It’s early early on this wednesday(1:10am), and I’m getting ready for the sleepy time. Washing my hands in the dorm bathroom sink, I suddenly
realize I am watching myself in the mirror. Suddenly, a few thoughts darted through my overtired brain.

Wow, my eyes are blue tonight


Do I seem thinner?



I don’t think I’ve looked up in over a week.

And now, I find myself looking up. A lot of that is due to the fact that I have been working through meals to get caught up.


Monday, the stress about killed me, I found myself sobbing over lunch, consuming all the chocolate they offered in the Pioneer lunch line. (2 choc milks, half a brownie, and all the choc chunks from the big cookies they sell), and none of it helped, I wandered through monday feeling as if I was trapped in that quiet place you are supposed to go to when you need to relax.

And then…five o clock hit. Suddenly I became organized, motivated, and actually accomplished several things! Finally!


Working in analog, I picked up a pencil and wrote out three assignments for my Leadership and Management course, the stress lifting in increments at every stroke of the pencil. I found it helped too not to be sitting directly
in front of a computer, I didn’t get distracted as easily. I got back late monday night, tired but happy, and woke early on tuesday.


Tuesday went well too! I got out of my room, didn’t just sit around, and while I again missed breakfast, I was able to motivate myself all the way across campus to the library, to do some real research for my speech in a couple
weeks. This whole getting stuff done is really appealing to me. I found that even though I didn’t want to be in the library, my feet kept taking me from place to place to get what I needed, (I have not clue why my feet are motivated, they are usually pretty compliant to _my_ wishes). Anyway, I was able to hand in three
speech assigns today also. Believe me, this is important, this is work that is weeks overdue, and accomplishing that really really really made me feel better.



Yeah, things are looking up, I was able to drag Heidi
out to the labs where we talked and worked on Digitalmuses.com stuff. We got and email from internic saying that our domain should soon be pointing where it is supposed to, thank goodness. I was also able to get a great deal of work done on our redesign!


You can take a peek here. But be warned, the first page is a screen capture, and big! when clicked it goes to our working on it frameset(It just got too late to finish).


Also on monday, I worked on a photoshop assignment that was a lot of fun to do, I had to mesh two photos of jon(on the right) to get the right pose outta him. And I dropped the background in also…



Wow, I wrote more than I though I would tonight(this morning?), I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I’m happy. I’m gonna get lots more done tommorrow, and go to Aikido for the first time in a long while.



I’m glad that I am finally looking up, it makes it easier to see what’s coming at me!


Dream well

Stacie

Let me tell you about the incredible weekend I had.


I witnessed the wedding of Chris Wolfe and his Bride Susan-Marie.


Boy was a Groomsman.
Let me pause in this tale to relate to all of you out there that there are few things that look better than a handsome man in a tuxedo. The long coat, the pants, the vest and the bow-tie are the equation that adds up to an incredibly sexy Boy. Take my breath away immediately!


Well, as I was saying I witnessed Chris’s wedding, which will go down in the books as the shortest wedding on earth. A neat point though, the bride wasn’t given away, because as the priest intoned “Women are not to be bought or sold, or traded like cattle or goods.”



And then! The Reception.

Oh my goodness, I haven’t had such a great time in
such a long time!


Boy gave an excellent toast to the new couple,(The best one, really), and was the epitome of a groomsman/party guest. Supportive and attentive
with the wedding party, funny and helpful in the reception rituals. He has a charisma, that everyone loves, but he doesn’t understand.

I was all decked out in my red dress(very red, with subtle roses in the fabric). I felt like a glamourgirl wear, the industrial makeup my mother gave me for Christmas. It’s very cheap chinese makeup, prolly made without a lot of the checks we have in this country and tested on llamas or something. But the kit, which is encased in
a metal box had the perfect red lipstick to match my dress. To top off this ensemb, Boy purchased a corsage made of a single rose bloom and some pretty white flowers.


The verdict was positive I looked hot. The dress was light enough material for dancing, and it swirled around my legs as I danced. My feet wore simple flats to avoid the sore feet that wearing heels would give me.


I love dancing, I love dancing, I love dancing.


But you know what, Dancing is even better with a partner you love, with Boy

–With Boy in a Tux.

There is something magical about dancing in his arms, close
enough to feel his breath on my cheek, to place my head on his shoulder, or my arms around his neck.
I don’t have a word to describe it.


We danced to fast and slow songs, and danced with
Jennifer(who’s sweet fiancee wouldn’t dance with us or her). Near the end of the night
we were able to get most everyone at our table out on the dance floor.


That was completely insane, Jennifer, Boy, and I basically danced in place while the rest of the guys raced around us in big dancing
steps. It was almost like they were playing duck duck goose while being chased by the horsemen of the apocolypse.

At that point in the night everything seemed so unreal. The smoke, the lights, music loud and wild and Boy’s friends whirling about us while we twirled and laughed. Unreal, but amazing. It’s the most energetic I’ve ever seen some of his friends.


I’m sure Boy and I danced the most of all the couples, including the couple of the hour.
We are now forever immortalized on their wedding reception video tapes.
Specifically, I made sure to pull Boy out on the dance floor for
‘Footloose‘(one of my favorite cd’s) and he made sure I danced with him
to ‘Nothing Else Matters.’
(In his arms he sang to me, a song and a tux, *swoon*)


In between sets of music, fast and slow, we sat around a table ofBoy’s best and oldest friends.

Laughing and talking with them all, I got to see how his friends viewed Boy, and me. Very Interesting. It was nice to hear that they realize that we are in love, that Boy loves me. It was nice to see that they can SEE what we feel for each other.

By the end of the night, some of his friends were calling me ‘family’, one of them was trying to get Boy to propose, and another one had decided that he was going to take me away from Boy, because I was so cool(and that I thought that The original Star Trek series was the best).


I felt like the Prom Queen, I felt like I fit in.


It was simply bliss.