adiva_calandia | (no subject)

Lately I've been getting this odd feeling that maybe -- just maybe -- I'm pretty cool. And that people outside my head and my laptop think so.

Leading a talkback with Naomi Wallace.
1. Adrian and Adam coming up to me after the talkback.
  
  Adam: You were great! You were like the best talk-show host ever!
  
  Adrian: Can I just, can I kiss you? *plants kiss on forehead*
Peggy: Your writing is a delight to read.
Sandage: I have never seen anyone pick up the Mashed Potato as quickly as you did.
Me: I used to be a magician, so I get so excited about that shit.

Adam: You were--?! [Adiva], you have never surprised me in a way that didn't totally shatter my world. In the best way possible.
Zac (in re: beat poetry presentation): You were great. I assume you do that kind of thing a lot.

Mind you, I'm still waiting for a date, so things ain't perfect. But they seem to be pretty good.

Today I am, hopefully, signing the lease for the house I'll be living in next year. I'm also working my ass off trying to get all my papers in line (although having taken a look at the calendar, they seem to be spaced out in such a way that they'll be fairly doable).

Tangentially related, holy crap, how freaking awesome is Janis Joplin? Pretty freaking awesome. And gorgeous to boot. Screw the people in my Rock'n'Roll class who disagree. (And for the record, Bob Dylan was ALSO gorgeous, no matter what Sandage says. He's admittedly a little scary-looking these days. Ah, well.)