Blonde Private 5-18

Chapter FIVE

So, now that I may possibly have me a boo thang, Liz went so far as to invite me to her party. She was wearing a purple zebra skirt looking like the badass I fell for that one night. She brought over a keg from the party, and had me take it to the head. I have never really had beer like this before, and was trying to keep my expectations low. Safe to say, Liz was a really strong individual. Well, strong enough to hold me up till I belly flopped directly upon the pavement. How embarrassing.

"Are you okay?" she asks. Far from it. I feel kinda like I hurt the butterflies inside of my stomach. But somehow Liz was the type who can just look in my eyes and revive them once again. Then again, I was drunk. Drunk enough to ask her out or drunk enough to make a fool of myself? Liz didn't seem to mind any of it. Suddenly, me and the rebel called Liz were going steady in a relationship. And I wound up being part of the elite rebel crew as a line crosser.

I went inside with the intention of carrying this on further, but I guess Liz wasn't really that interested. It is a shame because as buzzed as I was, I was down for anything. Oh well. Off to the bed with me. Maybe tomorrow, I'll have a better chance of getting lucky. Hell, she is probably one of those who will help me get used to the anomalies that are my dearest housemates.



CHAPTER SIX

BEEP BEEP!

Not everyone gets to wake up with a satisfied smile across their face. Not only am I the closest I can be with my love, but...I MADE THE DEAN'S LIST! WHOO!!!

Everything I had worked for, everything I had to stress over, all of it led me finally to making the Dean's! I got to tell my friends!

Kate: I'm on the Dean's List!
Len: Hey, congratulations! I'm proud of you!
Kate: I cannot believe I finally made it! All of that work, everything has led me to this place, and I had only did this term! :-)
Len: Cool! So, when are you coming home? We can celebrate. :-D
KATE: Soon! For now...kisses!

Along with my text, I got word from Liz about a party. but instead, I asked her if she is interested in going to a concert with me instead. She said yes. :-)

I arrived at the doors, but waited long enough to think that she wasn't going to show. Much to my surprise, she has arrived just in time! While the band was indeed amazing, I had to say that me and her focusing on each other made it more intense. So much so that we wounded using the concert as sex ambiance. Me and Liz had sex for the very first time, and though I was afraid, it felt a lot like this was supposed to happen. Like without her, without this, what would life be?

After this I had met up with a friend of mine, but after, all I can think of is Liz. The night that I have had, and the way it is probably going to impact my sleep, my waking up, my memories from here on out.

If I were to ever go to sleep, my last words before I wake wouldn't even be "good morning". It would probably wind up being "I love you, Liz". Ain't that how most people would love to end their great days?
Well, looks like I wasn't the only one who made memories last night. People stood outside of the dorm just to talk about the concert that had happened.

CHAPTER Seven
As much as I love my class, the one thing I would have loved to change about it is the fact that it has to be outside all of the time. Even in the rain. Thank goodness that I have my umbrella, but it doesn't make my point that everything electronic is better handled where thunder isn't crashing. Anything to keep upon the Dean's List, right?

The moment I made it to class, I saw that some thunder nearly struck a satellite sticking up. At that point, I thought to myself it was time that we go home. Again, the things I do for The Dean's List.
I suppose that is the one thing today that bothered me about the weather because after this, I wanted to ask Liz if she is at all interested in shopping for some better clothes for me today. I wound up with two outfits, and decided to spend the rest of the (sigh) rainy day going to an art room where I was paid to pose nude for a class. I say I got paid handsomely.

For the rest of the night, I finally got to spend some time in Liz's dorm. The toilets and stuff actually function, people seem like they actually groom themselves (aside from the dude with a full carpet chest hair),...I am minutes close to asking her if maybe I can move with her sometime.

I sat down in a chair, read a book, took my time, and ate my food while the rest of her crew decided to come join me in their garments.



