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February 04, 2007
It's Been A While
I didn't mean for the posts to get so scanty, but the truth of the matter is that I do not lead a lifestyle that is the stuff of ledgends. For that, I would have to get out much, much more than I do. School has been quite time consuming of late, and none of the particulars are of much interest to anyone. The sole exception I can think of is perhaps the trials and tribulations of realizing that being one of the sole outspoken atheists in class does not make me such a rare oddity that people are chomping at the bit to hear MY personal ideas about the common vision of god and the popular means of expressing faith in him. I have discovered (and then felt very silly for not realizing it all along) that most people wish I would just shut up most of the time, because they just want to take notes and have a certain kind of discussion in class. In some classes, me being the irritating wretch who wants to know more than what's in the lecture notes bumps people along to a better place. In this particular class, the professor has so skillfully and carefully designed his means and methods of carrying us along to where he has decided we will be at th end of the semester that it's really very arrogant of me to assume my viewpoint would help anyone. After my pride has taken a nasty beating, I've come out the better for it and realized I'm not the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Also part of the radio static on this blog is due to the fact that I rarely am very socially adventurous without the BF to help get me out the door and into other people's apartments or other such venues of social congregation. I've made a few exceptions to this general rule lately and have gone out several times with friends from school who will soon be graduating. The most interesting of these ocassions is what I've been describing as "The Modern Girl's Tupperware Party," aka Slumber Parties. Of course, as the link will inform you, these parties are for women 18 and older only, no men allowed. So while I was trying out pheremone-packed oils and tingling raspberry flavored cremes on my forearm and my hostesses were lavishing everyone with cakes shaped by the penis cupcake pans they got at the last Slumber Party they went to, the BF was patiently taking himself to the movies and hanging out at the mall. He's a good sport, and was rewarded when we attended a co-ed party of a more conventional sort later that evening that I was not entirely enthused about. I ended up having a very good time, but my first inclination was to stay under a blaknet and watch Planet of the Apes (which was showing on the History channel...why?). As I mentioned before, the BF is good at interupting my blanket and history channel inclinations and we ended up hanging out with some new friends.
On a side note, one of the things I love about Chattanooga is the amount of historic preservation at work. There was an amazing downtown apartment building we popped into that did a stint as an orphanage and a tuburculosis hospital. The old metal food slots with sliding doors, although sealed shut, are still in the hallway walls, and the building has that lovely thick rounded plaster that went the way of the architectural dinosaur a long time ago.
| By Spike | 11:08 AM