My mom is on the phone with her friend, talking about my blood poisoning. It's minor. I've been telling people it's the T-Virus mutating inside of me. My uncle looked at it tonight, and said we have to start treating it, cause if it reaches my heart, I'll be dead. Doesn't explain why the line would be moving so slow though. I mean, a drop of blood can flow through you're entire system in a minute, so why would the mark on my arm take days to get longer? My mom marked an arrow in permanent marker where the line is now, so we can check it in the morning. [Is that even a good idea? Then again, formaldehyde is not only used in embalming, but in permanent markers (and decaf coffee...)]

Interesting to think about. I mean, we're all dying, but I could be closer. I could see myself dying, by tracing a red line up my arm.

I don't know, I guess I'm not too concerned. I feel alive. And when I die, I'd like to go out with a (painless, please) bang.

zzz

Hey hun, can't wait to see you again. :)

smiles and hugs.
Dustin


~hehe...*grin*

I'm smiley. I think it has a bit to do with a silly pin I received from Dustin. He's got one like it on his jacket.
I hung out with him and his friends on the north side tonight, mostly wandering around the Silver District. I thought about how much this seemed like highschool, then found out one of the girls is 19 and one is 20...not too far off. They were cool, though. One carries a knife and brass knuckles. It's insane, like she's really scared about getting jumped. I don't know, maybe I'm not punk enough to understand, but we did see some crazy drug addicts by Igor's Dungeon.

Dustin was so sweet too, holding my hand or having his arm around me the whole time. When we went to Hollywood Mirror, we looked at things together. I helped him pick a neat black and green jacket, by flipping a coin.
He's so gentle and quiet. It's funny that he's into punk, hardcore, and dresses as he does. But I'm not complaining, it's nice.
I felt so silly and awkward after I kissed him. We hugged and it felt almost like a kiss moment, so I gave him a little peck, another hug, and he said he'd call me later. But I felt silly, like maybe I shouldn't have kissed him. Maybe he was just shy and nervous, cause his friend's were there, or cause he is, or I don't know, maybe I'm just being silly.

My hair is still all goopy gross. I can't wait to shower tomorrow. No pomeade to make it pretty though, I have NO idea where it is. Ah well.

Just some hanging out with Todd tomorrow before he returns to Normal. Then..well, we'll see. I'd like to sneak a trip into Dekalb, as I won't be able to do anything like that for who knows how long, but in reality, I should probably stay closer to home, and see if I can't just hang out in the city.
Funny, isn't it, how emotions/people can give such great meaning to the silliest little pin...

I served two asian men last night, and one totally reminded me of Jackie Chan. I love Jackie. Like, even his worse movie, which could easily be the Tuxedo, is great cause it's him. And even though it wasn't the real deal, and I still don't have a chance in hell, they did leave me a $15 tip.

It's days like today, when it's gorgeous out (it started out freezing) that knowing I'm driving to Woodridge to find out I won't be working tonight, just put a downer on things. Instead, I could be going to the Metro to see some punk bands with Dustin. Maybe score some compliments from cute punk girls on my Kate Moenig look.

Ah well though. I'll consider the small victory thus far, enlightening another with music. Man, I do love music, but I love it even more when I can show someone something awesome.

For a good time, direct connect to me sometime... hehehe

TV's are evil, but damn if I'm not hooked on Will & Grace and Dharma & Greg. I mean, I'm not hooked on them like I was Melrose Place, where I made sure I was at home watching, or taping them, but I'm hooked like, if it's on, I'm watching. Sorry to those on AIM when it happens.

I'm still sniffly sick, and my head pounded at work, but I'm feeling good. Like a down to the earth, home grown good. It's not a flying high on crack rock good, but a concrete sure thing good. I talked to Dustin for over an over, not including text messages, (a bad game of 20 questions), and it was nice. It's like, we connect in a solid way, over a manic sure to fizzle out way. It makes me smile when he calls. Like when he called while I was in my photoshoot. It made me smile when he said he would come out from Dekalb to see me this week. I totally want to go out to see him, but it's nice to know he's volunteerily willing to come to me.

He cuts his hair, randomly, spontaneously, and I think that's great. Reminds me of when I used to, or when I would randomly color it. When I said 'life is too short for negativity' he said it blew his mind because he was thinking the same exact thing.

It's also nice, the feeling that we're wading on an ocean of thoughts. There is so much more for us to learn, and I can't wait to learn it. I'm excited to think about how long it may take me. That our lives can be spread out.

I guess it coincides with a theory I had once. How I wanted to meet someone with a lifetime behind them, so that when we met, we'd not only have our lifetime together, but we'd have so much to share.

I'm not going to jump to any conclusions and say this is romantic, because that's a high let down to fall from, but I would like to say he's new. Someone fresh and new to know and get to know. I feel like I'm getting little glimpses into a world unknownst to me. It's a journey I'm fully prepared to take.