CHAPTER Eight

As a nerd, there are certain choices you might have to make from time to time. What books to read, your friends, a whole lot of stuff. That includes whether or not to be a project for science or medicine. Oy vey. I mean, doing it can afford you plenty of money if all goes incredibly well, but things can also go incredibly wrong. I could face a bit of sickness, I could wind up growing a new limb...but the money.

So, I went ahead and applied to be a test subject for science, just to be on the safe side. One of the things they had taken was my saliva, and I went and did the unthinkable: contracted...botanist mono . Just my luck. All for money, and the worst part is that in order to get this fixed, I have to spend the same kind of money I gained just to get surgery and reverse it all.

This was a moment where I had to block my imagination, lest I wind up shocking my very system before I get the surgery. After all, stress can only make the pain I may or may not gain hurt a lot more.

So, with a brave face , I walked in and what was supposed to be an hour or so felt like longer. Each hour since will feel a lot like the day will never ever end. Oh, the pain of contracting a plant disease AND needing to spend the money I had just gained in order to get it out of the way. And just my luck as there is a final exam to happen directly after I had just left. Remember our talks about juxtapositions of events that should and should never happen. Those two fall under "should not ever in life".

Ready to face it all, it was revealed to me that I had passed my final exam, and I had made the Dean's List easy. So, at least  I got some great news out of the deal.

The thing about being an inventor (oh yeah, did I mention that I had a longtime interest in being an inventor? Wink wink.) is that you have to have more than the idea, but you have to have the parts. And where else would you find spare parts of something than...in a junkyard. What can I say? I may be a nerd, but I'm not above getting dirty when it counts.

I attempt to look for great spare parts for my future invention. Trust I went in as deeply as I ought to. As far as being dirty, the last thing I am looking to do is apply that need for dirtiness to the dorm I am living in. Yup, people are still sloppy, poor with their hygiene, it has gotten to the point where my term was FINALLY over, and I decided it was time for me to pack up and find some other place to be. Since the first term is done, that place for me...is home.



Chapter 9

(leaps into Liz's arms)

There are things that right after school, work or what have you begins to end, you wish other things wouldn't. I started another semester, but no matter the time in between, me and Liz have grown stronger than ever. When we are eating, studying or even taking photos in the photo booth, there is just no evidence that our love has waned any bit. Well, there is, but there are some things that other people should not have to see. So... (laughs) But point is, that I came for a really good education and managed to stay long enough to find what may actually be true love...or what feels like it anyway.

It's just too bad both of us would have to vacate in separate dorms. She would have been a welcome addition to this ragtag gang of lifers we call dormmates. She would most definitely be the person to help warm me up through what looks like a seriously blustery winter time. #CuffingSeason! But I'm fine cooking, studying, spending time with the rest of the gang. That is, until class begins, and you know that I can not do anything less than study hard.

During my Communications class, I didn't have a whole lot to share with the people other than this feeling, or at least the things that can come out of applying the same amount of passion to anything you love the same way you would, if you were in a relationship. I may have been late to class, but it wasn't going to stop me delivering such gospel.

So, in my dorm, I just got word (more like I witnessed) that someone was walking directly into someone else's dorm while they were sleeping and started turning on the radio and dancing. I know that things here have an anything goes feel to it, but that is crossing all kinds of lines. It was enough to assure that when I get to sleep, I'll double check my locks and make sure that it isn't possible to get in like that.

It being the day after the final week of my classes,  I figured a good day for me to celebrate all of my hard work would be through a party. Thankfully, Ayana Yuki invited me to a party before I had to question who was interested in throwing one. It's too bad that the party  thrower...did not manage to show up. 



Chapter Ten

Coffee.

It is a college attendant's biggest hero and worst enemy, if used outside of moderation. At best, it will keep you nice and alert, at worst, drinking too much of it can guarantee a crash. Today really had me testing just what power coffee really holds.

One day before going to class, I was running out of a significant amount of energy. I found myself dancing to music and running on empty and barely able to keep up in time for my class.

