twenty-something

Went back for my follow-up visit re: my wisdom teeth. It turned out to be an ordeal, as the reception desk apparently forgot about me and lost my chart. I ended up waiting a full hour for a five minute appointment. Grr.

The whole thing would've been a bust, had I not gotten to see Jeff again. Nothing too signifigant, but he came up to me in the waiting room, remembered me, and made small talk for a minute (he didn't touch himself at all, sadly). Very tame, but when you have a crush on a dental health professional, you can't expect too much.

He's not nearly as hot as I remembered (actually, he'd probably be considered only cute and, to some, borderline goofy), but, ya know, what? I'd still date him. I'd date him real good.

Tonight, driving home after dropping Greg off, I put on one of my mom's CDs. Matchbox 20. Mad Season. (It was already in the changer!) I flipped through some songs, eventually landing on "If You're Gone."

Now, it was 1AM on Christmas. I had just spent two hours at the Holiday Inn bar -- with an odd group of high school friends and one slightly flirtatious drunk, twenty-six-year old, married Marine -- and another hour in the car, driving around with Greg, listening to Melissa Etheridge.I was a DD, but I certainly felt punch-drunk. My eyes were heavy, and all I wanted to do was get home and get into bed.

And then that song...

I am twenty, a sophomore in college. It's February of 2001. I'm living in a sixth floor dorm room with my then-best-friend-that's-a-boy-at-school Tom and a beautiful view of the mountains. I'm also in the second month of my epic relationship with Mr. Ex.

"If You're Gone" is a big single. It's on - either on TV, or on my computer - right after Ex has left. He goes down to his car and I watch from my sixth floor window as he leaves. I'm sad he's gone.

I am happy and I am in love. And even thought I haven't told anybody, everybody knows.

I think I'm scared
I think too much...

I got two copies of Golden Girls: Season 1 on DVD from my family today. Not one, two.

I'm not really sure there's anything else to say.

A top story on Yahoo! this Christmas Day. Maybe this is from the deleted scenes of Pee Wee's Christmas Special?

Researchers find gay penguins in Japanese aquariums: report

Sat Dec 25, 1:31 AM ET

TOKYO (AFP) - Researchers have found a number of same-sex pairs of penguins at aquariums in Japan, with an imbalance between the numbers of male and female birds suspected to be the cause, a report said.

A research group led by Keisuke Ueda, professor of behavioral ecology at Rikkyo University in Tokyo, found about 20 same-sex pairs at 16 major aquariums and zoos, Kyodo news agency said.

FULL STORY

Here we go again...

I guess it's not "the night before" anymore. It's past midnight. The big day is here. I'm sitting alone in the dark living room, save for the glow of the fake-ass tree and the late-night South Park holiday marathon that's on, at the family computer. And I'm just at a non-dramatic loss of words.

I'm too cynical to write anything happy or nice about Christmas with my family, but today... well, today wasn't all bad. Compared to the holidays of recent memory, this was the lowest maintenance. Not without it's drama or annoyances, yes, but dinner was good. The small gift exchanges rocked. And I actually had a good time with my family. I'm chalking it up to pain killers and booze. And maybe a little bit of Christmas magic.

I'm actually kind of hopeful for tomorrow morning. I'm excited for people to open my gifts (the women-folk enjoyed the Tutti Dolci body-stuff I handed out tonight), 'cause I really dug shopping this year. And I'm curious to see what I've got waiting for me under the tree (my aunt surprised me with a pretty swanky chair tonight - and I must say I really, actually love it). So, yeah... good thoughts for what will occur just a few short hours from now.

Tangent: Watched Pee Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special from 1988. (I bought my wacky ol' Dad the DVD for this December 21st birthday.) When I was 8, I had the special on an old Beta tape, and I would watch it constantly, year round. I still remembered some of the words. Anyway, watching it now, for the first time in over ten years, I kind of realized why I liked it so much. I mean, come on. It was the gayest Christmas special I have ever seen. Guest stars like Little Richard, a very mannish k.d. lang, and Cher... Hunky, shirtless men building a new wing onto the playhouse... Pee Wee being a selfish twink of man with no kids of his own... it's amazing. I dare you to rent it.

I think possibly the perverted highlight of the night for me was, after dinner, making Toasted Almonds in the kitchen with my parents. The version of "Baby It's Cold Outside" (the kickin' version from Elf, by Zooey Deschanel and Leon Redbone) was playing and, improptu, my ever-warring parents and I started making up new words. Threatened divorce is funny! I can't really remember many of them, but they were funny!

"I really must go..." - "I ain't stoppin' ya..."

"I think I'll move out..." - "Want help packing?"

"I'll leave the kids with you..." - "No, I'm good, really..."