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Aug. 28th, 2003
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Aug. 28th, 2003 10:12 pmSo, I felt very conspicuous today. First of all, I was wearing my 'Feck' shirt from Ireland, and it turned out that when I have my bag slung over the way I usually wear it, you can't see the 'e'. So it becomes 'F*ck', basically. I kept wondering what people were giving me dirty looks for, but then I got over it. Also, as I was waiting for the T, something fell out of 'At Swim', and that something was an application for a bank account with my SOCIAL SECURITY number on it. And then my paycheck fell out, too. If I hadn't noticed, I would be in big, big, FAT trouble. After the fiasco that was opening a bank account was completed, I picked up a free paper from my dad's work, and it was 'Bay Window' - New England's largest gay & lesbian newspaper. So, I got back on the T, sat down, started reading about the ongoing gay marriage debate, flipping through the paper, holding it up, when I noticed the backpage by accident and my eyes just about popped out of their sockets. A whole lot of naked men going at it. It was an ad. I thought that the best thing to do is to ignore the fact that I was just as startled as the rest of the T-riders, put the paper away and continue reading At Swim.
So, between my 'Feck' shirt and naked men going at it, I thought that I showed myself a little too much for comfort today.
Anyway.
I met up with a friend, and when we were done with lunch and deciding where to go next, I, as I often do, began playing with my belly-button ring, then looked at the my finger and realized that there was blood on it.
Nooooooooooooooooo.
Ugh. I need to disinfect it, and I hope that's as far as it goes. If my body rejects this piercing, I'll be very upset. That happened with my ears, but that's because I got them pierced in pretty shitty places, considering.
I'm moving on Sunday, by the way. I realized that I somehow failed to mention this, but yeah, it's bye-bye Boston, hello Long Island. Now that I've spent more time here, I don't want to leave. Goddammit. If my school were to move to Boston, I'd be pretty damn happy. Oh, well. At least soon I will have my own computer and - amen - cable modem. Oh, hell yes. AND photoshop. New icons, here I come. Oh, and scanner.
Speaking of which, I finally got my Geekmoot pictures developed. Scanning soon. I was so happy - you're all there, all...howling and stuff. There's a great - if fuzzy - picture of Moa and me downing chocolate shots. Doing what we do best.
So, between my 'Feck' shirt and naked men going at it, I thought that I showed myself a little too much for comfort today.
Anyway.
I met up with a friend, and when we were done with lunch and deciding where to go next, I, as I often do, began playing with my belly-button ring, then looked at the my finger and realized that there was blood on it.
Nooooooooooooooooo.
Ugh. I need to disinfect it, and I hope that's as far as it goes. If my body rejects this piercing, I'll be very upset. That happened with my ears, but that's because I got them pierced in pretty shitty places, considering.
I'm moving on Sunday, by the way. I realized that I somehow failed to mention this, but yeah, it's bye-bye Boston, hello Long Island. Now that I've spent more time here, I don't want to leave. Goddammit. If my school were to move to Boston, I'd be pretty damn happy. Oh, well. At least soon I will have my own computer and - amen - cable modem. Oh, hell yes. AND photoshop. New icons, here I come. Oh, and scanner.
Speaking of which, I finally got my Geekmoot pictures developed. Scanning soon. I was so happy - you're all there, all...howling and stuff. There's a great - if fuzzy - picture of Moa and me downing chocolate shots. Doing what we do best.
