Things are both looking up, in small ways.
I convinced my mum to get me a load of batteries, and with them I have given power to a model of the Moon that I have in my room. It's the size of a dinner plate and lights up when a control is pointed at it. The remote allows me to see what it looks like at different phases of the moon and freeze it at any point.
So I wanted this thing because, thanks to Star Trek, I've remember just how goddamn much I love space. When I was a kid me and my dad would spend ages in our garden, looking at the stars and working out which constellations there were in site. It's a hobby I fell out of touch with over time.
But I find it somehow comforting. There's so much life out there, and it's amazing to think that as I look out, there is probably something else looking back.
I also have a miniature planetarium that I've never managed to get working before due to battery size, but now I do. Sadly the batteries seem to wear out rather quickly, but I can work with that. It's like a see-through globe with a bulb in the middle that represents the earth and the globe is covered in constellations. There are glow-in-the-dark dots on the surface that represent the brightest stars so they are visible even when the light is off.
As I said, it's comforting. Especially since Kirk said Vulcan is located near the left star of the belt of Orion. So when I see that constellation, I know where it is.
And one of my best mates might be giving me his space-theme bed set because he has a different sized bed now. It glows in the dark too, which is fantastic.
In non-space related news, I appear to be passing very well!
On the bus yesterday I was sprawled across two chairs, reading on my phone, and this loudly talking obnoxious guy came over and said 'can I sit here?' while actually moving my bag for me before I had time to react. Rude.
But he said 'thanks lady' or something as I adjusted so he could sit down, and I just accepted it with an inward sigh but the bloke's female friend said 'you can't say that!' and he answered 'oh, it's a bloke? Really sorry, mate.'
I cannot tell you how happy I was. I just smiled, said it was alright, and kept my head down, worried that if I looked up too much my softish features would give me away. I did feel him staring a few times but I got away with it, I think. He had also commented 'well I can't tell any more', which was probably a comment on how androgynous people are these days, especially my age group, but Jesus, he really believed it. I passed to one of the most stereotypical male specimens I've ever seen.
The woman had even heard me talking to my mate, so knowing my voice didn't even give me away as trans* is fantastic.
And when I got home mum got me powder to make chocolate milkshake because we have too much milk. I have been ordered to drink lots. In the words of Mr Chekov, I can do zat.
Tomorrow I'm going to Reading while Moony celebrates Midsummer with her best friend, and I took today off school because I'm working on a transcript that's going to take me a very long time (18 pages, each page takes half an hour and I've only done 1) I decided I could take the time. I only have Critical Thinking and we don't actually study that any more.
And my brother is away for four weeks meaning his girlfriend and him can't get incredibly intimate while I'm just next door trying to pretend I can't hear anything.
So who knows. For now, at least, I'm in a good place.
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