word of the day: cloning.

man life is funny. i was having the shittiest day in recent memory up until 1 o'clock when i went to my world civ class. now, normally our discussions of the rise of christianity, feminism in ancient greece, and the stupidity of the romans doesn't exactly preheat my oven, but for some reason lindaman was just really enjoyable today. and everyone was talking, and laughing, and discussing the societal ramafications of WWIII and the nuclear holocaust. i'm really angry with myself that i was on the verge of skipping. it turned out even better as i walked out of class to find betsy on one of the couches. we chatted for a bit, then she said she was going back to talk to lindaman, see if he could get her out of some of her classes tomorrow. he told her that he's going to be a an area middle school judging some sort of history contest thingy. and then he asked if she wanted to help him. of course she said yes, because it's lindaman, and it means she doesn't have to go to latin american history tomorrow. then she came back out to the couches and asked if i want to come with. oh hells yes. a legitimate and educational excuse to skip ristow's class? i'm all about that shit. so we went to tell lindaman i'm coming with, and he and i made fun of betsy's tuesday/thursday school marm attire.

cut back to the lounge like 15 minutes ago... betsy has left for her class, and i'm sitting here waiting for christine (still am). ristow comes out to use the bathroom before his class, so i flag him down to tell him i'm not going to be there tomorrow, and to see if i need to do anything or read anything special to make up for missing class. he walks over and is all smug and sarcastic and like "i usually don't promote these sort of educational endeavours blah blah blah blah" and i'm playing along, but the whole time in my head i'm thinking "you're just pissed because betsy and i aren't going to be around to entertain you and feed your ego." so he goes on some long-winded shpiel about getting the notes from someone else that could have, in all actuality, taken 30 seconds and not involved him coming over and semi-sitting down, and i just keep saying "ok cool, yah, sure, that's fine...." and then he takes a swig from his refilled plastic dr. pepper bottle, and i have to work really hard to stifle the laughter bubbling up.

and that right there is why i'm in love with being alive right now. for some reason things just seem to be working out for me. i'm happy. i feel loved. i have these little moments that just vindicate everything i've been feeling and going through for the past two months. and to top it all off, jerry fuckin gerlach is back in town. i'm not quite sure what to make of it, but i'm going out today to buy an orange vest and learn how to dodge birdshot.