Now, picture this. You are just about to crash and on the other side and downstairs lies a fresh, jolting cup of coffee. It would have to take every bit of my energy to stay up, drink and power myself, so that I would make it to my class. Much to my and the teacher's chagrin, I had made it a little late, but not too late that I cannot work as hard as possible. Oy vey.

Moral of this story, coffee is amazing! But it would have behooved me to get a better night's sleep instead. Sometimes, the risk is just not worth taking.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

FIRST EXAMS
Essentials of Juxtaposition 101, Intermediate Debate 102, and Making the Most of Onomatology 101. No matter how long you have spent doing school in any class, this will never not be the moment of truth. The very thing that will shake you to the core, and inspire you to give all of your power directly to it. I was already on the Dean's List, and it was going to be a shame if I suddenly dropped off.
Luckily, I put everything I had into studying, so that resulted into me putting everything into my test, only to result in me passing with flying colors!

To celebrate, Me and Liz are at the Grotto, which is known to be a Rebel's hangout. While, she went to play pool, I ordered myself a nice Organic Slappacino. I was all geared to try out the Red Rocket, but...it was kind of pricey for me. So...not a chance in hell, I guess. But at least the drink is effective for me. Least likely for me to crash, and I'm alert enough to play Pool with Liz.

Next thing, I know, Ayana Yuki, whom I had ironically dubbed "the party chick" has invited me to another party, but seeing as how the last one was less than amazing, I grew weary about attending this one. That's when I told myself, maybe if I took Liz with me, it would make things a little bit better. For the most part, it's ehh.

There was guitar playing, a man named Harold was getting picked on for no rational reason, and my girl had to leave early. Suffice to say, it wasn't the best of parties, and it made me even more skeptical to go to another one that she throws.

Have you ever had that moment where you decide maybe it is a good time to get to know the peers you are living with. Not just in a visceral fashion such as Ashley walking into your room and turning it into Soul Train, but just face to face "how are you doing?" kind of situations.

I met Ann Sommers, and so far, things were pretty okay. I found out her sexuality is pretty straight, but luckily, that did not have any impact on how our conversation went. No impact on our getting along thus far. What started the conversation was pretty weird, if not merely tragic.

You see, I went into the bathroom and heard throwing up. Before this, I had seen her and noticed she was fairly skinny. I didn't want to badger her too much on it, so I started with a simple hello. Just in time, I had such a nice conversation with her that I wound up forgetting all about her throwing up. Thank goodness. Imagine how awkward that talk would have been on our first conversation.

So, one of the things I decided to do to practice Communications was to interview some of my housemates. One of the first few I started with was Ashley. From her traits on down, only to find out through a literal slap in the face, she is...an evil person or perhaps, she just had a horrible day and needed someone to take it out on. Why me? The world may never know. Only nice when she feels the need to be. Oy vey. Hopefully, interviewing Ann would be a little bit better. After talking to her in the bathroom, it should be no surprise that Ann was so nice during the interview. Not insinuating that we may be fast friends, but it is progress after Ashley. What was left was Holly, and many others.
In addition to studying communication, I took the liberty of studying cooking. I figure that the best way that I can test this is by...cooking hot dogs. Maybe PB&J sandwiches? Hey, I'm not really in that moment where I want to cook something big, so give me a LITTLE slack. :-)



Chapter Twelve
You would think that as much as I enjoy this class, I wouldn't constantly lose track of time, but here I am anyway. I accidentally  missed my class, ironically, it was when I was studying and listening to a new SimCast. This isn't going to stop me, however, from using it to get to know my classmates, starting with Paulo, whom I found is quite the mean-spirited soul. Fair enough, I guess.

After class, I went and searched for new parts at a junkyard for my future inventions, and came back just in time to cook some more hot dogs...only for the whole house to hop like bunnies towards my cooking. They must have been incredibly hungry as hell for them to zoom into my lunch of choice! But I was happy to provide dinner before they decided to go to bed.

