In the midst of my endless quest to get rid of things, I found some homemade cassettes from a former beau. Practicality always triumphing over sentiment, I skipped over to WorldCat to see if I could ILL the CDs from somewhere; my hopes weren't all that high, because I figured maybe four people had ever heard of the band, and yet...I was wrong! If nobody will do the ILL, I can actually purchase most of the songs I want from iTunes. This excepts, of course, the one I really really want, so please keep your fingers crossed.

I liked that particular ex-boyfriend, too. We met through a friend at my first high school, and then, after the closure/transfer, kept on dating, even though we were now separated by a state line. I got to go to two proms my senior year, and the darling boy was even gracious enough to escort two of my best girlfriends along with us at "my" prom.

That was an interesting scenario, there, because the two ladies in question, not having dates and being best friends for a long time, wanted to go to prom together. This scandalized the school, which was going to refuse to let them go. And then, a flock of loudmouths spoke up.

*evil chuckle*

The compromise was that my boyfriend would be the "official" escort of all three of us. He had to endure a battery of pimp jokes, but, bless his heart, he took it with no complaint, and only the slightest charming blush.

"His" prom was fun, too. They did a cakewalk around the building, something I didn't know about until we got there. And it's a good thing he didn't tell me, too, or I would've chickened out. One of my exes was there, but we managed to bury the hatchet over dinner, and not in each other. Good times.

He even managed the breakup well, very practical: I was headed off to college, while he had another year of high school to go, and he felt that the timing was good for both of us to be free to go our separate ways and take advantage of new adventures. I didn't like it, but he turned out to be right, so I will always give him credit for knowing when it was time to let go.

I think what I liked about this guy most was that he had a very strong faith. And while I didn't share it, I could both respect and understand it. It wasn't something he ever talked about much; he just lived it - you could see it lighting him up from the inside, informing his actions. Maybe that's why I liked the band he liked so much. I heard, behind the surface, the same things I could see in him.

I would like to see and hear those things again someday. But, I figure, if I concentrate on caritas, amor will sort itself out.

This little trip down memory lane brought to you by obscure Christian rock bands.

*g*

Reading: Woman Who Glows in the Dark, Elena Avila.

Drinking: The last of the Midnight Sun.

Fangirling: My job. Hearts! It was so good to get back in there and immerse myself in the business of information. Now I just have to make sure I don't use my natural affinity and affection for library science as a shield to keep people away from me.

*ponders*

Oh, and the cats give their love. Smoky's decided that I must be guarded and nuzzled at every moment, lest I collapse for lack of fuzzy, and Lucky has appropriated my new scarf as the perfect chew toy. It is so easy to love cats. Would that people were so effortlessly endearing. There's the test, I suppose.

From kaiten_koneko, an eyebrow-raising bookstore business model. You know what? It's laughable how people try to create these safe enclaves where things that won't offend them can't creep in. Take a look around, people: life is fucking offensive. If you can look at our planet and NOT be offended by something you see, you're not really looking. If half of the efforts folks put into sanitization and protection went into genuine affection and worldbuilding, well...I'd have nothing to rant about. But that's not the point!

*headdesk*

Everyone on the planet's scooped me, but I would be remiss if I did not mention this.

*removes thinking cap, curtsies*

You know how I spent my twenties? Sitting around a table with a bunch of guy pals and a bag of dice. I once swapped a dorm fridge for $20.00 and a bag of dice, and thought the dice were the better end of the bargain. And even though I was a touch more fond of LARP and collectible card games (you don't want to know what's up in my parents' attic, I assure you), many a pleasant hour was burned in a dungeon. And my times were just a blip in the endless ocean of people who had the same kind. So, here's to genius that doesn't really die, just changes form.

*toasts*

Once more into the breach. Be safe and well, mes chers.

That is reminiscently all.