It’s been a minute…
So. Winter break is in full swing. I can delightfully report that I have done Nothing, and I do mean Nothing, for the past three days. Mind you, that is due in large part to the fact that I have been sick as a dog with some sinus infection turned bronchitis, but the lounging has been nice, nonetheless. I had forgotten what it felt like to Chill on my couch, and watch movie after movie after movie, falling asleep downstairs and never bothering to go sleep in my bed. It’s good. Cleecloe likes it, for sure. My house is very quiet, as Daniel is in Puerto Rico until next Tuesday (lucky bastard), so I am a bit lonely, but Katy and Steve and I have been spending quality time, and that’s fun. I miss my HoCakes, for sure. After three straight months of daily interaction, it feels bizarre that she’s not here with me. Silly U-haul Lesbians…
Winter Formal was an effing hit…we made more than double as compared to last years dance, and since this is a fundraiser, that’s important. Everyone loved the space; it was a perfect size—small enough that people were eventually forced onto the dancefloor for lack of anywhere else to be, which is awesome. The winter formal master mix went over fantastically, and it kept people bumpin’ on the floor til the doors closed. It was so successful, in fact, that I have been asked to do some event planning for the entire student body, not just D&P. Good times, good times. HoCakes looked good enough to eat in her pink sparkly dress, and we are once and for all, irrefutably, Out…to all of our classmates, and more noteworthy, to all of our teachers. The teachers here like to play little tricks on students that are dating….won’t let them work together when they’re dating, won’t let them work apart once they’re not. It’s a tricky situation, but I’m not in the habit of letting anyone control who I date, so ce la vie!! Howard Jones gave me the eyeball many a time when HoCakes and I were dancing up on one another. There was no mistaking the fact that we like to have sex…
I’m tired of coughing. I am also tired of being poor. I look forward to the day when I actually have enough money to give my family and friends the kind of Christmas I’ve always wanted. I also look forward to the day when my Christmas occurs on a boat, in tropical waters, with steel drums playing jingle bells, drinking mai tais instead of hot chocolate. Dreamy….