It's been a while ever since I have heard from Liz, my girlfriend, and so I found out that she sent me not only a love letter, but a few pictures. I would tell you exactly what they are about, but that is between me and her. So, yep. The point is that it was a present from her for being incredibly faithful to her all this time. As a way of thanking her, I decided to do a little practicing when it comes to my trick shots on Pool. She really enjoyed the game, and one of the things I wanted to do was impress her. I just needed a few trick shots, and I was able to eat. (That was my arrangement.)

It being the week before the finals, I figured it was time for me to study for them. With that, to make sure that I stayed upon the ranks that I was in,  I had to pull a serious all-nighter. Well, hope for the best for me! Hope that I not only pass the class, but that I don't wind up showing to class late again because of it.



Chapter Thirteen

Surely, all of you would have guessed this easily or you had plenty of faith within me, but I passed all my classes with flying colors. Not only that, but graduated with an incredibly perfect GPA! I decided to throw a party. A nice little formal feast party to celebrate the GPA. Within the party, I had been able to make some really nice dishes, and face Ashley and a man eventually breaking into a really scruffy fight. Guess who won? It wasn't Ashley. I know she is who she is, but really?

Anyway, it turns out that the party was so well known that everybody I didn't exactly invite came over, too. But the most important name came: Liz. My girlfriend draped in neon purple like that sexy rebel I know her to be. While I do know that she is a rebel, it wouldn't have killed her this once to wear something formal. But...

The problem is that the party was on the very same day as my graduation, and unfortunately, I wound up missing it due to me celebrating with a little WooHoo with Liz. Time just flies away from you when you are trying to celebrate in little ways before the big celebration with the crowd. I decided for her that before we do that, I go graduate and afterwards, I can come out and kiss her good bye.
Names upon names started to come before mine,  and once my diploma hit,  I can finally say that people can no longer look upon me with any stigma on my hair!

Waiting for about an hour or so for Liz, I was wondering exactly where she was.  I wasn't going to leave her without a sweet kiss goodbye. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to come out, but I had it set up that the both of us will move in after graduation. Unfortunately, I don't think me not being able to kiss her is going to be the saddest part of the story.




Chapter Fourteen

Whenever a person thinks about their first time moving in with a lover, they imagine the place to be pretty decked out, easy to live upon and not as...obvious that you grew up in squalor, right?

Well, I finally arrived back to my home just in time to look at the place that my parents had left me, and realized that this is not a place that Liz would want to live in. Even worse, I barely have the money to fix it up a lot better than this. So, not only did it look like I live in squalor, but due to spending my money on being the genius that I am, I actually am. Thank goodness, that I was finally able to get a job as a private investigator, even if my Communications degree suggested my options included mostly being a journalist, which isn't the same thing in a longshot.

I guess for now, the best I can do is still visit the junkyard, and find some nice things to bring to the house. For example, I was able to get myself a nice end table.

In terms of being a private eye, you can say I have taken one some truly, truly weird cases. I had just walked away from one case where a woman questions who had been making her toe feel stubbed and how she wound up outside. After talking to multiple people, it turns out that she was constantly sleepwalking, and she always winds up stubbing her toe on a garden gnome. Now, I am walking into one where a woman wants to be married so badly, and is looking to see if she finds a ring in the mail. Her boyfriend was none the wiser about this desire. Oy vey. It's a long road towards being at the top of my field, but at least it pays significant amount of money.

As far as the ring thing, I had found out that Gilberto, Ursula's man, was planning to bring her flowers, but felt it was all too intense or whatever. I just know it was all in the trash. To say that it hurt to tell Ursula that her man wasn't thinking about buying her a ring because she is overbearing and pushy was...farfetched at best. But as long as I was getting paid, the relationship issue is between Ursula and Gilberto from here on out.

It seems that my cases keep getting weirder and weirder. Thankfully, I got paid and a promotion off of this job, but I still find myself wanting to take on more interesting jobs. Maybe if I stick to what I have, I will most definitely get some more serious work.



