I'll start where I left off:
Friday afternoon, I found out that the physics-project evaluators from South West Texas State University dug me. So much so that they want to hire me over the summer as a research assistant. I guess one of two things happened: a) they bought my bullshit b) they recognised I'm good at bullshitting.
We also had a Latin Club meeting after school, followed by Cooper driving ass far to make the reservation for Saturnalia at Gattiland and getting caught in every possible rush-hour jam on the North Side.
Then I talked to Brittney on the phone for some time.
This morning, I went over to Pat Hammond's house for more computer work. Work is nice. It makes money. Money is nice.
I sold her a copy of my book; she dug it and wants to send a copy to Naomi Shihab Nye. I love having friends in San Antonio's literary circles.
Then I went over to NESA Unplugged. Jammed out like a monkey. Good stuff. Especially (surprise) on a piano piece Mr. Connelly played. I accompanied him on sax. It was really nice. I also danced with Devon, which was cool--except she totally smacked me in the face because she didn't realise I was dancing.
*smile*
I really want to hang out with Brittney tonight. In fact, I wanted her to go. But, alas, her parents are out of town and she can't do anything. But I did talk to her for several hours, and that's always shibbie.
I'm going to work on a play now. Good evening.
Cooper [18:48]
I wrote a poem yesterday while cutting school to get tacos:
Protections
a protected left
is like protected sex
protected sex
means no AIDS or babies
and you don't get killed fucking
protected lefts
mean you don't have to yield
and you don't get FUCKING KILLED
Cooper [12:49]
Today was fun.
I went out for tacos to Taco House, on San Pedro south of Jackson-Keller. Yummy. I love Taco House. Especially when I leave class to get it, with the teacher's duplicity. I love breaking rules that are pointless.
I had a chorizo and egg and two bean and cheese. Vega watched me eat the bean and cheese.
He said it was 'like seeing Aphrodite totally smite some guy'. Vega's got this weird obsession with bean and cheese tacos.
After that, I went to English. MacRae gone once more. Just talked the whole period, doing the crap busy work she left.
After that, I went to ISA and slept in the hall, using my dance bag as a pillow, instead of eating lunch. They don't mind sleepers at ISA. Good folks.
Kaley woke me up and we talked. That girl is cool. She's all Gothed out, but she's very quiet. Mysterious, even. I hope she never is used. That happens to too many freshmen.
I saw Brittney twice today, once before school and once after lunch. Never enough time with that girl. But I'm calling her tonight to 'help her with calculus'.
Biology was fun today. More and more, I think Jerome is good for Kathleen. She's never been so beautiful as she is now. Plus, now she's all about making the dirty jokes. That's damn exciting, because she's really witty and quite able to make said jokes well.
Unrelated matter: Cooper would like to note that he is FUCKING DONE WITH APPLYING TO COLLEGES!
Good to know that I've been utterly removed from Christine's and Paul's 'blog.
Not just the link. All of the comments and references are gone.
I sort of expected that. At least they're being fucking consistent. . .
Cooper [23:51]
I left a part of today out.
I was a bottle of wine. I wore a burgundy collarless dress shirt, a black vest (the one with the crazy lining that fascinates stoned people), burgundy pants, and black shoes.
*smile*
And suspenders. I damn love suspenders.
I think I need to wear vests more. They give me something to take off that isn't my shirt. Seriously, when I come home, my first impulse is to remove clothing from my torso. When I wear vests, I don't go around naked.
That means I need to purchase more vests. Or get them as presents. But they can be expensive, so I'd feel bad if I got one. Damn. Most people wouldn't shop at a thrift store to get such a nice gift for someone. But that's totally the best place to buy dress vests. They have a wide selection, and they're cheap, so you can buy one to go with each outfit, instead of just having like two and looking like a loser for always wearing the same clothes.
Oh! damn, another addendum: we did the short, sad Catullus poems today. 85, 92, &c. Man, Lesbia was such a hoocher to that dude. How love blinds. . .
Cooper [22:17]
Blogger's being fucky, hence the double post.
I've also added a link to Get Your War On, which is an awesome cartoon EJ pointed out to me.
Cooper [21:59]
Whew.
Physics project is done! Yay!
*dance dance*
*pique turn into cabinet*
Public apology: I'm sorry for the hurt feelings regarding Paige and Ryan. I was a little blunt in what I said and it hurt some people. Sorry about that.
