since july eighth:

a) my cousin's wedding, in which I was a bridesmaid and which took place at the big Baptist church attached to the big fuck-all glowing white cross looming over the freeway, that Lise & I giggled about on our way out of Loudon, toward Orlando. due to my extended family's low standards of dykiness, I spent the whole day hearing how proud everyone was of me, in regards to the strapless dress and make-up and up-do, etc. ('up-do' is salon speak for crazy tendril anime hair.) I did run around the whole day, minus the service, barefoot.

b) dexcon! which is being slowly recollected here. I confess that I have (A) already fucked up the story a little bit, since I couldn't figure out whenJB & Mel & I went walking about Toronto until after I'd already posted about that day, and also (B) excluded some choice anecdotes for the sake of mass appeal. or, well. not really mass appeal. three or four people. if that. But I'll relate extra anecdotes as they come to me; because I can't help it.

c) holy mackerel, Devon moved to knoxville. like, she lives in the same apartment complex as I, a few buildings over, a short walk up a small hill. We've already done such fantastic things as visiting the art museum which is free on tuesdays and playing with Aisling at the playground and laying around (okay, she was putting up posters, I was laying around) her apartment watching Eddie Izzard. see her journal for many exciting mentions of me.

d) a few days of actual summer vacation, spent reading Naruto slash and clicking absently and repeatedly through my burned CD of dexcon photos. no cleaning has been accomplished, no writing of letters or fictions. Have showered a few times. Picked up a nice little foot fungus from the showers at the Toronto hostel. I know you were curious about that. Don't worry, Fly & Dad, I've been wearing shower shoes.

e) JC's birthday, the evening of which I spent in the Perkins parking lot, in Elizabeth's car, telling Elizabeth the story of my big NSYNC catharsis, which in turn reminded me of picking up bread from the baker in Toronto with Doqz (see? excluded anecdote already); we were talking about how he almost came to Southercon, my first con, all those years ago-- you remember-- and I said that he wouldn't have liked me then because I hadn't yet mellowed. so, JC, we've come a long way, baby.

f) the opening of the 2004 Olympics. which you already knew and I only mention it because they keep showing clips of Athens and it reminds me of my visit in 1998 to the gutted remains of the Parthenon. Everywhere I went that summer I picked up a rock as a kinda pagany souvenir; I still have them, even though I don't know which rock comes from where; and I should've known better at the Parthenon, considering it is an archeological dig site but I was seventeen and I didn't. So I stooped to pick up a rock and a lady blew a whistle and came over to yell at me. Then, later, as we were leaving, everyone in my tour group gave me rocks they'd surreptitiously scooped up; and like, even people who weren't with us came up to me in the parking lot with stones in their outstretched hands, and I thought, wow, petty smuggling brings the people together.

g) I have registered for classes. I've got Post-modern literature, early American literature, Boccaccio & Petrarch, and the second half (the boring half) of world history. I did fail to get into the Images of Jesus class after which I lust. Also, terrifyingly early in the semester, I find myself considering the hypothetical merits of ignoring school to work on Naruto slash. I think 'hmm, artists do that' and then 'NO! no. Stop that.' Besides, real artists don't so much do that.

h) I'm going back to bed.

Tag.

Al
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