Chapter Fifteen

Ask and you shall receive.

The next day a woman had talked to me about how she thinks she caught a man trying to hack into the database of a local library. She says she needs me to try and find some proof that he is indeed the hacker. All I know is that I found within the trash can some receipts and stuff proving he may possibly be an offender. But at least I can say that his story is less discouraging than with Twikki Wahine.

Now, most of you know that the perks of being a detective is that no matter what you ask me to solve, I'll still get paid the amount of money I need to. Hell, you can ask me to find your remote in the couch, and it wouldn't be a problem if I got paid to do so. But when people not only clearly ask to have me look for crazy things, but extort me without my knowledge, that is when I have a huge problem. That is Twikki, a kid who tricked me out of some extra money so I can find who used his toothbrush...only for me to find out that nobody used it. He just wanted extra money. That little brat!

The good thing about the day, outside of getting paid regardless of the outcome of that...kid,  I found myself at home cooking some food, for my love Liz is finally coming over! I still have anxiety about her coming to see my place, but she always seemed like the type that would love me regardless. Plus, the place is at least clean. It would be a different story, if I could barely take care of the place.  Thank goodness she did not seem to mind it much. Hell, we spent our first week going to parties (specifically, that of my best friend Len) and watching the stars together. What could be a better way to close a night? Well, if it means anything, Liz gave me some pink flowers for the night.



Chapter Sixteen

I know I am not really making much money right now, but I still deserve a repairman who can come over and do what they need to for my place. Unfortunately, the person who has to fix and decorate all of the stuff in my place has to be me...and Liz, if she wants to. She loves me so far, but I always worry about her seeing me doing things such as...salvaging old and necessary parts from the junkyard for stuff. Frugality is necessary! I received a coffee table, by the way. But she hasn't complained yet, especially since we talked about being easy with my chips.

The reason being that we both has finally talked about what we are going to do with our living situation. We both agreed that we are going to find another place that is cheap yet much nicer for the both of us to live in. Me and her found a place of our own, which is named the Aero Dynamo. Two bedrooms, 1 bathroom, the extra room just in case we are successful in having a possible baby. Even better, the house is at a place where the water is just in the backyard. :-)

The only problem is that we don't really have enough money for our place, and borrowing money from the bank proved to be unsuccessful, unless, as they suggested "we accept a high risk loan". Just the words "high risk" makes things worrisome, but I truly want this place. And so, I accepted the high risk with the full intention not only to get back to work, but also find some spare time to finally work on this Science Fiction book. While living in my old place, I had received a message saying that they would like for me to write a science fiction story for money. All I can say is anything but no. I truly need the extra money, and plus, I enjoy some science fiction from time to time.

Now most might think of us as pretty...ballsy for taking a high risk loan, but I can pretty much tell you that we have come across an unbelievable stroke of luck when someone left their broken down car in front of my house. What I had done was fix it up with two intentions that may work out well for me in the end: I can either sell it and make a lot of money that can pay off the loan or have a car that takes me anywhere that I need to be. Needless to say, paying off the loan was very important.
And so, me and Liz are finally domesticated people. Now, all that we need...is a possibility in marrying each other.



Chapter Seventeen

So, about that...

Me and Liz decided that the both of us are going to go to a local restaurant for breakfast. I had a nice cookie, and she had pancakes. It took me a while to finally ask her to marry me, but the moment that we did, it was almost like it was as magical as the day that we met. Except for the fact that I nearly dropped the damn ring. Didn't stop her from hopping with excitement at my proposal. I love Liz. She is with me through thick and thin and manages to think the sun shines out of me.

There is only one problem, and it has to do with my bachelorette party that I plan to throw for myself: yep, I don't exactly have any close friends to invite to this party of mine. The only thing I may have left to do is just invite a couple of girls around the way. Hey, even girls you don't know deserve a real good time.

