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Not much to update at present, just wanted to get that unfortunate bit of my life behind me. I never would have guessed, over the years I've known her, that she'd do such things, but so it goes ("She dun what'n she should'uh'na dun," as folks say around these parts). Moving on now.
Working on my reapplication to UNC-Chapel Hill. Most of the blanks are filled out, just retooling my essays to reflect my pure awesomeness and appropriateness for their program.
Several readers were interested in the "flesh-eating disease" powerpoint I did a few months ago for a Microbiology class. I wanted to turn it into a movie or something, but my mad skillz are sad skillz when it comes to that sort of thing. But hell, if anyone is in the mood for a few disgusting -- and informative! -- laughs, I'd be happy to email it.
Off to write. Ciao,
-TTm
Working on my reapplication to UNC-Chapel Hill. Most of the blanks are filled out, just retooling my essays to reflect my pure awesomeness and appropriateness for their program.
Several readers were interested in the "flesh-eating disease" powerpoint I did a few months ago for a Microbiology class. I wanted to turn it into a movie or something, but my mad skillz are sad skillz when it comes to that sort of thing. But hell, if anyone is in the mood for a few disgusting -- and informative! -- laughs, I'd be happy to email it.
Off to write. Ciao,
-TTm
I had a much different update in mind, and have been thoroughly lazy in writing it.
But then she called an end to it.
Couldn't feel comfortable, her mind still preoccupied with her last, lengthy, relationship.
She really was it though. Best ever. The One and all that.
Damn.
EDIT 7/11: We talked, and I kinda agree with her perspective. She wasn't ready for a new relationship, and while she tried to cover it up, it ate at her. We're still emailing; maybe in the end something positive will come of all this.
Which is not to say it does not suck.
-TTm
But then she called an end to it.
Couldn't feel comfortable, her mind still preoccupied with her last, lengthy, relationship.
She really was it though. Best ever. The One and all that.
Damn.
EDIT 7/11: We talked, and I kinda agree with her perspective. She wasn't ready for a new relationship, and while she tried to cover it up, it ate at her. We're still emailing; maybe in the end something positive will come of all this.
Which is not to say it does not suck.
-TTm
So, UNC-Chapel Hill can kiss my ass.
I assume they rejected my app due to my taking a trio of prereq's this semester. And, maybe, because a couple other prereqs are really, really old. Goddamn, I hope they don't make me retake statistics. It's not difficult, but would rather focus on other courses.
Semester is almost done. Still kicking ass in everything. I did the greatest powerpoint ever, on Necrotizing Fasciitis (aka "flesh-eating disease"). The girlfriend helped put it together, complete with muppets and animations, and I supplied some of the most disgusting pictures ever presented. Run Google Images on NF to see what I mean. One of my study partners had to force herself to finish it. I win.
In reward for her capable assistance, I sent the g/f a couple plushie germs, for which she was most grateful. She rules my world, I tell ya.
Not much else going on. Gaming, writing a bit of fiction, Raleigh International Beerfest is this coming Saturday, which promises to be drunken funtimes.
RANDOM QUESTION: Astronomers discover a new comet and decide you get to name it. What shall our new comet be called?
-TTm
I assume they rejected my app due to my taking a trio of prereq's this semester. And, maybe, because a couple other prereqs are really, really old. Goddamn, I hope they don't make me retake statistics. It's not difficult, but would rather focus on other courses.
Semester is almost done. Still kicking ass in everything. I did the greatest powerpoint ever, on Necrotizing Fasciitis (aka "flesh-eating disease"). The girlfriend helped put it together, complete with muppets and animations, and I supplied some of the most disgusting pictures ever presented. Run Google Images on NF to see what I mean. One of my study partners had to force herself to finish it. I win.
In reward for her capable assistance, I sent the g/f a couple plushie germs, for which she was most grateful. She rules my world, I tell ya.
Not much else going on. Gaming, writing a bit of fiction, Raleigh International Beerfest is this coming Saturday, which promises to be drunken funtimes.
RANDOM QUESTION: Astronomers discover a new comet and decide you get to name it. What shall our new comet be called?
-TTm
Everything Changes
In an act of true impulsiveness, the girl from my previous entry flew up last Monday and left today. We've known each other quite a few years and have gotten very close the last several months, yet it still amazed me just how well we clicked. No one has fit so perfectly against me at night, nor engendered such a feeling of closeness by day. Needless to say, that drive to and from the airport today sucked.
I call her the ebola of my life because she's liquefied my heart, and she loves it.
