Dakota

So, despite my every cringing if I load something, no blue screen thus far on my internet venture that was this early AM. However, my Explorer is defective, because if I open IE or My Documents, an error message comes up and closes it. Actually, if I open My Documents and then click on anything, then it errors, closes, and opens the selected file.

So, irritating.

School was fine, even if - or because - I again ditched class... Math, which I will now vow (with great naiveness) that I will not cut again. I also skipped English, but that was an excused absence. And Western Civilization because Danielle needed to talk, and that was actually more of a reason that we generally give ourselves to miss it. Plus, we have a test on Wednesday, so at least we'll be motivated to go then...

Communications was fine, and twenty minutes shorter than normal. I missed all my classes last Friday 'cause I was sick (so which classes I would've then skipped I guess we'll never know) and figured "fuck, I'm going to fall behind". I reserve the right to never say that statement again for Communications, because I was caught up (and ahead of much of the class) within fifteen minutes of the class period. We move very slowly in that class. Very. Very. Slow.

Home... food... Lots of sleep. I crashed around 5 or 6 and made up for those late nights of the past few days. Woke up refreshed and agitated, listened to Poe and wrote some randomness that actually might serve a purpose at some point.

Matt called. Apparently he's going over really well in D.C. and his employers are all fawning over him. They've extended his trip til Thursday, so there goes Tuesday night dinner. Ah, that's ok - I'm actually really glad that everything's panning out with this new web gig of his. And I will see him Thursday, so I get to miss him for a few more days - and he'll have lots to catch up with me on.

I told Joyce about Matt this afternoon. That he and I are dating, I mean. And I haven't even officially discussed with Amy - the one relative of mine I have little-to-no problem talking to about almost anything...[I think I get lazy when it comes to Livejournal, and I assume everyone reads mine so devoutly that they're always updated on my goings-on.] But I live with Joyce and she makes rash judgments, so it was kinda of the essence to mention it to her, and point out as early and as often as possible that she herself is twelve years older than Dad.

She took the news blank-face-edly; she was, admittedly, busy making dinner at the time. I also edged in how she and I rarely talk about my interests in men at all... Me being gay comes up a lot, but in the political sense... Joyce doesn't gush - she doesn't get silly, or help me obsess over what to wear... or dish or do anything that a sitcom mom (or... even Michele... shush - I didn't say that) would. It's just not how Joyce operates. And it's fine to do these things over the phone with friends of mine, but one thing I know I'm looking forward to living with the Kids is being stupid and silly and nervous about dates with Genevieve, and the ever-important sarcastic comment I know Michael will have. I know this because he has them already!

So. The conversation isn't finished. And Joyce has stopped being of the "You're not doing this, end of discussion" kind of person since I hit 18, so she didn't forbid me or anything. I know she's concerned about a lot of things, but she had to go to work - yes, that was a shock - and so we left it for another time... Imagine if I had told her I was pregnant?

Tomorrow will involve the backing of lots of my files - something that I actually may start doing tonight - just in case my computer goes actually go kerplooey. Shoulda done it sooner, but there was a point that I couldn't even go online without a blue screen yelling at me. So, I should take advantage of this bizarre interval where it's not.

Watched Buffy, which was the highlight of my productivity for the night. Good stuff, if just seemed to take a lot longer than it needed to. However, it focused on the character of Andrew, who is adorable, so I was happy for that at least. Plus, Anya-y goodness.

I've been sleeping exorbitant amounts of time... I woke up at 5 today, which isn't irregular. And the fact that it's not irregular is probably what bothers me. I'd like to say it's just me compensating for when I was sick... But when I was sick, all did was sleep.

Blah... I want to get out of this house.