So the whole drama thing between April and Paige and me seems to have worked itself mostly out. I think we're all at a much better understanding of each other now.
Except Paige won't apologise for beating me up. She admits it was wrong, but she said she's "let that stuff go", and so I should too. But she won't apologise and she says she isn't sorry.
Somehow, that doesn't satisfy me. I mean, it really feels like a hit-and-run. So it looks like I've got some burning in my soul about it ("continue to be such a bitch"), when really I'm concerned about why Paige can't be sorry about something she knows is wrong. I don't want to reinforce that.
*sigh*
And Christine has once again dumped me entirely. Apparently the issue is that because he wooed her away from me, but she wouldn't go to him right away, preferring to stay with me (I was oblivious), he has a very deep hurt in his heart that she wasn't with him right away. Or indeed that she wasn't with him forever.
So she's dropped me to make him not hurt.
All I have to say about that can be summarised in two points:
1. It isn't my fault that he's hurt; the cause of the problem is within himself and between him and Christine, and so getting rid of me won't change that fact at all, merely make it less obvious. I can't change the past, and getting rid of me can't change the past.
2. It's never a good or healthy thing to give up a friend expressly because of a relationship.
So I'm worried about her and hurt and feeling like complete shit about that whole thing. I cried for a long time the night before last about it. I'm really worried about her.
But on the plus side:
WonderBaby195: So you wanna come over tomorrow after I work and I'll give you a blowjob?
And there's apparently something serious going on between Ben and Sarah. Which I see as a good thing, so long as they both just are real with each other and not go into this high school crazy angst crap.
Life on the whole seems good. I'm in love and she loves me, and I know I've got some friends who still like me, and I've got my music (massive jam on Saturday--Lee Theatre, show at 14, crazy music at 16.30), and I'm excited about college.
And the Latin Club shirts finally came in! *yay dance* Just looking at it is like going to a rave. A Fight-Club-themed rave. Featuring a Roman Legionary with neon pink armour and shield detailing.
I fucking love rollercoasters, don't you?
Cooper [21:47]
Whew.
Physics project is done! Yay!
*dance dance*
*pique turn into cabinet*
Public apology: I'm sorry for the hurt feelings regarding Paige and Ryan. I was a little blunt in what I said and it hurt some people. Sorry about that.
So the whole drama thing between April and Paige and me seems to have worked itself mostly out. I think we're all at a much better understanding of each other now.
Except Paige won't apologise for beating me up. She admits it was wrong, but she said she's "let that stuff go", and so I should too. But she won't apologise and she says she isn't sorry.
Somehow, that doesn't satisfy me. I mean, it really feels like a hit-and-run. So it looks like I've got some burning in my soul about it ("continue to be such a bitch"), when really I'm concerned about why Paige can't be sorry about something she knows is wrong. I don't want to reinforce that.
*sigh*
And Christine has once again dumped me entirely. Apparently the issue is that because he wooed her away from me, but she wouldn't go to him right away, preferring to stay with me (I was oblivious), he has a very deep hurt in his heart that she wasn't with him right away. Or indeed that she wasn't with him forever.
So she's dropped me to make him not hurt.
All I have to say about that can be summarised in two points:
1. It isn't my fault that he's hurt; the cause of the problem is within himself and between him and Christine, and so getting rid of me won't change that fact at all, merely make it less obvious. I can't change the past, and getting rid of me can't change the past.
2. It's never a good or healthy thing to give up a friend expressly because of a relationship.
So I'm worried about her and hurt and feeling like complete shit about that whole thing. I cried for a long time the night before last about it. I'm really worried about her.
But on the plus side:
WonderBaby195: So you wanna come over tomorrow after I work and I'll give you a blowjob?
And there's apparently something serious going on between Ben and Sarah. Which I see as a good thing, so long as they both just are real with each other and not go into this high school crazy angst crap.
Life on the whole seems good. I'm in love and she loves me, and I know I've got some friends who still like me, and I've got my music (massive jam on Saturday--Lee Theatre, show at 14, crazy music at 16.30), and I'm excited about college.
And the Latin Club shirts finally came in! *yay dance* Just looking at it is like going to a rave. A Fight-Club-themed rave. Featuring a Roman Legionary with neon pink armour and shield detailing.
I fucking love rollercoasters, don't you?
Cooper [21:47]
