Saturday is for noms

Hello ladies on the internetz!

Today has been a very unsuccessful but satisfying day. Why you ask? I’ll tell you why.

This morning I woke up at 9:00am on the dot which is impressive in itself but also rather impressive because it constitutes sleeping in for me. I’ve been racking up a sleep debt this past week and I do believe I paid it off last night. It feels good.

After I woke up I proceeded not to get up but rather to pull out my laptop from under my bed and check my usual internet haunts. There are five websites that I check almost every time I have internet access. Can you guess what they are?
*hint* Two are for fanfiction, two are for social things and one is for general entertainment.
Somehow I managed to flicker between each of these sites for much longer than intended and by the time I looked at my clock it was 12:00.

OH NOES! Sushi date with friends at 1:00 at a place I’ve never been but I figure is about 20 minutes away and I’m not even out of my pyjamas yet?!?

I launched myself out of my bed and into your pants and proceeded to rush through all the usual morning things. Face washed, teeth brushed, buttons appropriately positioned, deodorant, socks, it was all done in 35 minutes. (Most of that could have been done faster but I have this habit of getting really confused over outfits when I first get out of bed so I spent at least five minutes going “Short sleeves and sweater or just long sleeves? Short? Long? Short? Long? Short… nah, long! No short! Sleeves?”)

I got upstairs only to find that it had snowed a lot last night and I had to shovel the driveway. This meant more time not driving and a lot of time asking “What is the point of wearing a black coat if all I’m going to do is rub it against the snow on my car and turn it white? I do not know!”

After all of that I got in my car and managed to make it about 10 minutes late which is apparently only a minute after the others got to the restaurant so that worked out well. Two of the people I knew from Tuesday movies (Darren and Chris, haha) and the other person, a pretty cute guy named Braiden, who was Chris’s friend. Braiden and I know next to nothing about sushi so Darren and Chris had an in depth discussion on what we should order and how much and if whatever it was had been particularly good somewhere.

I don’t know how many times you ladies have been out for sushi with “starving students” or three growing university boys but they definitely ordered a lot of food. The first six plates of food I really enjoyed. All of the stuff they got was really tasty and I loved it (no Ottawa Maki sadly but I think that’s a particular hometown delicacy :P). By the time the last plate rolled around though… I was full. Super full. I think I managed three pieces off of that plate but I really have no idea how. I haven’t eaten a single thing since and I’m not even the slightest bit hungry. This university trend of eating sushi is starting to make a lot of sense to me and I just might have to spend more time picking it up.

There’s something else that comes with eating that much food though—super tiredness. I managed to keep my eyes long enough to drive home but then my stomach promptly demanded all but absolutely necessary blood flow and I settled down for a nap. Homework? What’s that?

As my body concentrated on dissolving my food my brain started contemplating an interesting situation that happened at lunch today.

When I go to Tuesday movies at the queer centre on campus the office is labelled a safe space and we don’t usually talk about anything that is too personal or might upset anyone. They have other events there where they do talk about more serious queer issues and such but Tuesday movies are generally just a bunch of fun. As a consequence sexual orientation has never been discussed and most of the time I get the impression they assume I’m a lesbian. It’s never really occurred to me what that might mean until now.

You might have noticed my description of Braiden as cute when I introduced him. I have no idea what his relationship is with Chris is or what his orientation is but I couldn’t help thinking about how Michele and the boy got together. What if, after we’d parted ways, he’d asked about me and been told “Sorry man, I don’t think she swings that way”?

Having a more ambiguous sexuality I’ve always found it rather relieving not having to explain it (especially because any kind of flexible orientation seems to be met with snarls in the queer or straight community unless it's a joke) but I wonder now if it might cause me to miss out on some things.

Just some thoughts…

I hope you ladies had a much more productive Saturday than I did even if your lunch wasn’t nearly as delicious. :P

Much love,

Dina