We all got together, ate food (we ordered a nice pizza, and someone had brought over some dinner rolls), danced...and much to the chagrin of many, Leo showed up. We told him that bachelorette parties only contain women, but we allowed him to be one only if he isn't posing any trouble. Lucky all that he wanted to do was simply dance with someone, which was no problem at all.

At the party, I met a woman named Clementine, who was incredibly down to earth. We talked, compared facts about each other, and I wound up spraying her with the champagne that we had at the house. Even though some came over and left, it turned out to be such a blow out that it lasted till the very crack of dawn. We were all partied out, and it was the last ever night of "freedom", before it is time for me and her to finally find a place where we can get married. I was thinking near the backdrop of a nice, sunny beach because simply having a body of water behind us wasn't quite enough. But I am going to work it all out. I have a nice little backdrop planned, a heart-shaped stand, everything! The only thing I wish I had, though, was my parents around.




Chapter Eighteen

Where is my wife?! The marriage has already started, and people are getting incredibly antsy!
I guess since people are making the most of it and dancing to some music while we wait, I could let you know that my parents...has always been supportive of me being gay. Though, from a distance. My mom saw I was a tomboy and that I had always found girls a bit more interesting and pretty. My dad shrugged it off in a way that some people shrug off disasters as unreal. I guess that is what happens when you are your dad's baby girl.

Ahh, Liz is here! It took a while for her not only to show up on time, but actually commit to getting married! One by one, the guests were starting to leave or assume I already got married, but the time Liz finally rushed here (in her regular attire, no less), we were able to get married. But it wasn't till weariness began the win the day as she and everyone else had left directly after, leaving me with a cake that hadn't been cut and a venue that I could probably charge engaged couples, if need be.
Needless to say the night ended with me having the piece of cake, and us talking about certain situations. But it was still incredibly disappointing that she didn't commit to it. Maybe it was a bad day? Maybe we didn't talk about it enough? I don't know. All I know is that no matter what happened: I still got married to my one and only Liz.




Epilogue

So, to make sure that this story ends as quickly as possible, I will offer to you the rundown of what has happened within my life since then.

I finally was able to make partner with a company and wound up making more money than I did as a small P.I. This was good enough to take me and Liz outside of light squalor, and live so well that she had once suggested that we have a baby. Unfortunately, I found out that not only has she donated her eggs, but that the only sperm donor just happened to be Twikki's dad. No thanks.

As for Liz, she got a job as a scientist, but unfortunately, due to never graduating college, never got as far as her current gig. I talked to her about eventually going back, and she expressed some interest in doing so. All in all, our lives turned out just fine and I was able to work my way to the top. People ask me how I was able to get to the top so quickly, and all I can really tell them is this: blonde ambition, I guess!

Blonde Private: Ch. 4

There are some juxtapositions that should not, but I'm glad exists. This meaning a juxtaposition of two different events, one following the other. First, I had to deal with the teacher accidentally peeing herself, and then I had to wake myself out of that shock just to meet Dave Bean, the school mascot who has really been hitting the Gangnam Style enthusiastically. That earns you a conversation with me. Needless to say, things went pretty well. I got to know him a little bit before I tried to talk to a woman named Liz. I wanted to really get to know her, but I don't think she will ever give me the time of day.

That was until I went to the cafeteria, and after a moment of us both going back to our rooms, we wound up dancing to some pop music in the room. I might have looked like quite the dork, but I didn't care when I was around her. We both even went so far as to discuss...planets, stars, and galaxies. Needless to say, more than anyone I have ever really talked to, I had been lost in thought and time to the point where the people cut down the light on the student center and kicked us out. Ugh!

Oh well. We walked and talked and walked until eventually I walked right into a passionate kiss that swept me directly off my feet. In front of possibly everyone. That's rebels for you, I guess. I didn't really mind. I kissed her goodnight again before we both parted ways and I took a really nice shower. (I never got to take one this morning, and knowing some of my peers, I figured setting an example would be the thing to do.)  This being said, goodnight to all, and to all a goodnight.