Interesting Title That Has an Overly Obscure Reference to My Life

Hey there.
I'm at work right now, but the steady stream of customers has slowed and something compelled me to write.
Today is my last day working at the Scoop for the season. As much as I've complained about it, I really will miss this job, all its quirks, and the friends it has enabled me to make. But for now here I sit, taking in my surroundings and eating a chunk of peanut butter fudge.

I am very pleased with how my senior year is going so far (if you can consider one week any progress at all). I feel like a different person, and I just pray that I will be accepted for who I am. I am looking forward to so much, but with the excitement comes an unavoidable apprehension.

Vamos a ver...it's all we can do.

All the best,
S-

Everyone's Screaming, I am Dreaming of You...

Lion's Teeth is a fantastic song.

I quite enjoy school so far. I have several classes that I really love, and I think it's going to be a good year. I spend the first 55 of my school day sketching and painting and listening to whatever music Mr. Watson deems interesting, which is always entertaining. I have a few other classes that require little to no academic ability, which is great. I still always look forward to my blessed lunch periods. :smiles:

I wrote an autobiography for Lit which I am considering posting here. It'll be up if I ever get the nerve.


for dear life
we hold on,
S-

Woke Up New

It's so hard to write lately, which I find extremely frustrating.
The following is my attempt; excuse mistakes.

Today was the first day of my senior year. Someone quite special to me took me up on my offer, so I spent a lovely hour or so with M and S at Cup a Joe. Warm caramel latte, a smoke, and some much-needed relaxation. Aplus for sure.

After fixing my schedule (for the fourth time), I headed to my second period P.E. class. Coach Kieckbusch seems very nice, and I found myself resisting the urge to call him Paul. Paul...we spent most of the period talking about rules and consequences and other non-noteworthy topics. D has gym the same period, so I spent a while catching up with him. :]

Next I had Drawing and Painting. Mr. Watson has grown a beard, was wearing nice pants, and seems easy to get along with. E and a few others I know are in that class with me, and I found the period's activity and short lecture very intriguing.

Third period Lit was extremely intimidating, but when I noticed Mr. Head has a coffee pot, a stash of tea and something that could possibly be an espresso machine in his room, I figured we'll learn to get along. The reading quiz tomorrow? Let's pretend it's not going to happen.

It was a wonderful surprise to find both M and K in my Spanish class. I am so happy to have Moeller again. Who would have thought I'd miss her?! The class moved along very smoothly and I was pleased to see how quickly speaking the language came back to me.

Lunch was lovely. Filled with hugs and smiles and friendly faces and pizza that dear sweet M brought, the period ended far too soon.

Fifth period Discrete Math might be the best accidental decision I ever made. E is in it with me, and we sat together and caught up. :] Mr. Miller is distractingly tall with a rather monotone voice, but he seems rather harmless, other than his over-devotion to sports...

Sixth period Yearbook also went smoothly. The usual borderline creepy comments from Stanfa made me cringe/grin, and giggling with cutie-pie R made me happy.

I ended the school day with seventh period Religions, a class I am very much looking forward to. Loranger is her usual fantastic self, and I have many friends in that class. :]


EDIT : I never finished this yesterday, so I suppose I'll just add my closing remarks now. Overall, I'm looking forward to this year, but it certainly comes with a certain amount of apprehension as well. I suppose we'll just have to see. Today S lent me a sweatshirt, and I found myself almost unconsciously burying my head in it and breathing in the scent. It helped me realize that there's something I'm very much hoping for and maybe lucky number 27 will being it to me.

Best of luck and good wishes,
S-

How do you spell festivities?

If I told you everything about my last 24 hours, you wouldn't believe me. And I wouldn't want you to.

I feel rather awful right now, but MY, what an experience. I want so badly to write about it all, spill every detail with relish and delight and pain. But I won't. I want to curl up and fall into a deep, restful sleep, but I can't. I must be at work very soon.

I have realized there are angels among us. They walk the Goddess's great Earth with us, sometimes unseen and unacknowledged. Others have names and stories and some just happen to be unfailingly perfect and your best friend in the whole wide world. Some might be tall, soft spoken men from Ohio, with kind eyes and a Chevy pickup. Still others are baristas, dark hair lining their eyes, who can take one look at you and know it's not okay.

So how do you spell festivities?
A Styrofoam cooler, a borrowed green and pink bikini, looking into stunning eyes, late nights, impulsiveness, circle of death? Stolen toothpaste and sleepy mornings. Tears and phone calls and marshy ditches.


- "I don't want you to watch me brush my teeth!"
--"Is it bad that I don't care?"
- "Hmph"
--"You want to pout about it?"
-"Yes."

"NPH wouldn't do that."

...


Be well,
S-