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- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

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2001-09-21 - 1:52 p.m.

Yeah, been a long time, yet again.

I've been really busy between class, and Lambda (the school's gay group, of which I am president), and Shaun, so the internet, and diaryland has taken a back seat. This will likely be a short post.

I bought a Mary Kate and Ashley diary at Walmart that I paid four bucks for, and am using as a day planner. Other than the fact that the binding fell apart less than 24 hours after I got it, my now-held-together-by-tape organizer is doing me well. It's scary how quick it fills up, and I don't know how I ever got anything done on time before I got it.

Shaun took me out to dinner last night on our first "official" date. We had gone clubbing, and fast food eating before, and to do laundry, and to do lots of fun stuff, actually, but he wanted last night to be like, special and romanticle and stuff. I dunno if I wrecked that for him.

I don't exactly know how a romantic dinner is supposed to work. We had pasta, but the table between us was pretty big and the the noodles weren't quite long enough for us to do the Lady and the Tramp thing. Me slurping up a strand and having it slap me in the face leaving a chunk of tomato sauce on it probably didn't help either ("What?? I know! I wanted it there!"). And then there was my comparison of his fist-sized stuffed chicken parmegiano to a cow-heart... I mean, *I* thought that was an appropriately clever thing to say, but I guess it's not the kind of dinner talk he had in mind.

But still, it sat in leftover form, in it's styrofoam to-go box, being quite tell-tale...

*thump thump*

*thump thump*

I loved the meal, my stomach disagreed though, so that also hampered things. We went to Blockbuster afterward, with one of his ex's from a long, long time ago behind the counter denying me access to the restroom ("out of order", riiight). We rented "Steel Magnolias", and "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar," made a stop at Walmart, where he bought a buncha stuff, and I bought myself a watch and undies (the verdict's still out on those... I shoulda known to be suspicious due to the drunken looking redneck guy on the box). I also got him Fiona Apple's 2nd CD as a present, and a bit of payback for him getting me Jamiroquai's and Ben Folds' new CDs the day before. Shaun is very, very good to me.

Between now and the last post... well... the topic of the last post was the attacks on the 11th, and how I was upset that people told me how I should feel. I wound up spending the rest of that night alone, in my bedroom, listening to music and burning two candles and other random small things, watching the smoke. I didn't do anything that night but just kinda spend it by myself... I did something resembling prayer before I went to sleep... and I guess I did feel better in the morning. I felt particularly better then because Shaun called and apologized for assuming that my isolation the week prior was due to something he had done or my feelings for him. He had spoken to another friend from NY, also Puerto Rican, but from Brooklyn instead of the Bronx, and his friend explained that he'd been going through mostly the same thing- a desire to be alone, and that being from the city, it hits a bit harder. Shaun apologized, I appreciated it, and the next day was Savannah Pride. It helped a long way in bolstering my spirits.

The second ever Savannah Gay Pride Festival was really cool, I had a great day, and bought a decent amount of pridey jewelry and goodies... and generally enjoyed the company of my volunteer friends, and all the local homos that I knew that came out to be a part of it all. I was exhausted by day's end (I arrived at 9 am), and they had me doin a little of everything, but I had a blast. I got some pictures on my crappy i-zone cam, and I'll try to post one or two soon.

And though this hardly covers everything that's gone on in my life recently, I'm leaving this post at that. Despite the uncertainty of the future, I'm feeling pretty confident and good right now. Meow!

Hell, I felt confident enough to discuss underwear briefly. Ya know I must be good!

Again, my thoughts are with you all in New York, especially.

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...