Acceptance is a cobblestone road

I'm not going to write a lot (provided I can restrain myself), seeing as it's my bedtime right now and...truth be told, I'm not sure there was a lot about today that was worth writing about. I'll salvage the mentionable bits, though.

Well. Um. First period was interesting, simply because I gave amusing advice to one of the Freshmen in Beginning Art. He was doing a picture that was a collage of photographs of a pride of lions (very cool--I liked it immensely), and so I jokingly said he should find the goofiest picture of a person he could locate and insert them randomly into the otherwise serious picture. Within short order, we found a ridiculous picture of this strange-looking man in a leopard-print speedo, with this bizarre moustache [I hope I spelled that right...] and hilarious look on his face, and he stuck him right in the corner, in the foreground of the picture. I couldn't help but be amused on many levels. I swept the rest of the period.

Nothing really to say about the rest of the day, other than there were the most gorgeous thunderstorms constantly. ♥ ♥ ♥ People were cheering and screaming at the thunder, there was wild rain, the power went out briefly during 5th period, and it was terribly wonderful. That got me excited.

We just came back from a city council meeting for Grass Valley (I have to go to at least four government meetings before the end of the semester in order to get an A in Government), which was, oddly, somehow both absolutely fascinating and somewhat boring. They switched back and forth a lot between those two emotions. Mom vowed that we would go again soon, which I certainly don't object to for either classwork reasons or just-plain-interest reasons.

Still working on the whole acceptance thing... So far, I think I'm doing reasonably well--though who knows what'll set me off and when. For now, though, I'm sort of trying to get back in touch with a side of me that has been lost for quite a while--and I admit, there are some things that I'm appreciating and feeling more than I did, which is nice if only to know that I have some incentives to get over this. As I've said, I don't think I can fall out of love--but I'm hoping that I can at least find some amount of balance for this love, so I can be emotionally stable despite all that I'm going to have to accept about him and I and her.

Want to go all introspective, but as happens every time I want to go introspective, it's time for bed. Joy. Good night!

Acceptance is a cobblestone road

I'm not going to write a lot (provided I can restrain myself), seeing as it's my bedtime right now and...truth be told, I'm not sure there was a lot about today that was worth writing about. I'll salvage the mentionable bits, though.

Well. Um. First period was interesting, simply because I gave amusing advice to one of the Freshmen in Beginning Art. He was doing a picture that was a collage of photographs of a pride of lions (very cool--I liked it immensely), and so I jokingly said he should find the goofiest picture of a person he could locate and insert them randomly into the otherwise serious picture. Within short order, we found a ridiculous picture of this strange-looking man in a leopard-print speedo, with this bizarre moustache [I hope I spelled that right...] and hilarious look on his face, and he stuck him right in the corner, in the foreground of the picture. I couldn't help but be amused on many levels. I swept the rest of the period.

Nothing really to say about the rest of the day, other than there were the most gorgeous thunderstorms constantly. ♥ ♥ ♥ People were cheering and screaming at the thunder, there was wild rain, the power went out briefly during 5th period, and it was terribly wonderful. That got me excited.

We just came back from a city council meeting for Grass Valley (I have to go to at least four government meetings before the end of the semester in order to get an A in Government), which was, oddly, somehow both absolutely fascinating and somewhat boring. They switched back and forth a lot between those two emotions. Mom vowed that we would go again soon, which I certainly don't object to for either classwork reasons or just-plain-interest reasons.

Still working on the whole acceptance thing... So far, I think I'm doing reasonably well--though who knows what'll set me off and when. For now, though, I'm sort of trying to get back in touch with a side of me that has been lost for quite a while--and I admit, there are some things that I'm appreciating and feeling more than I did, which is nice if only to know that I have some incentives to get over this. As I've said, I don't think I can fall out of love--but I'm hoping that I can at least find some amount of balance for this love, so I can be emotionally stable despite all that I'm going to have to accept about him and I and her.

Want to go all introspective, but as happens every time I want to go introspective, it's time for bed. Joy. Good night!