Cloudy Minds and Silver Linings

Cherish here!

Hey guys, I've been distant this week, I'm sorry. It's been tough. And wonderful. The past couple of days have been especially rollercoasteresque. I've bounced from really low to really high and back again. Let's start at Thursday.

I convinced Riley to accompany me to Zippy's for our date night. I was really excited to show him something I've found comfort in, he wasn't really feeling it at first, but he warmed to it when some of the poems were phenomenal. I'm constantly impressed by the caliber of work I'm exposed to there, a bunch of almost strangers stripping down to their souls and giving pieces of themselves away. It's beautiful.

Anyway, halfway through the open mic night I got a call from my math teacher, from the class I've been taking this quarter. She told me that the grade I got on the final pulled my grade down to a D, meaning I have to retake the class in order to get into Math141, even though I'm enrolled in it already for next quarter. So I'm behind now, and I'm not taking it well. I offered to try to correct another test I hadn't done so well on, or write an essay on a mathematician, but she just wouldn't work with me. So, stifling tears I went back into the cafe and tried to shrug it off.

I guess I've always been good at that. Something bothers me, so I drown myself in whatever metaphorical river is closest, and really, a bunch of poetry is as good a body of metaphorical water as any. I lost myself in their words and Riley's arms as I tried to forget this crushing blow to my confidence. Understand, I'm not upset because I got a bad grade, I'm upset because I studied really hard and I couldn't get a better grade.

After the poetry night ended around nine, we hopped in his supersized Yukon and went to Lake Ki. It was beautiful in the light of the full moon. We stripped down and inched into the cold water. We splashed and laughed and stood silently, awed by the black water with its own moon shining in the face of the real one. It was a freeing experience I think, just he and I, alone in a lake in the middle of the night. A beautiful one.

But dear readers, that happiness was not to last. Like I said, ups and downs. Ups and downs. Do you remember the Shaggin' Wag'n? Have I mentioned it? My faithful van, a beautiful blue Chevy Astrovan whom I liked more than most people. I woke up to its transmission troubles becoming permanent. My darling, dead. It was horrible. I watched my dad sell it as scrap to a hideously obese mexican man. I was heartbroken. As though the class was not enough, I lost my van and in less than a week my boyfriend was heading off to Utah. I was in hell.

But I put on my strong face once again, I had a play to go to. My dear friend, one of the sweetest people I've ever met is in Village Theater Kidstage's production of Thoroughly Modern Millie. Opening night was friday, and I had to be there for her. The show itself was incredible. It's showing at the Everett Performing Arts Center and if you get the chance you should go see it. Two of the characters have songs in chinese and the whole plot is hilarious and cheesy and a complete feel good show. And you know what? It made me feel good. Until I got home and remembered everything that was going wrong for me.

It's alright though. I'll get over it. In the mean time, you all be wonderful.

And go for a barefoot run, it's good stuff.

Cherish out!