Plenty of good things have gone on in the past month, but I'm not even going to attempt to catalogue them all. But here are some extra-special things that happened today:
-Chicken tenders, my secret weakness, made an appearance in the dining hall. I ate six, and I'm not even kidding.
-At registration, everything fell into place, which gave me hope after a term of mediocre classes and even more mediocre performances in said classes (today Carol Pal pointed a witchy finger at me and yelled "M.I.A.!", which really attests to her being fantastic more than anything.)
-I went to my trans therapist lady, and it looks like she might be coming around to writing me a perscription for man-juice sooner rather than later. I think it's because I told her that I would be thrilled to have a receeding hairline, which is actually true, oddly enough. Also, Hannah Torkelson was in the van when I got a ride back, so I got to blather with her about senior reviews instead of having my weekly awkward post-therapy chat with Bill the Van Driver (I think he thinks I go for physical therapy for my ankle; he keeps saying things like, "So, can you kick a field goal yet? Har har!" I usually say, "Looks like I'm benched for the season.")
-I spent all evening being more of a geek than usual about internet testosterone research instead of writing my M.I.A. paper for Ms. Pal (it's actually about Martin Guerre, not M.I.A.)
-Nedjo demanded via facebook that I start blogging again. I didn't even think he remembered who I was, not to mention that he read this old thing. These days I smoke alone in front of VAPA, and I miss your monotone complaints about the stupid bitches in your playwriting class, old friend. Hats off!
Now perhaps I'll think about that paper.
15 years ago
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