And well snugled and well… other things.
But mostly, I got to send lots of quality time with my conversational studmuffin. Life is good.
I’m home!!!
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Just thought I would say
Today is Independence Day. Probably the most impact that has on me is simply that Thomas Jefferson was an amazing writer and I am thinking about the fact that I want to go find a few more books with essays by him. I may or may not watch fireworks; I don’t really care one way or another.
This last weekend was very interesting. I went to a con and took a lot of classes that really made me think. I didn’t play much, but what play I did was SOOPER HAWT!!! Very exciting. Even more exciting was calling my Noah right before the second bit of play and having him laugh and tell me to go have fun. I really love my boy.
So after the conference and the lots of thinking I started being all insecure and off-kilter. I got to talk to my Spot for a long time and I felt a bit better about that interaction but my Noah was off being all social like and for a little bit I had a hard time with that. But me being me when he asked if I was ok I said I was fine. Him being him he called me when he got home even though it was massively late cause he seems to be able to smell it when I lie.
We had a hard and scary conversation. We talked about feeling vulnerable and afraid to trust one another with some big things that are close to our hearts. It was really really hard. I’m having to look at the fact that even though I trust him more than anyone else in the world I don’t know if I trust him enough yet. This weekend I had to look at how much a few things with Tom really hurt my self-worth and ability to trust someone in some very specific ways. I hadn’t really been aware of how bad that trust damage was until this weekend when I tried to talk about that stuff. But I told him that he had to shut up for a while (dude, it’s Noah) and I let out this outpouring of scary stuff about what I want versus stuff that I’m afraid are needs and how scared I am to really go after things that I think may be needs. He listened, and more importantly: I think he heard me.
I’m still scared. And I miss him so much I ache inside. I don’t get to see him for seven more days and those days feel like they will last 3,000 years. I told someone about seven months ago, “If anything like this would ever work for me it would work with Noah” thinking that I would never get this shot. But I have it.
Please God, let me not fuck this up.
Wandering like
So I’m all wandering like. NY is very cool. I’ve been here for four days. I’m a little nervous because I have so long to go here. I’m already getting a little homesick. I miss my boys. I miss being cuddled. But, I will endeavor to soldier on.
Thank goodness they are both calling me often. Otherwise I would crack.
Postcards and phone calls and mess, oh my!
Ok, if you see this post you need to send me your address today in an email. PLEASE assume I don’t have it. (Hard drive crashes, rebuilds not happening… all suck.) If you have an email, use whatever you have. If you haven’t got one: this nick @ livejournal DOT com works. 🙂
And a request: I’m going to be sending little pieces of travelogue to different people in postcards. It would be really cool if people would copy that portion onto their lj with a tag: Krissy’s travelogue. 😀 How’s that for a meme? When I get back I will cut’n’paste the stuff I sent to everyone and put it all in a big nifty piece for me to keep. 🙂 Perty please!
Yay!
*bounce*
Oh, and I plan to be off-line for the next three weeks. I plan to check email no more than once a week (it will mean I actually go do things) so even when I do check it I probably won’t respond. I won’t be checking lj or anything at all so if you want me to see something eventually shoot me an email with the link and I’ll make sure I check it when I get home.
Additional note: this whole going offline thing is hard and scary for me. For the first 9 days I really am going to be on my own as the NY people I know may not really be up for much. Phone calls would be great. If you think of me and want to say hi: just call and say that. I would really appreciate feeling loved sporadically throughout the trip. In case you don’t have it, my number is: 408-202-4083. If you call I will give you a suuuuuuper detailed description of what I am looking at so that you can feel like you are with me. 🙂
Oh! And! If you come over to the house to see Noah, please ignore the mess. I have had about three days to unpack and I just haven’t been able to get much done. 🙁
A quick babble
I had a lovely weekend. I got to spend some time with multiple really awesome people. Snuggly time. Time walking and talking with a really terrific girl. Time driving around admiring houses with another spiffy girl. Lots and lots of Noah time–not enough, but that is the state of my life right now.
This weekend it was pointed out to me that my level of social connectedness is highly unusual. What a strange thought. Me? Have lots of friends? Whatever happened to the prophesy that no one would ever like me because I am such an awful person? Guess mom was wrong again. 🙂
I’m looking at a beautiful bouquet of roses. I’m glancing around my messy living room and deciding how I want to clean it today. How I want to paint it next month. What I think it will look like in 5 years.
I am so very happy.
Busy busy busy
The last couple weeks have involved many a deviation from my plans, but such is life.
I now own a really spiffy Prius. Yay! I walked onto a lot and said, “I want!” And he went and got it for me. How cool is that? No waiting for me.
I moved in with Noah. It happened faster than we planned, but my life works like that. I now get the daunting task of making this house somewhere I am happy living. 🙂 I forsee lots of painting and fixing up in my future. Not till July though. It has to wait until after New York.
