Today was wonderful at preschool. I rarely have a mellow, just purely joyful day what with there being a room-full of two-year olds in my charge, but today there were only 8 (as opposed to the usual 11) and I blew bubbles in the yard and they ran around popping them.
Bubbles are a guaranteed way to make someone happy. Shiny, hollow, impossibly spherical... one of those things you take for granted. Like gravity ... and light ... and the fact that the earth hasn't been hit by a giant life-ending meteor ... I'm getting carried away.
Today I had to say good bye to my old bf who's leaving for Australia for 6 weeks. He's pretty brave to go all alone, and I'm proud that he has the balls to do that. (okay, no one wants to hear about my ex's balls ...
) I ate more tasty mexican food with him today, and I felt pretty nostalgic. Damn.
We were eating in the middle of the HighSchool quad because school's out today, suckas !
Well, I've been out since January but I feel vicariously relieved. Graduation tomorrow. Lame.
Yesterday I went to my dear friend Cat's graduation. I am very proud of her for finishing that shit ! yay Cat !
My only objection was that it was loooooooong and the speech-givers used words like tenaciousness and distractability. You're supposed to be teachers ! arg.
After we all went to her house. There were some girls there that started talking about SG ... it came up that I was one, and of course they had to see my set, which was flattering but also self conciousness-inducing. (it's weird to see your own nudity on a computer with people who've never seen it before.)
Then they started talking about applying to be SG's too and people we know who are considering/have applied ... who they knew who was doing it, who had potential and didn't ... how "everyone" is an SG now and all that ... it made me feel kind of weird. It was the first time anyone's made me feel bad/weird/confused (except when I imagine confessing to loved ones who wouldn't understand, yikes!) about being on SG ... and that was crappy, cause I love it.
I seldom write such a long/personal entry. I think it's cause I neglect my real diary, and need to get things out. So, if you want to go back to water-bed humping and lighter-marshmallow toasting, I don't blame you. tra la.
Bubbles are a guaranteed way to make someone happy. Shiny, hollow, impossibly spherical... one of those things you take for granted. Like gravity ... and light ... and the fact that the earth hasn't been hit by a giant life-ending meteor ... I'm getting carried away.
Today I had to say good bye to my old bf who's leaving for Australia for 6 weeks. He's pretty brave to go all alone, and I'm proud that he has the balls to do that. (okay, no one wants to hear about my ex's balls ...
) I ate more tasty mexican food with him today, and I felt pretty nostalgic. Damn.
We were eating in the middle of the HighSchool quad because school's out today, suckas !
Well, I've been out since January but I feel vicariously relieved. Graduation tomorrow. Lame.
Yesterday I went to my dear friend Cat's graduation. I am very proud of her for finishing that shit ! yay Cat !
My only objection was that it was loooooooong and the speech-givers used words like tenaciousness and distractability. You're supposed to be teachers ! arg.
After we all went to her house. There were some girls there that started talking about SG ... it came up that I was one, and of course they had to see my set, which was flattering but also self conciousness-inducing. (it's weird to see your own nudity on a computer with people who've never seen it before.)
Then they started talking about applying to be SG's too and people we know who are considering/have applied ... who they knew who was doing it, who had potential and didn't ... how "everyone" is an SG now and all that ... it made me feel kind of weird. It was the first time anyone's made me feel bad/weird/confused (except when I imagine confessing to loved ones who wouldn't understand, yikes!) about being on SG ... and that was crappy, cause I love it.
I seldom write such a long/personal entry. I think it's cause I neglect my real diary, and need to get things out. So, if you want to go back to water-bed humping and lighter-marshmallow toasting, I don't blame you. tra la.
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andrewb:
323 out of 6 billion plus. Thats everyone for sure Nah everyone WANTS to be an SG but it's just talk. Few of those will ever actually apply and even fewer will ever have the privledge of being a Suicide Girl. You should feel special not weird! 
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Nah everyone WANTS to be an SG but it's just talk. Few of those will ever actually apply and even fewer will ever have the privledge of being a Suicide Girl. You should feel special not weird! .
agamemnoch:
Now you have got me hungry for marshmellows and mexican food.