I had a really amazing weekend.  School was off for a "Fair Day" on Friday and I had been given free tickets, so Alyssa and I went to the State Fair.  It was rainy, cold, and miserable out, and I have never had a more enjoyable date in my life.  Even with the hour-long trek through the mud.  Well, especially with the hour-long trek through the mud.  One of my students saw me and said, "Mr. Stone!  I didn't recognize you without your teaching stuff, you know, the shirt and tie!"  That on the same day I turned in my application to graduate.  I'm a grown up fo' real.

Saturday was kind of all over the place, but I ate well and had a lot of fun.  There was a band practice of some unmeritable sort followed by hookah and a party.  Alyssa drove a strange woman home to keep them from driving drunk, and I was quite taken by the innate, naive good in her.  Worth noting: I successfully cut myself off while drinking.

Today was slow and spent mostly in bed, other than branching off to pay a half-mind's worth of attention to the Super Bowl with the family, and some adorable playing about in a painting studio.

I'm happy.

I was finally accepted and placed for my teaching internship. I'll be working under a Biology teacher at Plant High School. That is to say, I totally fucking lucked out. I got the subject area, school, and grade level that I want to teach. That NEVER HAPPENS. The world just seems hellbent on handing itself to me on a silver platter. I'd like to think that it's indicative of some special destiny, but more likely I'm just good at bullshitting and have enough charisma to skate by. If everything was given to me, then I'd at least prefer to know that I did some good with it. The most good I ever did with my life was to reroute the Selkie Bride from her suicide plan. All it took was breaking myself upon the Catherine wheel, and what a wonderful year it has been since.

Honest Bob and the Factory-to-Dealer Incentives - I Will Deny
The Honorary Title - Untouched and Intact
Harvey Danger - You Look So Happy
The Hell Yeahs - Rusholme Ruffians (Smiths cover)
Conway Twitty - Hello Darlin'

BABY GECKO HAS FAILED LORD VADER FOR THE LAST TIME.
 

 

The fire in the belly.  The involuntary pull at the jaw.  The tightening of the chest.  The twitching of the nerve.

The butterflies!  Or Death's Head Hawkmoths as the case may be.

For one brief, glorious moment, the total lack of certainty in a meticulously planned life.  Then you make your move, and, if you've kept your cool and are lucky, it happens.

Why, it's the best feelin' in the world!

Do you really have to wonder why I cannot stand being alone?