She and I are both breaking our own rules doing this, but our connection is amazingly solid. She finishes school in September (video game art and design -- very cool) and will look for work up here, perhaps with Red Storm if she's lucky. I'll hopefully be in school and have 10 months left til my RN, if I get into UNC-Chapel Hill, which I'll find out within the next couple weeks. We'll move in together up here, or I'll follow her when I'm done. Whatever.
We have a Plan, and that's all there is to it. I can feel my brain chemistry changing, and it is awesome. Here she is...
In an act of true impulsiveness, the girl from my previous entry flew up last Monday and left today. We've known each other quite a few years and have gotten very close the last several months, yet it still amazed me just how well we clicked. No one has fit so perfectly against me at night, nor engendered such a feeling of closeness by day. Needless to say, that drive to and from the airport today sucked.
I call her the ebola of my life because she's liquefied my heart, and she loves it.
She and I are both breaking our own rules doing this, but our connection is amazingly solid. She finishes school in September (video game art and design -- very cool) and will look for work up here, perhaps with Red Storm if she's lucky. I'll hopefully be in school and have 10 months left til my RN, if I get into UNC-Chapel Hill, which I'll find out within the next couple weeks. We'll move in together up here, or I'll follow her when I'm done. Whatever.
We have a Plan, and that's all there is to it. I can feel my brain chemistry changing, and it is awesome. Here she is...
-TTm
This Issue: Kicking Ass and Breaking Rules
In my continuing effort to keep Ash mollified, here's the seasonal update.
Midterms kept my noggin in the books for a solid week, during which I lived on little more than PBJ's and caffeine. Brings back memories of my first trip through college, only without downing a 6-pack of craptastic beer every night. The investment paid off though: aced all three exams. This is the "kicking ass" part of the post. My apologies to those who expected tossed viscera and Freddyesque bloodletting.
So, I have a few rules when it comes to seeing someone. No one under 25 is the first, since ladies of that age tend to be far from settled in life, and, really, no one of that age has a clue as far as their lives go. And, really, at this point under 30 is chancy. Second, nothing long distance. I've done it before, and it just plain sucks. Hell with it.
Clearly, you can see where this is going.
She and I met online, in EverQuest, 7 or 8 years ago. She being mid-teens and me being, er, 30ish, there was nothing there, of course. We became friends and stayed friends off and on as the years rolled by. We first met at DragonCon 1.5 years ago, and again last year, and still relationshipping never occurred to us, in large part because she had a b/f at the time (who, amusingly enough, also lives in NC -- she's in FL).
Those two parted ways, and she and I started talking...a lot. Turns out we have quite alot in common, from music and gaming to fetishistic inclinations. Given the rules above, I was in NO WAY inclined to pursue romantic entanglements, despite my brother's hilarious suggestion that I should "woo" her (my brother is a long-haired heavy metal loving muscle car mechanic -- picture that talking about wooing like he's Cyrano de Bergerac).
Then she claimed me and I was undone.
I'm not sure we'll see each other before the con this year. She's finishing school (art and video game design), and I may be heading into a nursing program for 14 intense months. But hell, no one in the area is of interest or available*, and through contacts I might net her a job up this way. Hell with it, life is short, take a chance right?
We'll see how this goes.
-TTm
*Obvious exceptions such as Flux, Emi, and Al, but it's not like I have them on speed-dial.
In my continuing effort to keep Ash mollified, here's the seasonal update.
Midterms kept my noggin in the books for a solid week, during which I lived on little more than PBJ's and caffeine. Brings back memories of my first trip through college, only without downing a 6-pack of craptastic beer every night. The investment paid off though: aced all three exams. This is the "kicking ass" part of the post. My apologies to those who expected tossed viscera and Freddyesque bloodletting.
So, I have a few rules when it comes to seeing someone. No one under 25 is the first, since ladies of that age tend to be far from settled in life, and, really, no one of that age has a clue as far as their lives go. And, really, at this point under 30 is chancy. Second, nothing long distance. I've done it before, and it just plain sucks. Hell with it.
Clearly, you can see where this is going.
She and I met online, in EverQuest, 7 or 8 years ago. She being mid-teens and me being, er, 30ish, there was nothing there, of course. We became friends and stayed friends off and on as the years rolled by. We first met at DragonCon 1.5 years ago, and again last year, and still relationshipping never occurred to us, in large part because she had a b/f at the time (who, amusingly enough, also lives in NC -- she's in FL).
