Orchid

Recently, I auditioned for a role in the sequel of the short film the person I’m seeing was in. I recorded a pretty decent audition tape and texted my person that I finished my audition. They were so excited and confident that I would get the part. 
          
          Cut to today where I just learned I didn’t. I did have a feeling (the director never contacted me again after I sent in my audition), but I’m nervous how my person is going to feel. Luckily they’re on vacation for a theatre trip and less likely to check instagram. 
          
          They’re a big theatre kid, so they know that sometimes you don’t always get the parts you want or any parts at all. I just don’t want them to be disappointed when they find out. They come back home on Friday and then we’re meeting the day after that. I hope they don’t find out before Sunday 

The person I’m seeing starred in a short film with some people they met at this theatre thing, and it was released the other day. I watched it and texted them throughout because it was a horror movie and I was trying to guess the killer. 
          
          They were the main character, and like all movies, the main character had a romance subplot. They ended up kissing the love interest, and I don’t know how to feel about it. Of course, I’m pretty sure this was filmed before we started going out. I’m also not exactly jealous about it for some reason. I think I’m just worried about how they might be uncomfortable if I kiss them or even if they’ve thought about it compared to if it was for a movie role. I’d love to bring it up with them, but it feels awkward and they’re on vacation. I wouldn’t want to interrupt a fun getaway. 
          
          Another thing is that we’re not even dating, just seeing each other because they don’t feel comfortable dating someone yet. I do suppose I am a bit jealous then. I wish there was a chance for them to feel as comfortable with the idea of dating me as the idea of them kissing a guy (they’re only attracted to women, btw)
          
          This is such a great way to start June! Happy pride month, y’all! Be gay, do crimes, and drink some water! 

I told my friend that I was seeing someone, so we started talking about the people we’re dating. I don’t know if every couple is like her and her boyfriend, but oh my god, we went about dating COMPLETELY different ways. 
          
          For one, she showed me this picture of her and her bf cuddling together but apparently they weren’t dating at that point. They were just doing that before either of them knew the other was interested apparently! It’s crazy to me because holding hands on a date with my person is the most romantic and intimate thing we’ve done. And then my friend showed me a picture of her toes entwined with her bf’s and said it was romantic. Bless your heart.
          
          We also showed each other pictures of what our people look like, and her bf is the whitest, straightest, cisist guy I’ve ever seen. He looks like the kind of person that puts a picture of him holding a fish on his dating profile. Meanwhile, my person looks very gender, alternative, and hot. My friend took one look and then told me that my person is attractive, but we have entirely different tastes in people. I can attest to that greatly. 

Today I decided I was going to be so productive. I learned a simplified rift for High and Dry by Radiohead for my bass, I cooked lunch for myself, I sorted all the books I own into which ones I wanted to donate and which ones I wanted to keep, and then I sorted the keeps by alphabetical order and Dewey decimal number! I even cleaned out two of my shelves to put the books on! 
          
          And then I realized none of the organizing I spent hours doing mattered because half the books on the second shelf wouldn’t fit because of how tall they were. To make matters even better, I discovered I lost the book a friend gave me that I’ve been wanting to read forever! 
          
          To hell with organizing my yarn tomorrow, I’m going to murder someone instead! Probably whoever decided all books should have totally different heights! 

Me: (trying to adjust the stuff on my lap) Can you hold me book real quick?
          
          Lady standing in front of me: (takes Harrow the Ninth)
          
          My thoughts: (sees the lady reading the back) Why do I get the feeling I forgot there was something in big letters on the back that I would prefer a stranger who barely knows me not to read?
          
          The big, eye-catching words on the back: THE NECROMANCERS ARE BACK, AND THEY’RE GAYER THAN EVER.
          
          Lady: (hands it to the woman beside her who also starts to read the back) Well that seems like a unique story. 
          
          Me: Yes, it’s the second book in the series, and I have no idea what’s going on. 
          
          Second Lady: (looks at the list of books in the series) Oooh, it looks like Nona isn’t the ninth. 
          
          First Lady: Yes, it’s crossed out. 
          
          Anyways, shoutout to my ex-stand partner (ex because she’s quitting orchestra like a loser) who made me read the Locked Tomb series and now relishes in my despair. She’s getting a very passive aggressive half-gift for her half-birthday. But you should still read the series, it’s really good and really confusing! It’s also about lesbian necromancers in space in case you weren’t already invested 

I went on a date the other day and we’re already starting to make plans to do a craft date where they teach me how to make jewelry and I teach them how to crochet. I started looking up fun projects to teach them, but now I want to make all the patterns but I can’t because I have to study for my chemistry final tomorrow! Just let me crochet all the pretty projects! 

Today I texted my friend who likes manga and sapphic stories for yuri recommendations (The Moon On a Rainy Night is very close to one of the characters confessing, so I need a new series to get hooked on while I wait for them to kiss) because she seems like the type of person who reads yuri. This was our conversation. 
          
          Me: Do you have any yuri recommendations?
          
          Her: DINA X ELLIE
          
          Me: Thanks
          
          Me: Wait, I meant an actual series like Bloom Into You, not a ship from a fandom I’m in
          
          Her: what’s rhat 
          
          Me: Bloom Into You? The foundation of all modern yuri
          
          Her: damn. i don’t like specifically reading the yuri genre i just watch shows with queer people in them
          
          But it’s all fine, I found like two toxic yuris, three doomed yuris, and one where a woman is in love with her childhood friend that’s also secretly in love with the woman but the friend is married to literally the sweetest man to ever exist, no he’s not secretly horrible, his only flaw is being in love with a lesbian and not knowing she’s gay because their marriage was arranged. It’s called Pink Candy Kiss, I highly recommend it

You should check out this applyfic!
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Yesterday building the choir risers
          
          Me: Here’s the wrench
          
          Guy: Just got to tighten it a bit— (lever explodes)
          
          My partner: What part of that was a bit?!
          
          Guy: We might need to weld this
          
          Choir teacher: Is everything fine?
          
          Guy: Perfect
          
          Me: Couldn’t be better
          
          Partner: It’s going swimmingly 
          
          Guy: I might have underestimated my strength a bit and broke the lever. It’s okay though, it’s a really quick and easy fix!
          
          Partner: He said we need to weld it
          
          Choir teacher: (puts head in hands) 
          
          Today before the choir concert
          
          Me: Oh, if any of the risers break, I apologize in advance 
          
          Friend performing: If they what???
          
          I am happy to report no risers, even the ones with missing legs, collapsed during the performance. Only one choir kid (the guy that broke the lever) was harmed in the making of this humorous event 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms that do the most! 
          
          And happy Mother’s Day to my own mom that constantly has to put up with me hating and almost failing math despite her being a math teacher and loving math! 3x—7i > 3(x—7u)