Poemless.

I've been slowly convincing myself to write a poem. Well, I've already convinced myself I should. At this point I just need to sit down and do it. I have several ideas whirling around, and I should find the motivation to sift through and channel them into something meaningful. Maybe that will even happen sometime. Maybe.

I don't know why I felt motivated to share that here. It's not like I was sitting here on the "new post" screen itching for ideas. No, I was browsing the Internet and decided to come write about it specifically. Maybe it's an subconscious effort to make it happen faster. Dunno.

And further...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJzUglzRqDI

Oh wait...

This should really just be an edit, but I'm making up for lost stamps*.

So I went to FurCon last weekend, which included a trip to Brix, one of San Jose's downtown gay clubs. It was too crowded with furries and confused patrons. It was a good night.

Since then I learned about and have spent time in a gay bar down a long road from school, Tinker's Damn. I like it there, mostly for one bartender, Alex (pronounced "Alec," for some reason) who bought me my first drink. Rum and diet Coke. I enjoyed it. I didn't finish.

A 21-year-old homosexual going to a gay bar, and a club once. Shocking.

*("postage")

Holy shit

Hello. I didn't see you there.

Are you hungry?

Alive?

...

If brainchildren are anything like regular children, I shouldn't reproduce.

Anyway, so I think somewhere in November was my last post? Shit's gone down since then. Most notably and recently, I have entered into the holy mother-fuckin' sanctified bonds of boyfriendity with the everloving Kyle David Smith, or as we like to call him around here: "you."

That's what I call him most of the time, anyway.

But yes. We finally tied the knot in our really pretty open relationship, which basically only means we say "I love you" a lot more.

It's pretty great. <3

Aaaand....short of that, there isn't a ton to share.

Oh, maybe I never made it clear to this audience (of would-be now-dead children?) that Kyle and I have a thing. Well to make it short, imagine this: I met somebody and got close enough to them to want to be boyfriends. Crazy.

I think the only item in my - Really? Last post was in November? That can't be right. Is it? Oh well - life that has changed since my last post is that I play League of Legends now, and Skyrim, if I never mentioned that before.

I learned I can't go to Star this year without skipping out on finals week.

I want to bring Kyle to the big M-D this summer. I think it'll happen.

I've been up 13 hours after being asleep 12 hours after being up 12 hours after sleeping...I dunno. My sleep's fucked up. Good thing it's only nightish classes this quarter.

So there you go.

PS: Based upon an unworthy sample size's worth of sample (two), international Russians do not make for good kissers.

I've failed to post in a while

So have this:

(5:09:34 PM) Merrill: I just met my soul mate.
(5:09:41 PM) Merrill: And let him walk away.
(5:09:44 PM) Kyle: really? :D
(5:09:48 PM) Kyle: what D:
(5:09:49 PM) Merrill: No, probably not.
(5:10:46 PM) Kyle: tell me more D:
(5:11:10 PM) Merrill: I wanted to hear Life Less Ordinary, so I pulled it up just as I was getting off the bus. As I got off, somebody was walking in my direction listening to music.
(5:11:35 PM) Merrill: I decided, because he appeared right as the song started, that he must be my soul mate.
(5:12:01 PM) Merrill: I'm a much faster walker than he, but he caught up to me at a stop light, and we stood there for a bit, then we both crossed and he kept on walking my direction.
(5:13:12 PM) Merrill: I was going way faster, but I kinda wanted to inspect him more, so I found causes to dawdle, including checking out a cut rusty lock.
(5:13:26 PM) Merrill: And when I was, he approached me as asked whether I was going to Plug and Play Center.
(5:13:46 PM) Merrill: So we talked a little, he said he was going to a conference there for alumni from...wherever.
(5:13:53 PM) Merrill: It's right across the street from me.
(5:14:05 PM) Merrill: And then he actually invited me there.
(5:14:13 PM) Merrill: "You could probably come check it out if you'd like."
(5:14:22 PM) Merrill: And then he crossed the street, and I entered the complex.
(5:15:04 PM) Merrill: So that's the entire story.

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Additionally:

(6:49:30 PM) Merrill: A friend and you are out for a run in the woods. While you run, a bear notices you and begins to chase after you. You begin 20 feet behind your friend, who is running 7 miles per hour. The bear, beginning at rest, 80 feet behind you, requires 3 seconds to warm up to full speed of 12 miles per hour. Once at full speed, the bear will make a bear call, which, 2 feet ahead of you, will be within earshot of the Robot Bear, who is 140 miles off the trail perpendicularly from where it can begin to hear the bear. If the Robo Bear can jetblast at 500 mph, how fast must you run to stay alive?
(6:56:04 PM) Kyle: is the Robo Bear my friend?
(6:56:21 PM) Merrill: ...
(6:56:40 PM) Merrill: Yes. :)

A mild understanding of irony

I may now get wasted and suffer only physical and social ramifications. Legal is now only involved if I fuck shit up.

Let's go fuck shit up.

I had a really fabulous weekend thanks to a select few. The days and weeks between it and my last post are full of very interesting, noteworthy details I don't feel like taking the time to write about.

I will mention that Betrayal at House on the Hill is one of my favorite things right now, as is this song.

I kind of feel like writing a poem. Maybe I'll do that.

I also feel like burying my head in cool sands a million miles away.

I should really be asleep. Goodnight.

Lion Soup and Otter Water

School has begun!

Classes are good so far, although it's only the second day. Hopefully things remain good.

I spent my last week before school doing lots of brilliantly social things. Lots of hanging out. It's been great. Actually, I've spent a lot of my month before school doing that. Fun fact: last night was the third night in three weeks that I've spent the night in my own bed. I am a whore.

Well, no. Those nights weren't necessarily spent in other people's beds.

Some were.

Anyway, so I'm enjoying being a little socialite, and hope that I can maintain that. I've never spent a lot of time spending a lot of time with people, and I like it.

Meanwhile, I'm doing some things to try to figure out my semi-immediate future. We'll see how that goes.

Today I got some lunch and was hanging out outside the cafeteria where a taiko group from San Jose was performing. I sat right next to the stage to watch, and it was pretty neat. One of the guys on stage was actually one of the advanced folks involved with De Anza's karate, so I saw him last night and will see him again tomorrow. Their group is holding an open audition in October. Maybe a new pursuit? Maybe.

Speaking of karate, it's going again. Things are scarier now that I'm not a specifically-guided beginner, buuutttttt it's still good. I'm looking forward to this quarter.

So yeah. That's life right now. Peace Out.