Getting married... something as queer folks we're told will never happen.
Except now we can in New England. Now we can in that land where I'm from but no longer live. Where I'm planning on taking my boyfriend 11.5 months from now to finally meet my family.

I'm tired of stories where the reporter falls for the story.

It wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest.

I know what I want. It's really that simple. So there.

If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys

And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high-priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys

If you had just a minute to breathe
And they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance
Or something similar as this
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
As sure as your sorrows or joys

And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys

If I gave you everything that I owned
And asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you
Or take me for a ride
And strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys

And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
High-Heeled boys

So today around 3:05 I noticed an inch and a half long palmetto bug (aka the roach of doom) crawling along the floor of the back of the lab I was teaching in. About ten minutes later I noticed it on top of one of the lab tables. About 15 seconds later it started flying at my head. I screamed and ran away. After it hit the floor three of my (male) students went after it. Finally one of them caught it under an eraser and picked it up and took it outside where it flew away. The rest of the lab the male UTA keep telling me to be careful when I went outside because it would be waiting for me.

So I'm at my parents' house. They have two 11 week old kittens. And a 12.5 year old dog. And a small mouse factory for my brother's two snakes. My bedroom has been redecorated. But for the most part, it's much the same as I left it.

My parents seem to be doing well. Both working and seeming to at least partially enjoy it. My dad, for the first time in my life, is growing out his facial hair. My mom's lost weight.

Tomorrow night all three of my grandparents are coming over for turkey dinner. And I think Chris and I are going to visit a few choice high school teachers.

one week from this moment I will be one the plane heading home.
thank goodness.

Sometimes decisions are hard and they suck, but you have to make them and move forward anyway. It's only Tuesday and I need a weekend. For reals.

Maybe G and I can go up to the lake before I go home for break. Ugh.

I'm not sure why, but I'm feeling rather assertive in my relationships this week.

This evening I talked to Red about something I'd been thinking about for the past couple of weeks.

I have plans to talk to G when G gets back to town about something I've been thinking about recently. I even took the time to outline my thoughts so I remember them come Friday.

I don't know if assertive is the right word, but i was open with Sarah about something else this morning.

Tomorrow I plan on asking David for a trash can in my new shiny office.

Monday G and I celebrated our six month anniversary.

Look what Jill told me about today. It's soooo super cool.
http://www.betterworldbooks.com/

The more papers I read, the more papers I find that I should read. I'm not actually doing research, I'm just creating a giant digital paper bank in my head.

So today I moved offices and buildings. And I got my shiny new computer all set up and working. Hopefully in 2 to 3 weeks I'll be moving to a new office in the same building. Maybe it'll have a window? Or maybe I'll just have to get myself a lamp with a sun bulb and a big wall mural that looks like a beach? But apparently now they expect me to be productive...

Tomorrow the person David offered his post-doc to is coming and she's giving the talk at the CRA seminar. She did her Ph.D. at UC- Santa Cruz. So I googled her name and on her grad student personal page she has links to a crisis pregnancy center and some Christian scholar fellowship thing. Makes me nervous. But I'm going to be up in there with my big gay coffee/tea cup, compliments of Ms. Lowe, and we'll see how it goes.