You know who your true friends are when they try to stop you from flirting with a guy at a party because they know him from somewhere and know that he is definitely, certainly, probably a Republican and thusly totally wrong for you.
And although I didn’t listen, I still appreciate their concern.
Life is a series of moments where you realize that here on out, things have to be different. And you promise yourself they will be. Sometimes you keep those promises, sometimes you don’t, sometimes you didn’t seriously think you’d keep them in the first place, but it felt good to say that you would.
To say the past week has been surreal doesn’t quite describe it, but I have never had so many moments that absolutely blew my mind in so short a time span.
I’ve discovered amazing traits in my friends that I’d never seen before, I’ve learned a lot about my own capabilities, I’ve perhaps missed my chance with a truly amazing guy, I’ve been charmed by another and have no idea what will come of it, I’ve done a few crazy things I’d never done before, and I’ve seen a few inspiringly beautiful sights.
My roommate and I went to see Garden State tonight. It was an amazing movie, full of gorgeous visuals and perfect quirky moments. And when the movie was over and we left the theatre, the streets were all flooded and it was raining in big, fat, amazing drops. I turned up the cuffs of my jeans and tightened my shoelaces before sprinting two blocks to the car. By the time we got there, we were drenched head to toe. By the time we got home, I was too impressed by the rain to go inside.
When it’s raining really hard and you look straight up into the sky, it’s the most amazing thing you’ll ever see, at least until a raindrop hits you in the eye and you have to blink.
After I went inside, I stripped off all my clothes and took a shower and had one of those moments where I made a few big promises to myself. I really hope that I’ll keep my word on this set, because after daydreaming how things will be now countless times, it feels like something might actually be at stake this time. Why? I can’t really say. But I’m ready to really mean it this time.
If anyone wants to party with the nerds tomorrow night, we’ll be out looking for trouble. Interested parties should email me for directions to the house party we’re aiming for.
After 2+ years of being a lazy bum and draining my college fund, I am employed once more.
My geek skillz have earned me a job in the video editing lab, where I will get paid to play with Macs.
Life is good.
A few days of internet-less desperation, and I learned how to knit backwards so that I can work even faster while watching marathons of The Sopranos on DVD.
But then the resident Catholic, while purging all her boxes of junk, gave me a poster of Saint Claire, who I’m told is the patron saint of the internet. And once Saint Claire was posted on my desk where she can gaze down on my Powerbook, magically–er, divinely–everything started working again, a week and a half before it was expected to.
Spooky.
After my first day back in class, a few things notes:
I’ve been thinking that
it would be way awesome if
Al Gore was my dad
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