Life Improves

Life seems to be fairly happy with me right now. I am pleased by this, actually.

Weeks ago, I screwed up a chance to ask out a moderately attractive theatre girl. She's spunky and energetic, and just generally fun to be around. But apparently she does not like to hear my beliefs that "all women simply intend to hurt men." *shrug* Life goes on...

...and on, straight into another splendid week (see "Sweet Simplicity"). It is a short week, thanks to some various bank holiday that I don't keep track of. So, therefore, school began on a Tuesday.
I have fairly mundane classes on Tuesday/Thursday, but I end the day with Theatre Appreciation, where I chose the applied option track to actively get my hands involved in the production. I go into the theatre class today and notice that my day became much more, uh, joyful seems to fit the description. Why? you ask. There is a young lady in the theatre that is not very involved (not the one mentioned above), but is enough so that people know her name; plus, she is in my theatre class. So, we work in the theatre shop (remember, this is the applied option, we actually do something during class time), go to a mandatory meeting after, and she, I, and a handful of other students walk over to the game room. The young lady and I play a couple games of pool (she won 2/3) and then I took her to dinner on campus.

[This is where life turns interesting. *The following story leaves out "minor" details.]

After dinner, we get to talking, and decide that then would be the perfect time to go fix a tattoo of hers. Neither of us having cars, we do the next best thing: we walk to this "tattoo-man" 's house. So, we chill there with the tattoo guy and some other random people for a couple hours, and some chick drives up in a car. She, apparently, is good friends with the rest of them, which must have been how the theatre girl and I caught a ride practically all over town. We eventually run across some other random guys at a gas station when we stop to buy more cigarettes. The guys invite the girls in the car to some party at their house. After some more time randomly driving around town, the group in the car decide to go to the party, where we just generally "chill" for a couple hours. Then, we start dropping people off at their homes, because it is now about 0330 hours (and the theatre girl and I have spent about 12 hours together now). When it is time to leave the theatre girl, she and I get out of the car. Being close to the college's campus, I decide to start walking. She persuades me to get back into the car and let her friends drop me off at my dorm. Before I get in, however, I make a comment about how she's being "difficult" (jokingly, of course), and she initiates a hug. As we slowly pull apart, she leans back in to peck me on the cheek. Then I get into the car, and she goes inside the house.

I see that the past twelve hours have been good to me, indeed, with that last minute and a half being incredibly worthwhile.

Sweet Simplicity

I woke up today.

Today is a good day.