Spaceship outside the WIndow

The lights keep flickering. The blinds are dancing up a lovely horror.

When the wind whistles through Bryan it makes a spaceship that you can hear even here in Binford.

It's been a while, people. I have been wanting very much to blog lately, so I am doing so. This will not last. It may be the only time. I do not care.

I am happier than I ever thought I could be. Guilford is a home I have been looking for. Isn't that funny? I have a home outside of convention.

Tomorrow I have my last class of the semester. I can hardly believe that one eighth of my college career is pretty much over. I am afraid to leave college and be out on my own like a real, live grown-up. It is years from now, but nearing quickly.

Of course, I will not be truly alone. Megan and I are moving to NY together after graduation. We have made the executive decision that if, by the time we are thirty-five, we are still not married or in serious relationships, we will get married and adopt a little asian girl. We are assuming that gay marriage will be legal by than. If it is not, then the world is just plain ridiculous.

We'll have to get other roomies too, obviously. We're going to be poor as shit actors. Parker asked me yesterday if he can live with us. He wants to be a politician. I said yes. He is silly.

Yesterday Parker and Sarah were making a sculptey bowl on Jesse's floor (with metal parts, of course). They smoked it later and apparently it really worked. Probably smoked it in Stuart's room.

I spent a lot of my day yesterday sitting on Jesse's bed drawing. I drew pictures of Ryan Joy and Stuart. The one of Stuart was the best. Ryan put his on his fridge with his minute clinic magnet. I smiled.

Will kept looking at me and Ryan Joy oddly yesterday. I think it was because of the combination of our penchant for cuddling and Ryan's having a girlfriend back home. He kept giggling at us.

I guess it is obvious what is going on.

fml.

Actually, what is obvious is probably not even what is true. I am pretty sure that everybody on our hall thinks we are hooking up. We are, in fact, not.

Who knows what the future holds in store, though.

Saturday night, technically Sunday morning, I came back to my room at five AM. Half the lights in the room were on, and Lia was sprawled out on her bed in her clothes, over the covers, face down in her pillow. She looked up a bit after I entered. Without even saying so much as "hello," she looks at me and says "Did you get with Ryan Joy?" Oh, marijuana. Oh, alcohol. Oh, college.

I wrote this yesterday, but Meg came in and so I saved it as a draft. I'll hopefully write another today. Maybe a character guide for the story of my college experience. :)

LOVE!