I was having a good day ... now it's not so good. Woke up around 9-ish because the power went off ... and total silence wakes me. I'm a very, very light sleeper. As if I was having trouble ENOUGH sleeping. I thought I was starting to get over this. I mean, it only took me two hours to fall asleep last night - as opposed to the five to six that it used to take. And last night, I actually WANTED to sleep, regardless of the somewhat distressful dreams I'd had the night before - and last night's dreams weren't so bad ... but ... dead silence woke me - ringing in my EARS -when I'm used to hearing my fan ... and have been used to hearing my fan since I was ten years old. Don't know why the power went off, though. I mean, it's not storming, it's not windy, we didn't blow a fuse or anything ... it was just weird, that's all. Maybe they were running a system check or something. I don't know. I don't know how power stations work. But I do know that it was off for more than an hour, so I couldn't go back to sleep. Sure, I tried turning on my headphones, switching my Walkman to play just static ... but I was already too awake by then. So I just ... got up and made myself a bowl of cereal, and played with Mr. Mistoffelees for a while, then went out to see if I could catch a glimpse of Nathaniel. After the power came back on, I decided, you know, since I was already up, that I would just kinda go hang out at school for an hour. Say 'hi' to Emily and talk for a bit, maybe I'd run into Brad before he had to go to class, you know? So I do. I go into the bookstore, and I talk to Emily - I'm in a good mood, really I am. Any bitterness I've had toward her for LYING to me, has dissolved to practically nothing. I mean, Jesus, she's apologized enough times. I kind of wish she would stop. I needed a smoke after talking to her, so I stepped outside to light up a clove. And these two guys started walking toward the building, talking to each other and motioning to me, doing that "head nod" thing. Two rather big guys, I might add ... but then, anyone four or more inches taller than me is considered big to me ... which is just about every guy I know. And I just ... leaned against the wall, hoping they wouldn't talk to me - I've never seen them before, and to be honest, they didn't look like the kind of guys I wanted to get to know. But the tallest one, the husky one, he came up to me with his arms to his sides, swaying, trying to look all suave and everything and he just said to me, doing all of these "ghetto" movements --- this is what he said to me, I'm not lying! "Hey there, missy. You're so hot. The way you're suckin' on that that cig is just so sexy." And then he gave some lame pickup line about "suckin' muscles" and his stick and ... yeah, it was kind of disgusting. I just gave him a look for a minute, then said "Uhm ... no, you're not really my type, sorry." And then he said, "Aww, come on, baby. I can treat you like a queen." And then, you know, I thought this was some kind of joke, so I started laughing. Then I put my clove in my mouth and started digging through my pockets for my ID and said, "Look, you're not going to get very many girls by using trashy come-ons like that. I doubt I'm really your type anyway." And he said, "What do you mean, girl? You're perfect." And then I just outright said, "I'm a guy." And showed him my license. The fact that it said "Jonathan Glover, S." on it should have been enough to convince them that they were hitting on the wrong person. Maybe make them leave me alone. No. The guy just got pissed off at me. At ME. I think he was pissed off with the fact that I just made him question his sexuality because he'd just hit on a guy. His own fault, I think. I mean, I was wearing jeans, Vans, white tee - I don't even have boobs. Maybe the guy liked gymnast-looking girls or something. But he went off on me, calling me a faggot, a queer - just because I looked too "feminine" - saying that he couldn't believe they let a faggot like me into a Christian college. And I told him that he wasn't setting a very Christian example by judging others on their looks. Told him I wasn't gay (which, I'm not ... I'm ... pansexual ... yes, that was what they called it - person who believes that love doesn't know boundaries like gender, age, ethnicity, culter, economics). Told him I was offended, but that I was sorry that he mistook me for something else. He looked like he was about to jump on me and kick my little ass, even said he was going to - then I just said "Go ahead. There's the Dean of Students. You'd be facing expulsion along with an assult and battery charge, and then where would you be?" Because the Dean was walking toward the building then (it's a popular building, mailroom, snackbar, bookstore, student hangout). And I pocketed my ID and just smiled and waved at him as I mutter to the guys, "Don't blame other people for your own mistakes. That's very uncool." (Because now, in my eyes, these are the type of people that would go sue McDonald's for hot coffee and making them fat.) And these guys just kinda snapped to attention when Dean Kramer walked up. And though the others said "Good morning, Dean Kramer" - I just flicked my cigarette and said "Hey, Scott." Obviously, the guys were still kinda new to the school. I'd known Scott for over three years now. Haven't called him "Dean Kramer" since the first week of my freshman year. Most anyone who's ever actually talked to the guy, or interacted with him, had a club or organization, or a problem with student life or ... whatever - they usually either just call him "Kramer" or "Scott." Simple as that. Me? When I'm in school, I see him almost every day. He's a very cool, laid back guy, and I'm proud to have him as the Dean of Students. And Scott just walked up to the doors to go in and said "Hey guys. Hey Seth. You mean your hair is REAL?" And he laughed, referring to my white hair. "I thought that was just some wig you put on for Harry Potter Day." And I said, "Nope, it's real." And he touched it, down right tugged on it, and said, "How in the heck did you do that anyway?" And he was all smiles, and that made me smile ... feels good to know authority. He's kind of like an uncle figure anyway. I said "I'm thinking about dying it back in a couple of weeks." And he was like, "Getting ready for your big senior year?" Me: "Yeah. Can't wait." Scott: "Don't get Senioritis too bad." And he started to walk away, and I just said, "I don't think I will. Got over that last semester." And he laughed and said, "And how you made it to the Dean's List, I don't know," and went into the building. (I made it to the list because I was smart. I may be a little lazy, but I'm a smart lazy.) So, anyway, I just put out my clove and lit another one. And just ... left the guys standing there. Hope I never, ever see them again. Ever. I'm not really in the mood to type out my dreams right now ... so ... I'll just do it later. I might get it in before I have to go to class, but ... I don't know. I think I want a nap.