I’ve been mostly quiet. The seasons are starting to show their change and while this has been much anticipated by me, I get an uncomfortable feeling every single year around this time. I think the suspension between what has been for so long and what is to be has been building up in me for the past four to five months. I know it’s just the weather changing, but for some reason, it’s always made a surreal impact on me. I’m always surprised it happens. Admitting this makes me feel slightly idiotic, but then again, I guess I could feel like an idiot for worse things.

Everything feels a slight shade of unfamiliar and green.

Here is what has been going on with me lately:

I went out with a friend earlier this week and ran across this tall, gangly girl that I’ve seen around before and have never quite understood how she meshed into the gaggle of hipster chicks she usually has as her posse. Turns out, girl is a guy. This would explain the limited awkward social interaction I’ve had with this person before (please reference my post about androgyny for more of that rant). Also at this bar was an apparent Dirty Old Man Convention; while my friend and I were in line to tab out, one of guy-girl’s friends was in the process of sucking off the face of this 60 year old man in a golfer’s hat while he invited her to his villa in Reno. Another older gentleman who was sitting quietly at the bar engaged my friend in conversation about basketball and then promptly called him a “tranny” after he stated he didn’t really keep up with the sport. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and my expression is one of disgust mixed with amusement.

As a side note, my friend does not look like tranny material.

Unrelated to the above, this week I also got to clean up massive piles of human shit. This is after I cleaned up pieces of bloody pad smeared about the same room. Prior to all this, of course, was me locking a seventeen year old girl in seclusion for three hours due to her getting naked in a desperate attempt for attention from anyone (especially males). Since the nakedness didn’t work, bodily fluids apparently had to be introduced. Thank you, mental institution. Truly, my job is fulfilling.

I didn’t throw up. I thought I was going to lose it for a second, but I didn’t. I’m not quite sure if this is something I should be proud of or not.

Now that Spring is here, Flapjacks and I are back to building an LED rocket. Pictures, video, and plans pending. The word “rocketry” makes me smile, for some reason.

On that note, I should probably go to sleep.