faunachilde

I took a page from Anluan's book and went to go check out the rain tonight. Except it wasn't calming like I thought. I watched it drip drop down and for some reason I couldn't stand being in my own skin. There was a buildup, an energy churning that forced me outside.

I stood out there, getting drenched for a good five minuetes. It was awkward. I felt like a moron, so I did the little "Singing in the rain" dance. And it felt good. I didn't sing anymore, I just did a little version of the dance. I'm not a dancer, but then I didn't have to think, just move, and all of a sudden I was THERE, that place I feel lately where I close my eyes and I just settle into a pattern that's mine and not mine, and I was spinning and leaping with water pouring down my skin. I figured maybe I'd finally lost my mind but...I knew those steps from somewhere dammit...

For the first time in my life rain made me feel. And I can't properly feel it anymore.

Word gets around in a small town, and in St. Mich it drives a black Mercedes Benz with a bullhorn on top. I never knew how many fair-weather friends I truly had until the double combo of illness and upward social mobility washed over me in combo.

Even Amanda Bevington and her bevy of blondes came up to me today to express how very sorry they were to hear about my condition. I wasn't impressed by her acting ability, but I was impressed by her politicking. She and her harpies waited until Kevin and I were going over our steps to come up to me and express her condolences. This has the following effects.

1) Kevin learns that I'm sick (as if he hadn't heard by now)
2) She looks like a nice person in front of him.
3) She comes off as the better person, seeing as how I hung the bitch from a coat hook not too long ago
4) She gets to gloat about karmic turnaround in a place where I dare not retaliate
5) Should Kevin drop me as partner, she can replace me

*headdesk*

Grandpa came by to visit me in my dorm, and it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Of course he complained that the room was too small, and that the furiniture could have been a bit more feminine, and that there was no window.

"Why should I be paying good money for this room if they can't even give you a good view? Not that there's anything worth looking at out there, but if my Pooh-bear wants to look outside, by God she should be able to."

"Sir...a window would let in sunlight. So they didn't install any. It's safer that way."

"..."

"..."

"Of course it is. People pay good money for them to take care of you, then by God they'd better keep you safe."

The funny thing is, for a moment I realized I almost missed his bluster and grumblings. He'd honestly forgotten that I had a condition and had been his usual overbearing annoying self. I needed that.

Cotillon is tonight. I've been partnered with Kevin, and this will be the first time we've actually done dance practice together. The sharks are going to have an unholy fit when they find out. Hopefully this won't all end in hairpulling or something. I don't think I could take it.

First entry! I hearby slice the proverbial ribbon on this new blog. Since I'm sorta cut off from the world right now, I'm going to use this as a way to spy on my friends keep up with life. Cheers!

And this layout is so cute it gives me cavities. I love it! *GRIN*