Who’s Worth It?

Ok, so I can not, will not, say that everythings peachy and I’m just fine. It’s not. I still have that “unattached” feeling, but in someways I’m accepting it now. I’ve fallen out of wanting a boyfriend… and kinda just want the freedom to be with people, or be alone.  A best friend would be nice though.

But I am feeling rather good right now. The problems are still there, none of that’s solved suddenly. But I have new things to be proud of which is insanely good. Hell, I read a few blogs and I’m insanely happy for those people too.

Matthew, cheers to you for your writing! I have to say it because, hell, you know me =]. I love so much of what you write and you DO have such an ability for it. Your breakthrough encourages my own writings, and knowing you’re excited about it excites me as well. I hope for you the BEST in your works. Write it, forget it, find it, edit it.

And Fraga, our words just bounce back and fourth, that line… “The people who are worth it, won’t care. And the people do care, arn’t worth it.” I heard it somewhere else and it’s reoccerance is very encouraging to me. Hold on out girl, you’re worth it.

As for me? I had my first ASL class yesterday and I loved it. No talking the entire time, which I loved. I was giggling all through it watching the overexpressive teacher teach us all about basic signs for numbers and emotions. Having Gab[e] in the class is a huge thing too, I loved helping him out with the signs I already knew (which was over half of them). I just hope he doesn’t drop out of it because of events he wants to ditch class for.

I have to go to a deaf event too as part of the class.. the website “deafcoffie.com” has a bunch listed, and I’ll be going to a couple of them if anyone wants to join!

I also just sent in another article to the Tracy Press… perhaps FINALLY one that’s not too risque for them to publish.  I’m excited about actually getting the idea driving home, and actually sticking to writing it out as soon as I got here. A big accomplishment in my long list of procrastinated ideas.

I’m working on the sixth chapter of a story I’ve written, and I’m exctatic about that too. I’m trying something unique with this. I’m going to have two chapter 6’s to be read parallel to each other. Each is going to be from a different characters POV, and set up in such a way so that when read side by side, the actions and thoughts of one character occers at the right times alligned with the other character. So you can see what each is thinking at the same particular moment in the story as they interact. I love this concept, and am extremely excited to begin working on it.

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This morning the final dream I had before I woke was also encouraging.

I entered a class late, in it were students I couldn’t see, but knew were there. Two old high school teachers were there too. Mr. Gordon, my business teacher, and an english teacher of mine… I think Ms. Rotondi, though I never really saw her face.

Mr Gordon looks at me and says “so you really are a writer,” and it makes me feel good, but I don’t know why he says it. I sit down in front of the class who’s presence is the only thing I really feel. And see that a projector is set up at the front of the classroom. It’s showing works that look familiar. Then I realize, it’s showing concepts that I had written to my teacher about in a letter. I never wrote the letter in reality, and don’t know what the concepts are, but I knew when I looked at the screen in my dream-self’s mind that I had written the stuff they were presenting. Mr. Gordon looks at me again, and says something about how I was able to compare to Cai (who, in reality, is our class validictorian, and was my best friend in 5th grade). I feel this swelling of pride as I watch, and then I wake up.

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So I’m feeling good, and I think I’ll get on my ASL HW =], homework I’m not cringing to do for once, and then read a bit of “Wolves of Calla” (which I finally got) after that. Good Day.

-Daniel