Handfasting fell apart because I should really learn to not trust friends so recklessly… especially when they’ll make it feel like your fault for trying to dance around their schedule for an event that has nothing to do with them at all. In a fit of disappointed rage, my phone got all nice and destroyed upside a wall. So now I’m using an old L7 that only halfway works, desperately trying to find a cheap phone/mp3 player that uses an M2 chip. This isn’t looking promising. I also ran a stoplight and a stop sign, for being so pleasantly distracted. And I felt horrible about this, until I checked my email and found that Kev missed his connection from Charlotte to Tampa for about the same reasons. Now I feel horrible about that instead
Well, not really horrible. I just know how much I always hated being stuck between places under such circumstances, giving you the “why did I even attempt leaving” brand of emo and blah.

All these major snafus aside… well, you can imagine, right? I had a wonderful time doing mostly nothing… just being close, and laughing, and holding, and staring, smiling, loving, driving. We did manage to hold to a few of our plans, one being OMFG DAET NITE AT TEH MOVIEZ, watching the new X-Files movie. It was a good movie, but it was more like “A Plot That Just Happens To Have Mulder and Scully In It”. There was one part that absolutely terrified me, but it had nothing to do with the oogah-boogah plot. Hah.

I just… god. This isn’t fun. I do not like the “being ripped from your side” deal that comes with all this. I want him back… here… now. Or me there. Anywhere. Him need want augh. And if this schedule is reading right… it might be another two months before I get time off. And that, my friends, fucking blows. Can’t say I’m happy about that at all…

But, at least, I should be able to swing the cost without problems. Student loans rawk. And with classes kicking in so soon, I don’t have much time to dwell and be emo. Hopefully staying busy with classes will make the time go by faster than the slow-drag between my last visit and his. Crazy how the shortest wait felt like the longest… urgh.

Anyhow, I am hungry. And tired. And sore. I think I ought to choke some food down and lie down. SIGH.

…is how much I’ve walked today, according to my w580i.  That’s 4.2mi, translating to a total of 407 calories burned by moving one foot in front of the other all repetative-like.  And I thought my mad-dashes across airport terminals were impressive.  Didn’t want to believe it til I sat down with a campus map and realized how ass-tastic my routes were today.  From #5 to Memorial Hall to POT to B&E to the Student Center to Funk and back to #5.  Next semester’s routes aren’t looking much better.

Sorry, I know “how much I walked” isn’t really blogworthy news.  I’ll get the hang of this again, I swear.

Anywho.  Got all registered for next semester.  My advisor gave me the lovely news that I do indeed qualify for SW322, which saves me 3hrs in the long run… so I opted to take my (bonus) lazy-semester this go-’round.  So basically, I’m taking one course that really matters, two courses I should’ve taken in clown college, and (finally) German.  Yes!  I can finally do more than get a train ticket! Or inform people that my hat is black and white!  Or tell people to hurry the fuck up!
[I'd like a ticket please -- and hurry the fuck up!]

I’m also pleased to report that my student ID photo doesn’t look like ass.

Came home to find my books finally came in from half.com.  I finally bought a copy of A Field Guide to Otherkin by Lupa, and Witch School: Lessons for the Second Degree by some cheesy looking fucker with a gnarly beard.  I really shouldn’t talk about the leader of the trad like that, but my elementary school teachers always told me that I shouldn’t tell lies, so there you go.  But don’t let the cheese fool you… you wouldn’t think that anything called “Witch School” would be serious or valuable, but I really love their approach, and their First Degree program was pretty much awesome.  Nothing I didn’t know already, but you have to go through the motions.
So I flipped through both.  Beelined right for the Angels section in Otherkin… just to see… and yes, I’m in there!  Looked at the TOC in Second Degree and saw there is a section on sex magick.  As always, they have a very solid and mature approach… but I couldn’t read it without flailing (I have a habit of flailing whenever I have one of those overwhelming in-love moments).  Sex is sacred, a union of the God and Goddess, a union of… flail… God… flail… union… FLAIL.

On the subject of sacred sexual symbolism, my lilies opened today   I don’t know if they opened this morning and I just didn’t notice (I was in a sort of rush), or if they popped when I was off burning calories, but it was a very nice treat to see that on returning home.  Ahhh, flowers.  Aaaaahhhh, guys that actually buy you flowers.  I always laughed at the idea of getting flowers, until I actually found someone who believes in ‘em… and they really are special.  All I have to do is look at them, and my face busts.
All I have to do is look at him, and my face busts.
All I have to do is think about him, and my face busts…