Covet A Brainy Tune

I will admit, I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday. Somewhere along the line, I stopped feeling like my birthday was special. But today? Oh my goodness, yesterday was different. Yeah, I had to work ten grueling hours and then catch up on some homework, but that doesn’t even matter right now.

I received several messages yesterday, reminding me that I am not forgotten. That I am loved and appreciated. And let me tell you, that feeling is amazing.

One person in particular made today extra memorable. She got me a framed poster of one of our favorite “Keep Calm” phrases, and we hung it up on the wall this morning. It’s our first wall decoration. And then later, when I came home during my break, I walked into our apartment and immediately froze when I saw what stood before me: a beautiful Fender acoustic, sitting perfectly on a stand in the middle of the room. My jaw dropped. I was blown away. And then there were tears. A whole lot of them, because nobody has ever done something like that for me. But it wasn’t just the guitar, it was the sentiment, the endless love which inspired that surprise. I’m going to write her so many cheesy songs with that guitar.

All of the love and surprises and good news in the past 48 hours made yesterday such a good birthday, and the celebrations aren’t even over! She’s taking me out to dinner tomorrow, and I get to have her all to myself.

I’m the luckiest person in the world.

Immediately after buying, Lacy and I sang a beautiful duet along to the music.

So now that finals are over, I’ve got a whole month full of plans to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (exceptokayworkwhatever). 

I plan to eat all day, drink all night, and watch HIMYM and play The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion until my eyes bleed and my brain melts through my ears. I deserve it, damnit! It was a rough semester, what with five courses, night classes twice a week, a math teacher from hell (hell is apparently Russia, btw), and working part-time. My only day off would be on Sundays, and that was reserved for errands such as grocery shopping and laundry (as well as some lovely dinners over at Lacy’s mom’s house). And I STILL managed to maintain my A-average. I’m damn proud of myself, but I was very much looking forward to a break….

…until something unbelievable happened.

Lacy’s been sick this whole week, and just a few nights ago she jokingly asked, “How come YOU never get sick? What if YOU’RE the one making me sick?” to which I lightheartedly replied, “ME?! You’re exposed to thousands of people when you go to work [in New York] every day, and you’re blaming ME??” She laughed. I laughed. We went to sleep. 

And then I woke up this morning, the morning of my first day of thirty days of freedom. I woke up with a sore throat, phlegm, and runny nose.

Of course. Of COURSE. Perfect timing. I wonder who’s responsible….You know who you are <glare>. 

(I just sneezed. Thought you’d like to know.) The first thing I did this morning was make some chai tea, to which I added plenty of honey and one lemon cough drop, because there are no lemons in this household. It seemed like a good idea, and guess what! It’s pretty damn tasty.

Anyway…I’ve run out of steam, so I think that’s enough for now. Thanks for reading!

I can’t really describe how I feel. At least not accurately. I suppose it’s a complex mixture of absolute glee and enthusiasm as well as a vague sense of bashfulness regarding the extent of my rampant thrill. Simply put, I’m comparable to a prepubescent twelve-year-old at a Justin Bieber concert. One side of me embraces it, while the other (more abrasive side of me) mocks me and cringes with embarrassment.

I’ve realized that I often fight with myself, and I wonder if it’s normal.

“There’s a war inside of me…

And I feel like I wouldn’t like me if I met me”

I’m in a good place right now. Yes.

Starting it off with some philosophy, sociology of minorities and race groups, and abstract reasoning (which is fancy talk for advanced algebra and trigonometry). I’m not sure what to expect, so I’ll start the new semester with an open mind.

Edit: I even used EXCEL to make a neat, color-coded schedule for myself. Organization is important!

It’s gonna happen! I’m so excited I might poop.

That’s what one black woman said to me at the train station this morning after I hugged and kissed my girlfriend goodbye. (She later added, “After my husband and me,” which I thought was pretty adorable.)

I adore my girlfriend and refuse to censor my love and affection, but sometimes I feel like Lacy and I stick out like a sore thumb in our neighborhood. I sure haven’t seen any other lesbian couples around here, and, when we hold hands walking down the street or kiss at the station before she leaves for work, sometimes I feel as if a thousand eyes are watching and judging us. However, this one woman’s compliment and acceptance truly lifted my spirits.

I’m getting the color on my tattoo in less than a month! Goodness, I’m so excited. :D