Hello Dr. Boyfriend,

Now that you know I update this more than I let on (the joys of friends lock), you'll have to forgive me.

You are wonderful. This past year has been wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better friend or significant other. What I said, the day after I met you is still true. I am very glad I met you.

Thank you for being one of my best friends, my board member, and my favorite zombologist.

xo,

Future Dr. Girlfriend

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I have always been a reader. I don’t remember learning to read: I was three, my mother says Sesame Street taught me. Books have always been my go-to when I don’t understand something. Even now, in this digital age, though I do utilize Google faster than you can say "you should Google that," my second go-to is nypl.org/books and finding a title to put on hold, to pick up at my nearby Mid-Manhattan library.
I don’t remember a time when that wasn’t my answer to any given question plaguing me.
Before I was out, and before I was an "adult" with one of those "real" jobs, I worked in independent bookstores. My specialty and sections were always social sciences. When the shelving had been done, when the desks were tidy and the isles were mostly empty of customers, I would sneak into the slightly secluded corner with psychology, eastern religion, relationships, sex, and gay & lesbian studies, and pull the queer books off the shelves."

http://carnalnation.com/content/22634/44/queer-books-saved-my-life

My friends are wonderful.

People who don't vaccinate their children make me angry.

Unless you're a credentialed Md/PhD or PA, do not make medical decisions for your infant, which will affect them later in life. You are their parent but you are forcing your illogical, uneducated, fad-based decision on a creature whose brain isn't fully matured.

I am not saying Doctors are deity figures which should not be questioned but rather think about how awful you will feel when your child dies/gets incredibly ill from a disease that could have been prevented due to a vaccine.

I love my roommate.

Dissecting cats has never been more fun.

I met elbamoonraven in high school. She was (and still is) one of the token nerd goddess of Downingtown. We both loved and missed [Unknown LJ tag] very much. Our circle of friends orbited each other for years, but due to my lack of ambition, I'd only have one class w/ her. However, we were good acquaintances and she's one of the few people I still actively remain in contact with from high school.

elbamoonraven ended up growing up, curing cancer, marrying Prince Charming, and fed orphans to wolves. Or wolves to orphans, I can't remember.

She's getting hitched in less than a week and I am so excited. Not only for her but mostly to rickroll her reception.

I have a track record of making poor life decisions.

There. Not much to it than that.

A particularly unsavory bag of wank and I were involved for a few weeks. In those few weeks, I exchanged some pretty awesome emails with two of his ex's. Both of these women kept heeding me to get rid of him (one was more direct than the other). Again, not much more to it than that.


I corresponded with both of those women for years, lost touch with one of them, and kept in touch with the other. kairotic actually grew up a few stops down the road from my apartment. It's a weird thing, being e-friends with a person and knowing intimate details of their life but not having actually met them. Regardless, having had countless conversations about relationships, personal issues, encouragement, etc., has been incredibly comforting over the years.

It's a testament(not to sound pious) to the human spirit than people can go through so much (it's not my place to discuss other people's laundry) and keep going.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, far away...

...I had a brief thing with a trombone player. It was a mess. Somehow via the Interweb, I met the lead singer of said trombone players band. Then, one day, I met Mandy via the livejournals. She was talking about Star Trek: TOS and I started rambling with her. It was brought to my attention that my new friend was even more trek obsessed than I am (which I never thought was humanly possible) and a very lovely woman. Her love for William Shatner knows no bounds and it is glorious.

Eventually, I deleted my journal and lost touch of all the people who didn't see me jump the ship (not the shark). Sadness abounded.

Then, I moved to Philadelphia and was desperately seeking friends (since I had just moved and had two friends). Somehow I stumbled upon the path of varpulis again. We talked about nerdery, Neil Gaiman, and random bs. When my ex got let go from his job, varpulis very kindly linked me to her place of employment. When my job went down the toilet, I applied.

I was hired and shortly before I started varpulis and I met up from a drink/seeing Nail Gaiman read. Ended up meeting up w/ Jana, as well.

Eventually, varpulis moved onto bigger things than our job. She's still one of my favorite peoples and one of the few people who encourages me to be louder. Especially concerning hypothetical William Shater nudes (her words, not mine).

Comment and I'll write a post with the story of how I know you (fictional or non fictional).

Time has flown by.

Blatently stolen from The Scrabbled.

Oh, it's 12,000 people (in Mexico City) dancing to Thriller.

My roommate just said, "War mongering bunnies!" in reference to Watership Down. This sentence is not only amusing to me but brilliantly awesome.

BTW, my girlfriend won that contest. YAY! She'll be reporting from the upcoming Eagles/Jets game. So awesome.

My friend Beth is in the running to be a sideline reporter for the Eagles. Beth was a good buddy in undergrad and this is literally her dream come true.

http://www.philadelphiaeagles.com/TimesYours2009.asp

Just click 'Beth Curlett' and be done. It takes 4 seconds.

Looking back at almost eighty percent of my relationships, what the hell was I thinking.*









*This isn't a pointed finger at any one person. More of a massive *head shake* at myself.

Never have I ever been coated like this in poison ivy/bug bites. I mean for goodness sake I grew up doing yard work (not that you'd know by my alabaster complexion).

Never have I ever thought that I would have yet another ex who would feel the need to walk by my house at odd hours and let me know they were doing so. If "I'm walking by your house and remembering you" never comes up on my phone or my voicemail one more time, it will be too soon. Verizon customer support, you as A+ at banning people from my life.*

Never have I ever thought that I'd want a garden so badly.

Never have I ever thought that I would have so many outstanding lady friends. I owe a great many of you loads of hugs, baked goods, and drinks.

Never did I ever think that this grad application would be done. Well, it will be, soon. To bite off a friend of mine, "THE END IS NIGH!"

All of that being said, I hope everyone is well. You're all lovely rays of sunshine and don't you forget it!

*that being said apparently it was meant as "romantic" and not creepy. Fresh roses would have been better but eh, I'm avant-garde I suppose.

All I really talk about anymore is Buffy, Torchwood, Neil Gaiman, grad school, zombies, deviant behavior, and Russian/Norse mythology.

Since taking the scary test of doom, things have just been a blur.  A big, messy, fantastic blur.

I bought my Mom a Chi hair straightener. She wants to return it since it doesn't have an auto-shut off feature. Fair enough. Only my Mother. My brother is sick. Really sick. He's running a fever and may end up in the ER. It would be lovely if his fever had an auto-shut off feature. Sadly, no dice.

Most of my grad application is done. I need to stop obsessing over this whole process, since it has no bearing on my intelligence or my capabilities (which was pointed out to me by the lovely Mandy). Although it certainly does help because I'm an egomaniac.

I can't sleep so I'm going to read. Good night. I hope you all are well.

He picked me up Friday, post his gnarly breakup. Helped me load my ginoromous bag into his car. I noticed on the backseat of his car, a copy of  "The Yiddesh Policeman's Union".

It warms my heart that he's reading Chabon. My brother, despite being a pain in the arse, is the reason I fell right into Neil Gaiman (he gave me a signed copy of American Gods as a college graduation gift), Robert Jordan, Terry Pratchett, etc.

NOW HE LIKES AN AUTHOR I LIKE!

Man, I haven't felt this cool since he told me he liked 'Brazil'.

Also, how many big sisters get to brag that their baby brother is working on crazy bacterial stuffs at one of the best schools in the country?

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-spycam-city21-2009jun21,0,3641451.story?page=1

There are about 70 cameras placed all over Lancaster City now.
How mildly terrifying.

Oddly enough, CRIME HAS NOT DECREASED! MADNESS!