Now, remember those keys? I can't get into my apartment without them, and somehow I'm lucid enough to remember this. So I go ...

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Statewide power flicker just now?!?!?

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back to Kristina & Opie's and sleep the rest of the night there. In the morning, when I'm feeling oh so wonderful and happy, Opie and I leave and take the bus over towards Jason's so I can get my keys back (well, Opie was going to class. The route was fortunate). While en route, both Scott and Sarah get on the bus, seeing me (and speaking with me in Scott's case) in my not-very-fabulous-at-all hung over state. Great. Anyway, the rest of Friday was fine except that I didn't go to any classes except physics and slept through my lunch date with Nara.

Stories!

Okay, I probably won't be able to post tonight, but I'll try to post tomorrow. I've got a bunch of things I want to say, if I can remember them. To tease you, they include, "The Day of Bad Decisions" and "The Huge Ass Pancake." (Take THAT in the sense thou wilt ;-).

All in all, I'm well. Tired from getting less sleep than I should, but well.

Oh, and a reminder: if you aren't registered to vote, please get registered! And then VOTE!

It's REAL, I tells ya!

Okay, well probably not... but take a look anyway! See the dragon!

Woohoo! I've done it!!! Okay, well I've faked it, anyway. Whatever. The second "essay" block is the correct one in fixed-width. The fourth is what it looks like in regular. Now I need to find out whether or not it renders correctly in other browsers...

It doesn't, at least not in the incredibly out-of-date, failing, standards-non-compliant piece of crap that is ie. So... what now? Hmm... well, the entire world could switch to Mozilla, which does render it properly. But, that's not gonna happen any time soon. So... I dunno. I'll have to think some more. The only thing I can think of right away is that Jase would have to mark it up with tags himself. Which is exactly what we want to avoid. So. More later.

This is a test. This is normal blogstyle writing. Filler text: Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.

Now we are in essay mode. Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.

Now we are in essay mode. Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.

Now we are in essay mode. Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing filler text? It fills me with joy to ramble on and on about absolutely nothing just so my pages look like they have content! I try to apply these same skills when writing papers: throw in the word "discourse" or "narrative" every now and then and voila! If you're squinting, legally blind, or can't read, it will look like an intelligent, well-thought-out paper, when in reality, I wrote it at 4:30 in the morning hopped up on DayQuil, cigarettes and espresso. It's foolproof.

This is regular again.

Heyo...

I know I promised some postage but it's past bedtime (work tomorrow... yuck). But I thought I'd introduce you all to Webb, another one of the (pledge) brothers. Hmm, now Kyonee has told me that he has a LiveJournal (so someday I'll be able to actually find it) and that Papu has a blog on blogspot. Hmm... I shall have to search very dilligently sometime soon.

Based on the conversation yesterday, Dean != geoff.boyfriend. Oh well, there's plenty of cute guys around... I can focus on Nate again! ;-) And we're still gonna hang out, so that'll be fun.

I'll write about my weekend later. I want to throw out some guesses about this mystery poster:

Jesse (?? Prolly not...)
Dean (not likely... Why the "GOOD JOB BUDDY" if so?)
Eric (actually... one of my top guesses at this point...)
Kerry (The loner thing fits... but it's not really his writing style...)

Otherwise I'm completely clueless. I'm really not all that good at guessing games like this... Ooh, I know who I'd like it to be... Nate ;-) (he's still cute... even if there is Dean to consider... which reminds me, I need to find out from Dean what our relationship is... he'd mentioned one time that someone went around saying they were dating after like two or three days and it annoyed him a lot... so I don't want to do that... [We're not dating yet :-p])

Just reminding everybody to Just Say No to Microsoft (following reading God's Ex-Boyfriend's Blog of January 24).

So...

I found out last night that Scott and Sarah broke up Wednesday night. Came as a complete surprise to me, though, once again, I probably wasn't paying close enough attention. I'm still not sure why (it didn't feel like the right thing to ask last night when I went over to Scott's, though I was expecting him to talk about it more than he did). Near as I can tell, Scott just doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with Sarah. He still seems to like her as a friend, though. Lunch today with them did not go well, I thought. They were both too mopey to be having lunch together, and I'm sure that sitting with Xav and Dalyn didn't help them (my bad... oops. Oh well. Nothing to be done now.) I feel for them both but I don't really know what I should do. So. We'll see what happens. Hopefully they will both be happier soon. Sarah seemed more upset than Scott, but it could be that Scott just hides his emotions differently than Sarah. I hope he knows how to deal with them properly.

