It’s pride weekend.

My girlfriend is home cooking her roommate breakfast.

I’m home doing Calculus.

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I hate calculus.

Okay. Blogger got weird for a while, and had three of the same post listed and none of the current stuff…. But it seems to be better now.

Anyway… *cough, cough*

10 PM. I have to be up in 8 hours to beat the traffic that won’t exist tomorrow morning, but if I leave any later than planned, then there will be traffic, and it will take a lot longer to get there. It’s times like this I wish I lived closer to the school, but then I’d live in Hayward, and based off the part we drive through to get to school, that’s not really someplace I want to live.

And Monacita said one of her teachers told her there IS wi-fi originating out of the library, but it’s WEP encrypted and they need a password to access it. Which he’s planning on telling to the class. Which Monacita said she’d share. Social hacking rules! (Especially when it happens as an incidental thing instead of an intentional thing.)

Anyway, I hope there really is WiFi there… I’m concerned because I couldn’t find one at all today. But then again, I wasn’t looking all that hard. We shall see tomorrow.

School: it’s over-structured and terribly confusing.

I started CSU Hayward today. I’m of mixed feelings about this.

The campus: hilly. This is good from a getting-whipped-into-shape stand point,not so hot from a *not* in shape stand point.

The Calculus class: the professor assumes that we all just finished calculus 1 a week and a half ago. I finished calculus 1 three years ago. Oops. The negative: I couldn’t remember the meaning of all the symbols he wrote. The positive: there was nothing there I hadn’t seen before, I just don’t remember the meaning of it all.

The classroom: I don’t fit in the desks and they’re miserably uncomfortable. But I noticed everyone seemed a bit fidgety and uncomfortable by the end, so it isn’t just me.

The students: The girl next to me in Calculus arrived 15 minutes late, bedecked in what could only be called Bling-Bling. There is a hip-hop/urban element to the student population that wasn’t present in Stanislaus when I was last there. It’s the kind of thing I associate with DVC and therefore Junior College in general. Wierd. But there’s also a whole class of Japanese students wandering around, apparently here to learn English for the summer. So I wandered around the bookstore listening to people babble in Japanese and startled one girl when we accidentally bumped into each other, and I apologized by saying “sumimasen”. (It means I’m sorry in Japanese.)

The bureacracy: The bureacracy makes me cry. Today was no exception.

The student union: The food wasn’t great, but it was Indian,and it wasn’t *bad*. There also appeared to be pizza, taco bell, subway, chinese, a coffee/espresso place, and some sort of grill. It’s a huge improvement over what they offered at CSU Stanislaus. I tried the Indian because 1) I love Indian food and 2) after three years of Stanislaus, I’m scared to eat anything that comes off a school grill. It’s expensive though. Today was a treat, but most days will involve a packed lunch. The Union game room/seating area has TVs that broadcast MTV U… MTV for Universities. They actually show music videos which was kind of interesting… I even know a few of the songs. I’m not sure I approve of the whole thing, but I can’t begin to explain why it makes me uncomfortable.

Anyway, I’ve got five chapters of Calculus to review, so I should get going. That and I need to go tackle the bureacracy again. I’ve stopped crying about the last round, so it’s time to start again.

Tomorrow I get to spend the whole day in science, which is really where I belong. I was having a pretty good day til I came down from the science building. Oh, and I like the library. They don’t have Wi-Fi, but they do have ethernet cables that they’ll check out to you if you bring your own laptop to school. And laptops to check out if you need one of those in the library.

And, just because I need to get this off my chest: I’m too old for this shit!!!!

I think I ran a fever all last night. I never could cool down, and woke frequently, my whole body pouring sweat and horribly hot. I kept moving in and out of lucidity, one moment, miserably hot and uncomfortable, the next, trapped in the vivid world of fever dreams. I didn’t remember any of my fever dreams this time, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest. They usually occur in Western or medieval settings, and frequently involve plagues, and because they’re so vivid, they stay with me a long time. I also remember frequently feeling as though I had a ball of solid lead sitting on my stomach, even when I lay face down. Suffice to say neither Monacita nor I got much sleep last night.

When I checked the bottle of Motrin this morning, I noticed it expired some time in the early 90′s. I need to sit my mother down and have a serious conversation about experation dates on medication. I’m not saying that last night had anything to do with the motrin I took for my cramps, but I sure as hell can’t prove it didn’t either.

So between the sleep deprivation and the cramps and the heat, today was sort of a waste of a day. Without a trio of female roommates to live with a few days a week, our schedules have synched up, so we aren’t even really in a condition to take care of one another. I don’t hate my period the way I used to, but I have to admit that life would be more convienent without it.