Those two parted ways, and she and I started talking...a lot. Turns out we have quite alot in common, from music and gaming to fetishistic inclinations. Given the rules above, I was in NO WAY inclined to pursue romantic entanglements, despite my brother's hilarious suggestion that I should "woo" her (my brother is a long-haired heavy metal loving muscle car mechanic -- picture that talking about wooing like he's Cyrano de Bergerac).
Then she claimed me and I was undone.
I'm not sure we'll see each other before the con this year. She's finishing school (art and video game design), and I may be heading into a nursing program for 14 intense months. But hell, no one in the area is of interest or available*, and through contacts I might net her a job up this way. Hell with it, life is short, take a chance right?
We'll see how this goes.
-TTm
*Obvious exceptions such as Flux, Emi, and Al, but it's not like I have them on speed-dial.
Updating at last. Just for you, Ash
New Years
Good times, though other guests' kids were high speed, non-stop noise machines until the ball dropped. Consequently, I spent most of my time with a few others in the designated quiet room, enjoying wine, champagne, and whatever else they poured into my glass.
Me on arrival
Couple other pics under the Spoiler; the rest in the new Pics folder.
New Years
Good times, though other guests' kids were high speed, non-stop noise machines until the ball dropped. Consequently, I spent most of my time with a few others in the designated quiet room, enjoying wine, champagne, and whatever else they poured into my glass.
Me on arrival
Couple other pics under the Spoiler; the rest in the new Pics folder.
School
My three instructors are all younger than I am. This just shouldn't be.
Dr. Matera I've had before. I'm taking hybrid Microbiology with her, meaning the lecture is all online powerpoints. Oddly, reading online powerpoints is just like going to her actual lectures. Lab meets twice a week, which really blows. Dr. Gretel Guest (what a great name) will be good. Stern as she has to be, but otherwise friendly and not overbearing. Ms. (Dr?) Thurmond kinda reminds me of Rudy Giuliani -- same mad, crazy eyes. She has a smile that says, "I really enjoy tossing students into the meatgrinder." She and Gretel are kinda hot...
The schedule sucks, given that I also work. Thursdays will be the worse: work from 8:30 til 2:30, off to school and home around 10:30. No class Friday, at least. Not enough hours in the day.
My dreams are vivid as hell right now and all over the place thematically. Sci-fi, school, women, sci-fi women at school... This morning I spat as part of my dream and woke up, actually spitting. Washing the bedding as I type.
No mas.
I kick scholastic ass.
The semester is done, with A's all around, and at the end of spring I'll have all my prereqs done for getting into most medical type operations that I'm interested in, with RN my current most likely goal. UNC Chapel Hill is my first choice, but it's a competitive process, so I'll be applying to other schools in the area. The semester went by quickly, but these days the years really race by. Price of getting old, really.
The romantic front has nothing new. Current crush object is firmly ensconced in friend status, and there are no interesting persons about to even consider right now. Maybe next semester...
Christmas plans? None, really. The parents are in two states out west with their spouses, my Damn Fool of a brother is still in Alaska, and local friends will be busy with their families. But this is why I have books, TiVo, Netflix, a computer and sundry other means of entertainment. It's not up to snogging lovelies, but it'll do, eh? Party at New Years, at least, and that will be a good time.
Got a champagne you like? Let me know! I usually enjoy Pierre Moncuit and Diebolt-Vallois Fleur de Passion, but am always open to a new brand of bubbly. Cheers,
-TTm
The semester is done, with A's all around, and at the end of spring I'll have all my prereqs done for getting into most medical type operations that I'm interested in, with RN my current most likely goal. UNC Chapel Hill is my first choice, but it's a competitive process, so I'll be applying to other schools in the area. The semester went by quickly, but these days the years really race by. Price of getting old, really.
The romantic front has nothing new. Current crush object is firmly ensconced in friend status, and there are no interesting persons about to even consider right now. Maybe next semester...
Christmas plans? None, really. The parents are in two states out west with their spouses, my Damn Fool of a brother is still in Alaska, and local friends will be busy with their families. But this is why I have books, TiVo, Netflix, a computer and sundry other means of entertainment. It's not up to snogging lovelies, but it'll do, eh? Party at New Years, at least, and that will be a good time.
Got a champagne you like? Let me know! I usually enjoy Pierre Moncuit and Diebolt-Vallois Fleur de Passion, but am always open to a new brand of bubbly. Cheers,
-TTm
So, the Thanksgiving was good. Her family and her mother's boyfriend and his family and sundry guests -- all very nice. The food was fantastic: all the staples, including excellent things done to sweet potatoes and Austrian wine (not bad, too much merlot in the blend).
