Teethgrinding.
Cats: Head Noise, School|So it seems the bulk of my nasty week is over, and as per usual, much of my worry was without reason or substance. This is a good thing, and certainlly beats the alternative. Leonard Cohen would say that “there’s a crack in everything.” This, supposedly is “how the light gets in.”
I found out yesterday, before wasting my time on a faux-interview, that I will not be graduating this year which is infuriating on so many levels. When I think about it, waves of anger, like goosebumps, come rolling up my body. My only option is to graduate with a big-ass asterisk by my name, which after waiting this long, and with so many other memories tarnished by regrets, just seems like a non starter to me.
I need this to be a clean memory, as I do not have too many of those, and it would be nice to have my first college degree to not have any sort of footnote attached to it.
In other news, I got a big ‘ol box of badassity from Josh, check THIS shit out:
Badass, no? There’s a shirt too, but I couldn’t find it to snap the pic, and since I’ve had a bit of a bite in the ass of a week, I just couldn’t be bothered. But, seriously, anyone who sends me stuff from cool places that I’ll likely not see with mine own eyes is good in my book. And Josh, well, as a former hetero-lifemate and always best friend, he takes the fucking cake. Period.
Also, I got our Coachella tix in the mail today, which is one less thing up in the air.
I’m missing the Twestival right now, and I’m a little disappointed that I decided not to go. Oh well, there will be plenty more in the future.
Also, my birthday shindig is in the process of getting planned. It’s looking like we’ll be holdin’ it down at Frankie’s Tiki Room, I just love that joint, and they’re being hellaciously cool about the whole thing too.
Aight, I’m off for some food and sleep.
