Bacontern

Life is good, people! School is done! I enjoyed writing the rest of my paper, and I'm pleased with the work and with the grade I received in the class. Yay! Tutoring, as we know, is finished for the summer. Graduation went very well. I bought a new dress for the event last Thursday, and even though I wasn't sure about it at first, everyone liked it which made me so happy. Plus, I got to wear my fun red shoes with it. Only one person called me Dorothy, but I don't care. I love those dang shoes. I even did a little "I Love My Shoes!" jig at the reception. There were quite a few I've worked closely with over the years graduating, and while I'm so excited for everything that's in store for them, it's always a little sad saying goodbye. I'm glad for the closure, but I get a little bit emotional about it.

Everything is done, and now I can have the rest and calm I've been craving, but...I'm finding the transition to winding down a bit bumpy. I'm a tad out of sorts. Part of it is being tired, I think. Last week was nuts. I didn't get much sleep and, with Mols and Trav here over the weekend, we kept busy. Trav wakes up early and comes into my room to stare at me with his big eyes. The past couple of days I've been low energy and kind of out of it, so I'm trying to be good to self so I can just get over this phase and start enjoying myself, dammit! I took a nice hot bath last night and got a decent night of sleep, which is a start. Keep. On. Trying. I've just had to come to terms with the fact that I'm a weird person.

I had a bunch of fun with Mols and Trav. After graduation on Saturday, we went back to my work to visit the Pleo. Trav liked, although he seemed a bit unsure and afraid to pick it up. Still, on Sunday he told me he wanted to go visit the dinosaur. After dinner, Trav and I went for a long walk around the neighborhood, and he performed a couple of songs for me on a circle of concrete that he called a "stage" in front of restaurant. This meant that not only did I get to enjoy his numbers, but so did everyone who was eating dinner outside. It was great. We had a lot of fun playing all sorts of pretend games along the way. My personal favorite was when he laid down on the sidewalk telling me he was dead. Saturday night, Mols and I watched the first two discs of season four of Weeds. Disc three should be arriving from Netflix tomorrow, and I can't wait! I love this show, man. It's so freakin good. There are so many fabulous one-liners and outlandishly perfect plots. Sunday morning, Trav and I went for a walk on the beach at Golden Gardens (I'll post a few pics at the end here, so you can view them or not. I've been picture happy on the blog lately). We chucked rocks in the water and watched people play volleyball. In the afternoon, the three of us walked around the Fremont market eating kettle corn.

Trav is still into Charlie the Unicorn. At the end, he thinks the deal is that they took Charlie's candy, which is better for everyone. When the three of us are hanging out, he likes to assign us all a role. I'm the pink guy. You're the blue guy. Mommy is Charlie.

I've also started looking into some of my summer stuff. I have book and teacher recommendations for Reiki, and I'm hoping to sign up soon for a class. I'm working on getting my hands on all the "fun" autism books I want to read. By fun I mean that I finally have time to read the books that simply interest me and aren't required for school. I very much want to go to shows this summer. Bumbershoot is looking promising. I'm really needing to see a Nada Surf show now, but the myspace says they are "on break." How can anyone be on a break from Seattle?!?! Hmph.

I want to go to the movies! I want to read good stuff! I want to soak up the sun! I want to hike! I want to go to the Market! I want to practice meditation! I want to spruce up my apartment! I want! I want! I want!

Received email today in all slang-type words. My favorite is "haveta." I'm gonna start using haveta in all my correspondences now.

I figure if I don't cheer up soon, I can give everything up for this job. Bacontern! I think I fit all the criteria (awesome, fun, mostly sane), minus the loves bacon part. When I ate meat, I liked bacon, but it is just not my way anymore. Em says I can just tell them, "But, dudes, I AM Bacon!" Maybe if I say it over and over again it will bring home the mentally sane and stable point.

Part of the problem--I've determined this with friend Casey--is that with everything done, I don't have anything to be angsty about at the moment. Everything is checked off the list for now. This will not do. We tried to troubleshoot ways I could simulate stress. Like, I could go dress shopping all the time. But, I quickly realized that dress shopping only works if I am pressured to find something to wear to a big event at the last minute. Sigh. He suggested renting a bunch of videos with different due dates so I can worry about when I need to return them. We'll see. That might do in a pinch.

Happy Summer, everyone! Let's enjoy! Thanks to all my lovely, supportive friends and family who encourage me in everything I do. I love you all!

--Baconar

This is the only non-"picture face" photo. Trav is set on silly faces.
















Gotta love the bunchy shorts look.




















We are very, very serious.