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YAH HA HEY!!!!!!
Feb. 23rd, 2006 04:30 pmI passed.
Don't know by how small or large a margin, and I don't particularly give a damn.
But I passed.
With about an hour to spare, I passed.
This, mes amis is my ticket home... :D
And what's more, I got a nice healthy dose of unusual to go along with it:
At Arby's, eating lunch before the test, I feel a disturbance in my personal bubble; someone who looks like someone I might know is creeping round my edges, eyeing me, and I'm not sure why. So I look to see what's up. She smiles at me, says "Hi!" like we know eachother; I reply in kind, running her face through memory and finding nada, but still smiling because talking to strangers is never dull.
"Sorry if I was rude, it's just I wanted to see your tatoo..." She's fluttery as a bird, afraid of having offended me; I wave her into the booth across from me.
"Not at all, not at all, here:" and I lift collar to show her my ink. "We'll compare notes. Where'd you come across this lovely colourwork?"
She arches her head to show me the lilies and orchids on the left side of her throat. "El Paso, Texas. That's a nice piece of work you've got."
"Thank you. Wedding gift to myself. Still saving up for the divorce gift."
We laugh, and then she grins at me. "Men aren't worth the time, honey, that's why I say stick to women." A quick wink, and she's gone.
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~quirked smile~
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The fellow observing the tests in progress to make sure everything went according to procedure turned out to be a fellow I was in highschool with. He was about two years ahead of me and ran with a crowd that annoyed the daylights out of me, despite our sharing interests. I didn't expect him to recognise me, but his first words upon processing my face were "I remember you!" accompanied by a bright, honest smile.
Turns out he's on the board of directors for an art gallery in Clarksville. The Alter (Altar?) Gallery, on Legion St. Wound up with a bachelor's in Fine Art, Photography, although he draws and paints more. Had a show there recently. I think I'll hunt the place down this weekend, see what it feels like.
Been reading Charles deLint again recently. Greenmantle and The Ivory and the Horn.
Funny how it'll turn just about anyplace into Newford, doing that.
I'm glad for it, though; makes it easier to dance inside.
I passed.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
Don't know by how small or large a margin, and I don't particularly give a damn.
But I passed.
With about an hour to spare, I passed.
This, mes amis is my ticket home... :D
And what's more, I got a nice healthy dose of unusual to go along with it:
At Arby's, eating lunch before the test, I feel a disturbance in my personal bubble; someone who looks like someone I might know is creeping round my edges, eyeing me, and I'm not sure why. So I look to see what's up. She smiles at me, says "Hi!" like we know eachother; I reply in kind, running her face through memory and finding nada, but still smiling because talking to strangers is never dull.
"Sorry if I was rude, it's just I wanted to see your tatoo..." She's fluttery as a bird, afraid of having offended me; I wave her into the booth across from me.
"Not at all, not at all, here:" and I lift collar to show her my ink. "We'll compare notes. Where'd you come across this lovely colourwork?"
She arches her head to show me the lilies and orchids on the left side of her throat. "El Paso, Texas. That's a nice piece of work you've got."
"Thank you. Wedding gift to myself. Still saving up for the divorce gift."
We laugh, and then she grins at me. "Men aren't worth the time, honey, that's why I say stick to women." A quick wink, and she's gone.
...
...
~quirked smile~
...
...
The fellow observing the tests in progress to make sure everything went according to procedure turned out to be a fellow I was in highschool with. He was about two years ahead of me and ran with a crowd that annoyed the daylights out of me, despite our sharing interests. I didn't expect him to recognise me, but his first words upon processing my face were "I remember you!" accompanied by a bright, honest smile.
Turns out he's on the board of directors for an art gallery in Clarksville. The Alter (Altar?) Gallery, on Legion St. Wound up with a bachelor's in Fine Art, Photography, although he draws and paints more. Had a show there recently. I think I'll hunt the place down this weekend, see what it feels like.
Been reading Charles deLint again recently. Greenmantle and The Ivory and the Horn.
Funny how it'll turn just about anyplace into Newford, doing that.
I'm glad for it, though; makes it easier to dance inside.
I passed.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
