Day 89

1 bagel
1 vanilla steamer
2 pieces of admittedly sub-par fish (school lunch, eh)
1 probably-filled-with-fat delicious cookie
1 lollipop
1 red velvet (a la Ms. Sales, my awesome law teacher) cupcake
1 piece of chocolate caramel... Hershey thing
2 cupcakes (a la Kassandra)
1 chocolate milk
1 240-calorie "Think Thin" bar
Lots of water
1 500-something-calorie turkey and havarti sandwich
A few mouthfuls of Diet Coke

... not exactly a good day, lol, but it was the last day of school before Midwinter break (HOO-RAH) and Chase's birthday and two days from my birthday. So I'm rather okay with it. And I actually had a really good day for once in a long while, haha. Chase really liked the balloons and my gift and my card. There was a sticker in it, though, so that might be why, lol. And Mrs. Lucking told me that she thought I would be happy wherever I went because I would make it work because I have a positive attitude :) Yay. That kind of made my day because she's LUCKING and therefore awesome.

Oh, and I'm currently in love with Anderson Cooper. I have this great idea for an Anderson/Keith (Olbermann) fic. So they've been together for about two years, but Anderson just came back from a horrifying time out in the field, and he breaks up with Keith, for lack of something better to do to cope with everything that's happening inside of him. Then Jon and Stephen kidnap him and take him to his favorite restaurant, a jazz bar, and one of Stephen's old Dartmouth friends is singing. The three have great conversation as the singer sings "Straighten Up and Fly Right" and other jazz favorites. Then conversation lulls a bit as the singer starts "Where Do You Start?"

Anderson gets wet eyes and feels like he's dying.

Jon, in a sexy manly moment, rests his hand on Anderson's arm as the other man tries not to cry (he's in love with Keith, after all).

Jon and Stephen get Anderson home, and he has a long scene of pondering everything, what happened out in the field, Keith, his own insecurities, Keith's shortcomings, and every memory he has of Keith. He breaks into his stash of bourbon. Then in a Lady Antebellum-esque moment, being a little drunk but needing Keith, he calls him and leaves a long message, since Keith is asleep, it being a quarter past one (hehe, song lyrics)

But I don't know if I feel comfortable enough with Keith's character to really do anything with him. I want the story to resolve happily, though, because Anderson's just sad and needs some serious love to get through this latest exhaustion.

But yeah. Good day. Birthday on Sunday. Gonna be 18. Can now have sex with whomever self desires if "whomever self desires" is also over 18. Good stuff.