Oh, I leave for New York in seven days. *squeel*
Today I need to:
Unpack more and start getting settled.
Get the last load from my apartment.
Turn in my keys.
Have dinner with a friend.
Stress over weird drama with a boy I’m having a date with on Friday. (Ok, I don’t need to do this–but I will.)
Oh, and I need to go see the jeweler to see if I like the mock up of the ring. You know–the ring.
No rest for the wicked
Still sick.
Need to buy a car before Monday
I’m really upset about not knowing about my job. I cried when I left.
I leave for New York in 11 days and I’m still not sure what I’m doing/where I’m sleeping.
There are bugs of some sort infestingmy couch. I’m thinking that it needs to just *go* today.
I have to start thinking about moving.
Toooooooooooo much else to think about
Shit. looks like the bugs are not just in the couch. fuck fuck fuck.
Schmoop
I was informed that I don’t talk enough about Noah. Ok, so that isn’t exactly how that information was conveyed–but close enough so I am going to call it that.
Noah rocks my world. He is supportive and caring and he sees me. He thinks I am the right kind of bitchy. 🙂 He loves me so much that it amazes and delights me. How did I get so lucky? I believe he is the best man for me. That said there are some things coming up which I am not ready to talk about quite yet. But those of you who are totally shocked that stuff is happening with Noah–get over it. 😛
And Noah, I still won’t wear red then. 😛
Stress
After lots of talk about all the crap I have going on in my life I have come to the conclusion that much of my stress is self-imposed. I feel like should be doing something or other. Well, I need to cut it out.
So I have decided that dancing is the first thing to go. I love dancing, but I haven’t been able to go and I am beating myself up over it. I need to stop being upset. I will make it again eventually, but until then I need to not put myself down for it. I don’t think I will actually do faire or fair this year as anything other than a customer. 🙁
I’m not going to Portland in June. Until I leave for New York I will be hanging out at my house reading and swimming and just generally catching up on rest. If you would like to come over, feel free to ask but I’m not really going to be making any social events. Saturday the 10th I have a mellow pool party during the afternoon/evening and Sunday the 11th is a family bbq (please god let my mother be civil) and Saturday the 17th I have some super secret plans and other than that I am free. I don’t really want to go out. I need a break.
The people who have been waiting to pounce on me for a date–I’m sorry but I just don’t think I can do it. If I’m not up for it by now I probably won’t be anytime in the forseeable future. Eventually I will want to go hunting again and I know who is interested. I’m really content with Noah and Spot for the forseeable future. 🙂 Yay. Marcie may have it totally right–two relationships are all that are really sustainable.
Moving is hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles. Must figure that out soon. The idea of moving stresses me out almost more than actually moving does. It’ll be ok though. 🙂 Somehow.
I think that is all that I can let go of right now.
Fighting for optimism
Well good grief. I’ve had more than enough crap dumped on me this week. Oh–did I mention my mom called wanting to process yesterday? Oy.
I have decided that even though the universe had dumped a lot of crap on me (literally–did I mention that the waterfall was from a busted toilet? Good grief.) I’m not going to get super upset. The pipe problem can be fixed and will be really quickly because the apartment complex doesn’t want to deal with long-term damage from it. I wanted to buy a new car in September and I guess that will just be moved up a bit. And for the next 10 days I have the usage of a friend’s car because I am house sitting for him anyway and he is a super-spiffy-sweet-guy. Did I mention that the house has a hot tub? It won’t suck for the next 10 days.
I have a huge mountain of grading to do, but I also have lots of in-class time and out-of-class time to do it. I will definitely finish. I’m confident. And of course my Noah will fix the stupid cell phone issue. 🙂 (I need my charger back.)
My summer will be a little more expensive than planned. This definitely knocks Spain off the calendar despite my secret hopes that I would still make it despite ridiculous air fare.
Oh! And last night I got to beat the stuffing out of a hot, wonderful, sweet girl. And I had a good meeting with the guy who is probably doing my tat. I’m excited all the way around. Speaking of more expensive stuff… But it’s ok.
Everything will be ok. I sent an apology to the guy I was a nasty bitch to on Monday. My conscious feels a little better. I know I still need to work on figuring out why I have that reaction, but I feel marginally less shitty about it.
Ok. On to grading. Maybe now people will stop thinking I am on the verge of tears. 😉
A bad night.
I very consciously didn’t ask myself what else could go wrong before I fell asleep two hours ago. I was just woken up to the sound of lots of water rushing.
So, after my car died violently and awfully tonight (no, don’t ask me how. If I knew what it was I would volunteer that information and you wouldn’t have to ask and so by asking you are just taunting me with how stupid I am for not knowing) my bathroom just got flooded from the light fixture from someone upstairs apparently flushing a toilet. Oh, and my cell phone is totally dead and the charger is not with me through the vagaries of airport bullshit.
Right now it feels like the next few weeks are going to be very expensive. 🙁 I think karma is getting back at me and I hope it stops soon.
