We Tore The Thicket Down, Vine By Vine

I got a PA driver's license this afternoon. Of course, it is only temporary until the new one comes in the mail, but I am not a PA driver. Weird, right? They punched a hole in my Michigan license. I thought they would take it away. I am glad they did not. I think that the system that Pennsylvania has for dealing with all things car-related is really screwy. You can't go to one place like you can in Michigan. You have to go to one place for this, another for that, and a third for the other thing. I waited in line today for ages. AGES. Thank goodness Buddy came with me. I would have been frazzled. AND! They didn't even make me take the vision test, so I was happy about that. I just handed over my form and my proper forms of ID, had my picture taken and went about my way. The actual process took no more than 10 minutes. For real.

I just wrote out my to-do list. It is kind of annoying. It is all of the big stuff that has to happen before we move: new utility accounts, rent payments, etc. I just want it to all be over! I want to move! I got a free desk and I am super psyched about it. The girl that lives there now didn't want it and it is pretty much exactly what I need and where I wanted to put it, so she's just leaving it there. Nicely done, no? I know that my desire for moving day to come quickly will be lessened when moving day is actually here and I haven't done anything in while. But- I have been trying to make progress on things. I think I'm getting ready. I also am helping CLRG get ready to move. He has way more stuff, though, so I think it will be super fun.

Okay. I just got really sleepy. I hate that! And my blood sugar has been weirded out all afternoon and that is annoying. Rawr.

It's The Time It Takes To Blow Away

Once again, I have to exclaim about a beautiful piece of choreography. This link will hopefully show you the wonders.

And So I'm Sailing Through the Sea

Sometimes, I get the feeling that I'm fading into the background. It doesn't make too much sense and the feeling is unfounded, but it happens. I feel like it's hard to get a word in edgewise and that people aren't communicating with me in the way I am trying to communicate with them. I feel like I'm just invisible and that the only way I am noticed is by interacting with people in places they HAVE to be, not necessarily WANT to be. This feeling applies toward interactions with many different people, in many different situations. It's ridiculous, I know.

I know.

I was so bored last night. I half-wished for schoolwork. Haha. Thank goodness that can't be granted for about another month. Haha.

I am getting some visitors in a couple of weeks: Bananne and Old-Face are hitching a ride on a plane and coming to hang out for a few days. I'm excited to see them. I'm excited for us to do fun things and for them to meet CLRG and for us to go to the zoo and to Pamela's and to the bar. It will be a quality time.

Well, Let The Geek In The Pink Take A Stab At It

Ummmm... so we are all aware of how much I love SYTYCD. Last night, there was a fabulous piece by Travis Wall that just needs to be shared. It was beautiful.

Nothing Can Compare to When You Roll the Dice and Swear Your Love's For Me

This is the most depressing thing I have heard about in a while.

I Held So Many People in My Suitcase Heart

I haven't written in a while because, truthfully, I didn't really know what to write about. I keep thinking about the concept of home. I want to write about that. I wanted to say that Elle went home earlier in the week and I miss that option. In college, it wasn't difficult to get home for a weekend. Nowadays, I'm not sure what home is to me, so I can't determine travel time. Home is, I suppose, many things. Home is when I am with my family as well as with my friends. Home is Pittsburgh, where I am building a life that is my own (which is strange) and where I spent most of my time and where CLRG is. I think, when I say, "I'm home," I mean Pittsburgh. That's not to say, of course, that my hometown (is it my hometown if we don't live there at all anymore?) isn't a home. I know I am welcome there in many homes and many hearts and I love that. Home is just so tricky. I know some people don't really relate to that, but that's okay. For me, places that are home span the country.

And then home brings up the question of what to do for the holidays. I'm worried that my family will be separated at Christmas. I know that I would be welcome at CLRG's family's house and I would be welcome at my grandparents' house, but it's strange to think that I might not see my parents and sister if things don't work out, you know? The parents have to think about coming out for Pookie's graduation in May and they already had me come out last month and it just seems so complicated. So much more than it used to be. Why, oh why?

In happier news, this weekend is the anniversary of Elle and I meeting. We came out to the Burgh about a year ago to find this apartment and struck up a friendship that I know will last forever. I'm so glad I found such a good friend in her. I really don't know what I would do without you, Elle! Thanks for being so awesome.