One of the cabins here burned down! (No, not while we were here. I just didn’t notice it til we moved out of the Pool Suite and into the Kitchen Cabin.) Apparently some guy put his clothes on the heater to dry them and they caught fire. It destroyed that cabin beyond repair, and rended half of another unlivable. I think one of those cabins was the one we stayed in with my mother. Next time she comes up with us, we’ll either have to get two cabins or get the Pool Suite. Hmm. Mom in the Pool Suite… She can have the bed in by the porch.

Today was also body modification day. Gotham (a piercing studio on the corner of Castro and Market) opened a Gotham North branch. (Just like the leather bar, The Eagle. I think some of the other bars here have SF counterparts as well. This is where the SF gay community vacations alright…) Monacita and I stopped at Gotham so she could get a new ball for her belly ring (she lost the old one, and none of the ones I have fit her ring). While we were there I contemplated getting my nose pierced (I’ve wanted to since that trip to Berkeley with my aunt Lori, where we went out to Indian food, and I saw a group of Indian women in saris with long braids, and pierced noses. I wonder if Mom still remembers that trip). In the end I chickened out, and instead had him reopen the third hole in my left ear. The back had closed over though the front was fine. And thank god, I didn’t have to do the cartiledge thing again. Piercing cartiledge SUCKS.

After that, we swung by Leona’s new tattoo studio, where I asked her to fix the color in a few spots on my flowers. She re-did the color in both of them completely, and they’re now vibrant. She really does do incredible foliage and flowers. The only downside is that the timing was poorly thought out… I couldn’t swim or go in the hot tub or go to the beach for the rest of the trip. But oh well.

Oh, and we discovered the local smoke shop carried a new flavor of cloves: Menthol. It’s better than you might think.

One possible summary of my trip to the Sierra Hot Springs last June was, “So that’s what an uncircumsized man looks like.” I’m sure Rita remembers. I suspect Chance might as well.

I mention this because the most apt summary of our stay in the Pool Suite is “So that’s what an uncircumsized man with a cock ring looks like.”

Last time I saw this many naked men was at Gay Pride last year. The parade happened less than a week after the Supreme Court came to the decision that consenting sodomy is not a crime. The general mood of the festival was… festive, if scantily clad.

Which reminds me, this year’s parade is the weekend after next.

Which means that last year’s parade was also in June.

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I’m not sure I’m okay with the idea of June as Naked Men Month, although I guess it is a hair more interesting than it’s current label of Diversity Month.

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ANYWAY… The Pool Suite was exactly what it’s name implied, the suite with a view of the pool. The clothing optional pool. So there were a lot of naked men, and the porch for the place gave an excellent view of them all. On the plus side, there are two huge rooms, each with a good size bed, so it could sleep up to 4 easily. And if it weren’t summer, the porch would probably be great. As it was it felt too exposed and too voyeristic. But an overly exposed afternoon on a porch in Guerneville still beats the hell out of not being on vacation.

The generated blog post (the one below this one) has now generated two phone calls and three emails asking about the state of my mental health in some form or another. Go me! I need to use a generator on my blog more often. Or at least bother to update….

Today, so far has involved a slight rescheduling of Monacita’s and my vacation, Monacita’s last day of work, and a new dent in my car, when someone broadsided it in the bank parking lot. Fortunately the location and speed meant that it only did cosmetic damage, but it really wasn’t what I was hoping for today. So I went to TRs (local bar), met the gang, and had a few too many rum and cokes. Toulon laughed at me while I sat around being slightly drunk and happy.

So now I’m at Len and Kelleye’s house, and they’re introducing me to the show Firefly. Which means I should go so we can watch. (i’d be REALLY unhappy if I dropped the laptop in the hot tub.

The best thing about geek friends? Computer breaks. After a few hours, all the laptops come on and everyone sits and clatters away for a few minutes to get their fix. Then we all go back to being social.

I know there are people who live without computers, but WHY?

Today was really blerg

I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock has broken and I cannot afford a new one at the moment.

I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.

I’m so stoned.

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda’s friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I’d post pictures, but my webcam is broken.

I want to tell the world that I’m gay.

I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I’ve been in prison.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here’s some photos of my cock.

I want to say thanks to my dad for giving me my own computer and digital camera. Here’s a photo of my room. The weather in Ontario is cold. I have nothing more to say.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It’s amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you’re a moron.

I don’t have thoughts. Thoughts are for bad, scary people.

That’s enough for now. But I’ll leave you with *barf*

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