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Aug. 26th, 2003 12:21 pmMy computer is still checking files. (How many of them can there BE? It's been over 12 hours.) I have done absolutely everything on my "pre-trip" checklist aside from taking out the trash and packing my things. The house is in perfect condition so Jen doesn't have to worry about anything while I'm gone. That makes me happy.
I started reading Melissa Etheridge's autobiography this morning when I filched it off of Jen's nightstand. It's quick, easy reading, because Ms. Etheridge is hardly Shakespeare. I can get my voyeuristic "VH-1 Behind the Music" fix at the same time.
It's funny - when she's writing about her adolescence, she writes about going to summer camp and having an obsessive relationship with her friend Jo. She talks about professing "TLA" (that's 'true love always' for all you boys) for this boy named Melvin in her diary, but in the same entry she whines and rages about Jo ignoring her. That tickled me.
I always think that I didn't have any of those stereotypical queer upbringing moments, since I didn't date much, wasn't interested in dating much, and then practiced serial monogamy with a string of slightly femmey boys. But then I read that entry about Melvin and Jo, and I think about my friendship with Michelle and how obsessive it was. And how we spent every minute together. And how I hated her boyfriend, even while I loved mine.
And then I think about how people in school (mostly her boyfriend's asshat friends) called us "lezzies." Looking around my apartment that I share with my best girl, living up to their expectations, it makes me snicker. But then I think about Michelle, married, with kids. I wonder what /she/ would think about where I am. I wonder if it would, in some way, upset her that I'm queer. I wonder if she went to the reunion last week. I'm suddenly overcome with this sadistic idea to write to her to catch up.
NB: Don't ever become unemployed. See what happens to your mind?
I have a lunch date with my
prettyvacantone! I am so excited!
I started reading Melissa Etheridge's autobiography this morning when I filched it off of Jen's nightstand. It's quick, easy reading, because Ms. Etheridge is hardly Shakespeare. I can get my voyeuristic "VH-1 Behind the Music" fix at the same time.
It's funny - when she's writing about her adolescence, she writes about going to summer camp and having an obsessive relationship with her friend Jo. She talks about professing "TLA" (that's 'true love always' for all you boys) for this boy named Melvin in her diary, but in the same entry she whines and rages about Jo ignoring her. That tickled me.
I always think that I didn't have any of those stereotypical queer upbringing moments, since I didn't date much, wasn't interested in dating much, and then practiced serial monogamy with a string of slightly femmey boys. But then I read that entry about Melvin and Jo, and I think about my friendship with Michelle and how obsessive it was. And how we spent every minute together. And how I hated her boyfriend, even while I loved mine.
And then I think about how people in school (mostly her boyfriend's asshat friends) called us "lezzies." Looking around my apartment that I share with my best girl, living up to their expectations, it makes me snicker. But then I think about Michelle, married, with kids. I wonder what /she/ would think about where I am. I wonder if it would, in some way, upset her that I'm queer. I wonder if she went to the reunion last week. I'm suddenly overcome with this sadistic idea to write to her to catch up.
NB: Don't ever become unemployed. See what happens to your mind?
I have a lunch date with my
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Date: 2003-08-26 10:02 am (UTC)I don't think it's been restarting, but I admit I haven't been watching it. It took a long time on Jen's computer, too.
No other programs should be running. I booted my computer up with this Norton CD.
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Date: 2003-08-26 10:05 am (UTC)(And for dating someone who can cook. Yes. I highly recommend it!)
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Date: 2003-08-26 10:07 am (UTC)I /do/ know that when it does eventually stop, I'm going to delete all of those damned files before I install the program. Because I am /not/ going through this again!
I wish there was some sort of status bar, but there's not. :( I'm worried that maybe my computer is just not making progress... I mean, there's no way to know.
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Date: 2003-08-26 10:26 am (UTC)That salada files.
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Date: 2003-08-26 11:09 am (UTC)Thank god I'm not the only one!!!!
I spent a couple of hours trying to find out where my exboyfriend (the only guy I think I may have ever loved, and who kept professing his love to me years after I HAD to break up with him do to certain circumstances) lives and what his phone number is. I even figured out what his middle name is from Franklin County's public records. I got really excited when I was 90% sure I'd figured out which *** was him; I got up the next day, called the number, and it isn't working!!!!!!!
I just want to see how he's doing/see if things got better for him.
I haven't thought about him in ages, though...it's the fucking unemployed~spare~time that's messing with my head!
This is why I've started painting every wall in my apartment. It's keeping me out of trouble.
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Date: 2003-08-26 12:35 pm (UTC)And then I think about how people in school (mostly her boyfriend's asshat friends) called us "lezzies." Looking around my apartment that I share with my best girl, living up to their expectations, it makes me snicker. But then I think about Michelle, married, with kids. I wonder what /she/ would think about where I am. I wonder if it would, in some way, upset her that I'm queer. I wonder if she went to the reunion last week. I'm suddenly overcome with this sadistic idea to write to her to catch up.
(I realize I just cut and pasted half your entry, but I had to emphasize how completely I can identify with all of that)
I felt the same way, looking back - that I didn't really have any queer zen moments. But then I think about all of my female best friends, and how I hated their boyfriends and got jealous all of the time, and it starts to make more sense. And all of my friends/people I went to school with were calling us "lesbos," even thought there wasn't (at least, that I realized at the time) sexual feelings there.
And now here I am an out lesbian, and there they all are: married with children. Ha.
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Date: 2003-08-26 01:06 pm (UTC)I am, however, going to call her to see how long hers took to run, because this is getting ridiculous.
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Date: 2003-08-26 01:20 pm (UTC)And then, when my boyfriend was away in the army (because, really, is there a better boyfriend than one that is halfway across the country??), we would spend every moment together, laying on her bed, talking. And sometimes, I would find myself spooning behind her, and playing with her hair as we talked. And smelling her.
I think she would be somewhat disturbed if/when she found out about me. I think she would worry that I was being sexual with her, when I really don't believe I was. I mean, I think if she had kissed me, I would have loved it... but I didn't even think of that. It didn't even occur to me until after I had gone to college that our friendship wasn't exactly like all of my other friends' friendships with their female friends. (I hadn't had too many girl friends before M.)
I remember thinking in my head, "All straight girls must spoon their friends on their beds, because I'm a straight girl, and I am spooning my friend on her bed."
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