Who needs donuts? I've got love

Sometimes life is surreal. Today in Model UN, we were discussing the AIDS pandemic. I was trying to absorb as much as possible -- I mean, it's inmoportant information -- but I kept feeling odder and odder. I think I can see how Sarah would feel (in the final scene, she and her friends are in a sex ed class, and she finally reveals to the school that she's HIV+).

And then Ken says, "The thing about AIDS is that you can't tell who has it in the early stages. Henry here could have AIDS and I would never know."

I got chills.

Life is so weird, mine in particular. I'm a sophmore in a play with three other people two or three years older than me, and I have the best part. One of my friends has officially changed his name and pronoun. One of my friends believes that any time of the day -- including the middle of class when I'm trying to work on my homework -- is an appropriate time to discuss her story. I practice Transcendental Meditation, as well as Catholicism.

I dunno -- it just seems like a sincerely odd combination of factors. How does is come up with me? A short chick who lives to be onstage, is too nice to everybody, and doesn't know how to deal with her parents. Why aren't I more bitter, or more annoying? Why am I me?

Well, I don't know. Just lucky, I guess.

I should work on my Comp homework, although I really don't want to. Ah well.