The Sun is Shining.

I am sitting in my undies. Oh yes, livin` large.

I made chili this morning. It came out absolutely delicious. I wasn’t even hungry at the time, but by the time I finished, it was just what my body wanted. I got up around 7 AM again naturally. Woo. I had a small bowl of grape nuts to tide me over before I ate.

I stalked Victoria prior to my chem lecture at 11:30 AM. Sadly, I’m a bad stalker, and missed the end of her class. So I stalked her before her next class began. A few minutes conversing with a lady can make this boy’s day. Naturally, my memory is failing me and I can’t remember for the life of me what we discussed. I doubt it was that important. My memory’s weird. There’s a good chance I’ll remember any details from the conversation if prompted, I just won’t be able to tell you when it was said. Maybe? I think.

Attended chem lecture in the correct room! Found myself completely underwhelmed. A&P went at a torrid pace, and I absolutely loved it. One thing I hate is when morons ask questions. Screw your questions, LET’S POWERLECTURE. She was doing something regarding units today, ostentatiously called “dimensional analysis”. I believe Mr. Gounaud (my high school AP Physics teacher) would say simply, “Take care of your units and your units will take care of you.” It’s pretty simple stuff. Make ratios, cancel units, then do the math. Simple. Physics taught me how to apply algebra, basically. It taught me to establish what you have, establish what you need, and decide how to bridge the gap.

A bunch of stupid 18 year old girls saying, “I don’t understand!” just makes me want to facepalm. Yes. Girls. It just so happens that only the girls didn’t understand. OMGZ, SEXIST REMARK. Okay, that’s not entirely fair. There were 30 and 40 year old girls who didn’t understand. Ha ha. I’ll just assume the rest of the semester won’t be so painfully easy.

Thanks to Rutgers, these kids have no idea how easy county college is. I can appreciate it.

After class, my stalking failed. I’M A BAD STALKER. I had places to be and people to do (I wish), so I headed to The Parking Lot That Time Forgot. Having parked in the tree, I pondered how to enter the vehicle. I found Cliff sitting in Liz’s car, parked next to my dad’s car. (He gets upset if I don’t drive his car when he’s not around. Hey, he doesn’t make any sense to me, either.) Again, my memory fails me. I think he said something about not being able to find his class, so he’s going to try emailing his prof. “Hey, WHERE’S THIS CLASS?” Beyond that, I don’t think there was any important information exchanged.

Came home, wasn’t that hungry so I just had a bit of grape nuts, and headed to the Bell of Taco. I was in the best mood ever. Jordan and Trisha were up front, so it was fun. Trisha keeps talking to me while I’m drive-thru, so I’m amazingly getting better at it. It sounds contradictory, but it’s giving me practice handling talking to two people at once. We got into a conversation about STD’s and getting tested. Oh right. I said I’d eat the rest of her “cheesy beefy melt” (Horrible name, my god.), but she threw it out as she remembered she’s a carrier of oral herpes. How nice of her. She said she gets tested every 6 months. Jordan said he doesn’t want to get tested. Trisha naturally quipped about the fact that he hasn’t become sexually active yet. That became a running gag. Okay, I made it a running gag. Ha ha.

And seriously, the q-tip in the penis is way over-rated. They don’t stick it all the way in. Just the tip. Pin-prick? Not even. I thought, “That was it?” It’s not a big deal at all. Cowards.

Trisha cursed me because a whole bunch of hot guys came up to order. I told her I wasn’t even aware of them being physically attractive. I then told her that drive-thru is the perfect angle to look down girl’s shirts. She said she’d never noticed. This is a girl who’s been doing drive-thru for years. We are so straight. Ha ha!

Sam has been calling Trisha “Squishy.” I can sort of see it. She’s not really fat, but she is kind of squishy. She also said she bruises easily. Cue me feigning poking. Ha ha.

Is it the weekend already? I feel like I haven’t stopped being at my place of employment. I used to hate weekends, when I had nothing to do. Now I’m going to look forward to Mondays. Kind of hard to be a stalker if there aren’t classes.

It’s a new feeling I have right now. I don’t feel like I’m struggling right now. I don’t feel like I’m fighting. I feel like everything is just right. It doesn’t feel like the end, not in the slightest. There’s still more to learn, more to grow. I just won’t know what it is until it is upon me. I have to make sure I don’t let down my guard emotionally. I have to make sure I keep tabs on myself. I won’t just ride off into the sunset. I have to keep my eyes open. If I’m going to feel, if I’m going to be, I have to leave all my senses open.

Rock bottom feels far away, which is a good thing. And yet so near whenever I stumble. But I’m stable, so I can let myself feel a bit of resolve. I’m doing okay. Yet only three years since rock bottom in December? I do wonder if there will ever be another dramatic marker in my life, or whether everything else from here on out will be very subtle change. I suppose I’ll find out.