Just now, I was trying to figure out how this journal has recently evolved into less-than-daily. A series of brilliant deductions has brought me to the realization that I've actually become busy! This is really quite amazing, folks, and utterly un-J-term-like. I've been working 15 hours a week at the bakery, Patrick and I have finally started our ill-begotten January project, my sister visited, and then there's the matter of a social life:

January is so blissfull that way- I mean really, what other time of year can you spend every single night hanging out with friends without any repercussions on ones grades or job performance? I've even developed a sort of routine- during the day I go about my business, working and such, and then around 7 or 8 Patrick and I trek over to queer house. Once there, Richard, Liz, Julia, Patrick and I inevitably either settle into our respective spots on the couches and watch an insane amount of movies (one of the other queer house inhabitants works at a video store, so we are never at a loss) or, on rare occasions, leave the house for some Minneapolis destination, generally a coffee house or a dance club. Even the days we go out, the evening undoubtedly ends with the five of us sprawled on the couches watching a movie or mindless late night television.

You may be thinking that I'm currently leading a meaningless and demented existence, but I assure you that with this bunch of people, life is quite far from boring. In the middle of the night, plain old hanging out takes on a hilarity that would disappear in daylight: Julia and Patrick wrestle and have tickle fights, we all tease Julia when she gets tipsy, most of us have learned to knit, Patrick contorts himself in that weird flexible-Patrick way, we explore further aspects of Liz's 'german-ness', and without fail search for the subtlest of gay subtext in every movie we see. Even old Marilyn Monroe flicks.

As an added bonus, Patrick's little plot to get Liz and I together is apparently working! It's a little strange for me... I haven't dated anyone in 3 years (and that relationship was an utter disaster) AND this is the first time I've dated a woman. Granted, I'm quite comfortable with my sexuality; it's only when it becomes more than theoretical that I'm reminded that the rest of the world generally is not so happy with same-sex dating. I think it's a pretty sad comment on the state of the world when something so undeniably bound up with emotions must become a political statement as well.

At any rate, I can't imagine that I'll be incredibly revealing about our relationship in this forum- since Liz isn't even yet aware that I keep an online journal, it's hardly fair of me to start recording her life in it as well as my own. Also, I have one of those irrational fears that if I start talking about something, I'll induce terrible karma that chases it out of my life. Doesn't everybody have one of those fears? It's basically a twist on that old "don't count your chickens before they hatch" cliche, and basically precludes anyone but married couples from talking too much about their relationship...

Listening to:
Lauryn Hill, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I'm not generally a big fan of hip-hop, but when it's this inventive and musically solid, I cannot resist.
Tori Amos, From the Choirgirl Hotel. Tori can do no wrong, and I think the addition of a band on this album is great, especially the creative use of electric bass and trippy electronica rhythms.