Tonight we went out to dinner at the very tasty Taverna Agora (Greek, in case you don't recognize the name). Conversation was pleasing, if light. I didn't get to find out what had been bothering her the last week, but that's probably for the best. A nosy thing to ask, and we were having a good time.
She's interested in going out again, but doesn't strike me as interested in much more. Hard to read, though, so who knows? Damn inscrutable women!
Been dreaming again. College, confusion, and travel being the most common themes. She was in there, too, dancing with some other bloke in a bizarre but showy manner. Positively infuriating, even in dreamland.
School goes well. It'd be a case of epic fail not to ace both courses. Life ain't bad -- just needs some minor adjustments. Ciao,
-TTm
Tonight we went out to dinner at the very tasty Taverna Agora (Greek, in case you don't recognize the name). Conversation was pleasing, if light. I didn't get to find out what had been bothering her the last week, but that's probably for the best. A nosy thing to ask, and we were having a good time.
She's interested in going out again, but doesn't strike me as interested in much more. Hard to read, though, so who knows? Damn inscrutable women!
Been dreaming again. College, confusion, and travel being the most common themes. She was in there, too, dancing with some other bloke in a bizarre but showy manner. Positively infuriating, even in dreamland.
School goes well. It'd be a case of epic fail not to ace both courses. Life ain't bad -- just needs some minor adjustments. Ciao,
-TTm
So, it's after class, and I'm trying to decide on the best tact to ask her to lunch. I had considered every possible way this could work out, from brutal rejection to heartfelt acceptance and everything in between. Everything, of course, but what actually happened.
"So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" she asked. "PBJ and soup most likely," which was a true enough answer. "Oh, want to come to my mom's house and have it with us?" I stammered out an assent, then, "Speaking of Thanksgiving, I'm famished, how about lunch?"
And so we had lunch at a little Mediterranean joint she selected, and it was good. She's cute in an unusual way (even for here, but nothing like an SG), bright, and probably the sweetest person I've ever met without being saccharine or spineless. On the downside, she's young. Not as young as she looks, but almost certainly below my usual floor (which is 25). While people guess young with me, I'm clearly in my 30s.
So, here's the pressing question: Did she invite me for TG with her family because she likes me or because she took pity on my PBJ eating self? Because she's a sweet girl, the sort of girl who would invite a friendly classmate to dinner so that he wouldn't eat alone on TG.
I'm too old for these guessing games, heh, but damn, she's unusually appealing to me. We'll just wait and see what happens...
-TTm
"So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" she asked. "PBJ and soup most likely," which was a true enough answer. "Oh, want to come to my mom's house and have it with us?" I stammered out an assent, then, "Speaking of Thanksgiving, I'm famished, how about lunch?"
And so we had lunch at a little Mediterranean joint she selected, and it was good. She's cute in an unusual way (even for here, but nothing like an SG), bright, and probably the sweetest person I've ever met without being saccharine or spineless. On the downside, she's young. Not as young as she looks, but almost certainly below my usual floor (which is 25). While people guess young with me, I'm clearly in my 30s.
So, here's the pressing question: Did she invite me for TG with her family because she likes me or because she took pity on my PBJ eating self? Because she's a sweet girl, the sort of girl who would invite a friendly classmate to dinner so that he wouldn't eat alone on TG.
I'm too old for these guessing games, heh, but damn, she's unusually appealing to me. We'll just wait and see what happens...
-TTm
Bout time I updated this thing. Not much to add, really, except that Hallowe'en is enroute, and that makes for a happy Ticktockman. Taking tomorrow afternoon off after classes and enjoying the day with a bottle of wine, a bag of popcorn, and some horror fun. Slither and Ichi the Killer will be on the menu, methinks. Now accepting applications for Hallowe'en movie viewing partner. You have 20 hours.
School goes well. All A's thus far, though the last Anatomy exam came close to unacceptable territory gradewise. November 1st I start shopping for scholarships, loans and applying to schools, with UNC Chapel Hill my prime target.
And now it's workout time, because I will hit my goal by year's end. Cheers,
-TTm
School goes well. All A's thus far, though the last Anatomy exam came close to unacceptable territory gradewise. November 1st I start shopping for scholarships, loans and applying to schools, with UNC Chapel Hill my prime target.
And now it's workout time, because I will hit my goal by year's end. Cheers,
-TTm
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