Haven't I been good to you? What about that brand new ring?

It's so tempting to write and gush about this evening in this little empty box, to fill it with text describing every detail of one of the top 10 most fun nights of my life, but I'm probably just high on caffeine, nicotine, and exhaustion. Which is not to say that tomorrow I won't still be happy or even prone to going on longer than I should, but at least it will probably be more coherent.

Karaoke dreams can come true you know.

And while I often get unimaginable joy from living with my beloved, I must also say it's wonderful have a glorious evening out with beautiful amazing people, then come home and sleep alone. Er, with only Sophie. Breaks in routines should happen routinely.

Till now I've always got by on my own.

I've been awake since approximately 9:30 am and I tried to take a mid-morning nap but was woken up by thumping and loud music of the upstairs neighbors. I'm not sure what to do about this. I know I should just walk upstairs and knock on the door and say "hey, can you keep it down please? thanks a bunch" but whenever it happens I'm always half-dressed or un-dressed and cuddled up in bed not wanting to move or I'm awoken suddenly like today in a full-on rage that wouldn't be very becoming or neighborly. By the time I calm down, the noise has stopped or I don't care.

The various and thumping and rolling around that goes on during the course of a day or evening doesn't really disturb me -- it's the heavy-footed running down the stairs that happens right by our head while lying in bed. Maybe I should steal a sign from the school across the street that says "no running in the halls".

But I'm just ranting here in my journal because now everything is quiet and I'll do something sensible about it later, right now I just need to get some anger and aggression out that doesn't invole beating the walls with a rubber mallet. Taking a hot shower and shaving helped.

I'm leaving the house soon to run errands and get work done elsewhere. I was feeling a bit frustrated and down on myself in a writerly sense after getting an e-mail from my mentor. Luckily I made myself re-read it half an hour later and forced myself to not insert tone that doesn't exist. It's amazing what filters we have that translate statements into either different meanings or just infuse them with emotions that weren't intended. And sure enough, I re-read her critique and it wasn't even that bad, ego-wise.

In between all this, I keep replaying events from last night and I get a big silly grin on my face. To those who missed it for various reasons, I hope it will happen again in the not-too-distant future. I still might write a long narrative of the evening, but for now I'm saving my words for my fiction.

Extension, Shift, Collection.

As if I don't prance around the apartment like a fag enough, tonight I'm practicing my tango step. I just got back from our first lesson and we decided we're not doing anymore of that partner switching. We came to learn to dance with each other. Plus it might be our only hour a week to see each other for awhile. There's also a horrifyingly embarassing straight white guy, in that way that only straight white guys seem to be when they're that stuck in the place of too little confidence and self-esteem but too much belief that they are funny and have social skills.

But let's not focus on the negative. The class was great. Our instructors are both hot --she more than he. Well, actually I'd say based on sheer physical attractiveness, I'd take him, but when their personalities and style are brought in, she wins hands down. They look amazing when they dance together. I like their method of teaching, which focuses more on the energy and philosophy in addition to how to point your toe. Hopefully each week will only get better.

I really came to my journal to ( write about last night's adventures in karaoke )

I don't really remember today, other than some intense depression brought on by sleep deprivation and coming down from last night's high of adventure. I pushed myself to get schoolwork done anyway, which made me a complete wreck. But after a couple of short naps, a bath, some food, some playing of The Sims, and the excitement of tango class, I was back to being me again. And still am. Now I'm just wanting to wait up until dommeyourass gets home from rehearsal so I can see her a for a few minutes before falling asleep.