Fake it until you make it.
Today I have hope. Today I have a positive attitude. Today I am cheerful.
I’m honest enough with myself that I know that a bunch of my upswing is because of something I was told last night. Yay for not just casual. But I also think that the words of my friends are kind of sinking in. I’m getting really wonderful advice and support and I appreciate it more than I can express in words. I’m trying to keep my chin up and figure out what to do and right now I feel like maybe I will be able to figure out what I need to do.
Thank you.
Not the best day ever.
Today I had a really hard therapy session talking about my mom. Then I called my brother and he was his typical asshole self. At the end he flippantly told me that our step-mother died three weeks ago. I lost it. I almost crashed my car.
Trudy was literally the only person in my family who has ever told me that none of it was my fault and that she doesn’t blame me for any of it.
I tried to arrange one on one time with someone this evening to feel a little less shitty and that didn’t work out. I felt really rejected even though I know I shouldn’t have. I was being upset about the earlier news more than I was reacting to that exact situation.
But I really hurt right now.
Saturday morning conversations.
So Noah and I are lying in bed talking and the conversation manages to get around to the fact that he thinks that everyone who knows me wants to do me. I disagree with this assertion. Not because I have low self esteem, but because I simply don’t think that I am everyone’s cup of tea. We argued and argued and no one was winning so I decided to take it to the most appropriate forum possible. LJ. 😀 So please, clicky clicky on the poll.
For the record
The boys have come to the conclusion that I’m not reacting to alcohol I am just sick. I threw up four times today, the last time I had only had green tea flavored water. I’m just sick. I did manage to keep some soup down this evening but moving around still causes my stomach to hurt enough that I am calling in sick to work tomorrow.
I didn’t do that much partying last night. I had three drinks over the course of about three hours. Although last night that was enough to make me black out portions of the evening and catch my hair on fire. I don’t want to talk about it. I feel like a total fucking idiot and for the life of me I don’t understand why Google Boy was willing to come take care of me today after I made such a horse’s ass of myself. *bang head against wall*
I am sick. I feel really awful. I would want to cry, but the boys in my life have babied me so much today that even that doesn’t seem necessary. They traded off taking care of me this evening and had a lovely little chat over my prone form. I really like both of them. I am so lucky.
It’s official.
I don’t just want to puke, I have. Twice.
Is today over yet?
holy shit
I am so hung over it isn’t funny. May I tell you all how intimidating a classroom full of teenagers is when you are so hungover you want to throw up all over the place?
Last night I was really stupid. But I had fun. 🙂 woof. Not doing that again anytime soon.
And real life returns
I am watching a movie in preparation for class tomorrow. Oy.
The weekend was lovely. Portland Boy is sweet and fun. I think I likes him. 🙂 Breakfast with the boys was quite lovely. I think that the boys basically liked one another. Yay!!!
Yesterday we wandered around SF for a bit and had fun. When we finally got back to my house around 5:30 I passed out hard. He decided that I only got a two hour nap. Meaniehead. I woke up and made him dinner and we watched a movie. That was fun. “Quiet please.”
Today I took him down to Santa Cruz and showed him around a bit. That was quite nice as such things are want to be. 🙂 We came back and I tied him up for a while. I haven’t tied up a boy with the intention of having sex with him in years. Not since Tom. It was most disconcerting. I had a hard time getting my equilibrium back.
I also had a moment this morning when he was on the phone with his mother where I felt out of sorts and sad, but that is going to happen in my life.
Tonight we had good Indian food and started a movie I have to watch for class. Dropping him off was kind of sad, but I will see him again in about a month. 🙂
Another episode of “My Surreal Life”
I am running around getting ready for Portland Boy’s visit. I want fast, energetic happy music to push myself along with. So what do I put on?
The Supertones.
Uhm … that means nothing to you? Oh–you mean you don’t listen to Christian Ska?
So I’m bopping around singing along with “I chose Christ and here I am today. I’m in Christ and Christ’s in me!” as I prepare for a visit from my lover. Yeah. Weird.
I guess I’m not going to wait.
I had this flash into why I wanted to do the rename. As cute and sassy as rightkindofbrat is, it is also something that I know I would grow weary of. I would get tired of the ‘hehe hehe you’re a brat’ pretty quickly. The point wasn’t that I am just a brat. And as much as the suggestions were well meaning, I have no interest in being identified as a virago or a bitch. Because those things aren’t me either. I’m so many many things. I have fought for years to be ok with who and what I am because people have always told me that I wasn’t right. I wasn’t submissive enough, I wasn’t respectful enough, I wasn’t quiet enough … hell I’ve been told I am the wrong kind of slutty.
But you know what? I am not wrong about any of it. I am exactly the right thing that I am supposed to be. I understand Jaguar’s objection to being the “right kind” of anything, but damnit–I am the right kind of me.
I am the right kind of me.