In other news... Um... School today. Got up very late (8:40 for my 9:00 class) and didn't have time to shave. Went to class, came back and got the digital camera for Veronica ('cause she hadn't emailed me yet about a meeting time) and took it to the office before going to class again. Other than that, mostly uneventful.

Now, to let all you silly folks know about what Dean and I did (and you'll think that I'm strange for making the deal out of it that I'm making, and wonder why, and I want you to remember that the first boy I kissed was Chris on New Year's Eve... so I'm rather inexperienced...): We came back to my apartment and Dean showed my some music files on his computer, which were relatively interesting but I was kinda tired and I wasn't paying a great deal of attention. After he got bored of that (and... in case Dean or Kyonee ever reads this... he had his arms crossed during the whole music thing, so what was he uncomfortable about?), we started cuddling, which I enjoyed. Then he began teasing me (not verbally) and said that I was like a puppy in that a grown dog would tease back. Okay, fine. So we start doing a little bit more and the "nose button" subject comes up. He pushes my nose button, and I don't do anything (it wasn't programmed yet). So he asks about it, and I push his. So he owes someone whose name I can't remember a hug. Okay, bizzare. We're going on a little bit more and he pushes it again, so I kiss him (what do you know, it somehow got programmed!)(he later said that he wasn't expecting that that night). And we're going along and we decide that the couch sucks and we should go to the bed. So we go to the bed. And we're making out (clothes still on, people) and I start breathing funny... so I call a stop, figuring my comfort zone has been left. And after that we talk for a while. I was uncomfortable with how I responded for a couple days, but I'm doing better now and am planning on calling him to hang out sometime soon again.

So, there you have it. Not nearly as frothing as you'd hoped, is it? I'm still intrigued with him, but I'm definitely not interested the way that I was Sunday.

So, yay for having more experience. The question now is, is my nose button programmed to "kiss Dean" or "kiss pusher?" Mwahahaha!

Quite a bit has happened since I last wrote. Perhaps not as significant to some other people as it seems to me (and I'm sure it will fade in prominence in time), but I should write about it anyway.

Sunday after the last post, I went and met Kyonee for coffee and an interview. (Turns out that Kyonee knows Cannon... which is how Eizo got invited to the party). He brought along someone he'd met online, Dean. At first I wasn't all that interested. But as time went on (and we migrated over to the Taj to have some chai and chicken), I found myself liking him more and more.

I became quite infatuated with Dean that night. Eventually we had to leave and Kyonee and I went to the meeting.

Monday, Dean and I had lunch together on his work break (I was off due to MLK, Jr day). I didn't talk much, since I'm not always sure what to say. But it was enjoyable, and I invited him into my apartment. He proceeded to look through my cabinets and such (not that I minded), and through the entire apartment (turns out that my key does work on the other bedroom, so Dusty will have an actual bed to sleep in when he comes again), and we hung out for a while before he had to go back to work. He wanted to get together again that night, but I had a family meeting with my surrogate, so I went to that instead.

Tuesday, I had work and then school. We had decided that we would go out that evening since I couldn't go out Monday evening. Dean had told me he was going to play pool with his friends. Turns out he's in a league, which was a bit of a surprise, but there I go, making assumptions again. Anyway, afterwards we did our part to turn Peaberry's into the Gay Coffee Shop and then decided that it would be fun to play a board game or something. If only I had one. So, we went to Target, but didn't see any we liked, so we came back to my apartment.

I'm not going to describe what went on after that point because I'm not ready to, yet. Suffice it to say that nothing bad happened, but nothing like what you pervs are thinking, either. :-p

We did talk for a while, and he made some comments which I thought were interesting but I hadn't put much thought into until today, when I just happened to read a queerbychoice mailinglist digest plugging the Celebrate Friendship website. I've read some of the articles on the site, and I've decided that this is the sort of thing he meant. (I want to point to one article in particular, that of The Cleanser). Isn't it refreshing to see what a little bit of history can do for you?

Now, what does this mean to me? I don't know yet. It mostly depends on how hung up I remain on gender and sexual relationships. Hopefully I'll grow out of that soon ('cause baby, it's kinda getting old). We'll see.

Oh, rehearsal on Wednesday was alright, and today was okay. I went grocery shopping, so now I can finally make that macaroni and cheese!