2004-06-08 Picture a little love nest
I can finally update. Woo yay.
Lots happened. Most of it was uninteresting.
Went to the counter-protest against Fred Phelps (of "God hates fags" fame), who was protesting at City High School graduation because a girl there won the Matthew Shepard scholarship. There were about 200 of us, about 20 of them. I got there really late, but I dressed up as a fairy (the pun came to me later) and dusted people with "fairy dust" (glitter). It was alot of fun.
Some people left town, which was sad. Darren, Chad, Liz, and Justin are all gone now. Actually, Justin's in town tonight because he had to pick up the rest of his stuff. I thought I was over it/him, but turns out a little less than I thought. Mostly. Mostly over it.
Had a bit of a breakdown and went home for awhile. At least, I think sobbing uncontrollably for 4 hours counts as a breakdown. I might be wrong on that. Anyway, I did absolutely nothing while I was there, and it was nice. Wasn't quite done with that when we (my mom and I) went up to Guttenberg, then back to Iowa City. I'm trying to get Sunday off of work so I can go to Kansas City to see my brother and sister and go to the Highland Festival, but it's looking doubtful. Namely because my supervisor's a fucking FLAKE and sometimes unable to bring himself to look at his email.
Flake.
Came back to town yesterday, and took out all my dreadlocks. I'm not exactly sure why, but I felt like it. So no more dreadlocked Joan hair, at least for right now. I didn't have to cut anything. Just used some conditioner and a comb. Wasn't too hard to do.
There's alot of reasons why I did it.
I think some friends of mine are trying to set me up with another kid, named Kristopher. He seems like a nice enough guy, and he calls me totally on his own accord. A little shy, though, which is a bit of a problem when you're trying to get to know someone. I think he may be worth investigating further. But that's about all I can say.
I just had a nice, long conversation with my friend Victor Cayro (I know two Victors -- this is the earlier one. The more recent one I just call "Vic"), and was reminded why I'm fucking in love with that kid. He's a shade of wonderful everyone should get to experience.
I'm at work, and the air conditioning is fucking cold. You know, if they just set the thermostat at 75 degrees instead of 70, people would be alot more comfortable and they'd save alot more energy. Fuck.
Also, I have a cold. How lame is that.
I'm still kind of trying to piece myself together. I didn't really think I was in bad shape, but... well. There it is.
It'll get sorted out.
10.50pm
