Stupid time change. We were five minutes late for church this morning, all the while thinking that we were 55 minutes early. Now it's 4 pm, and time is flying by even faster than usual on Sunday afternoons. I still have a tonne of things to do before I can go to bed. Luckily I won't want to go to bed until quite late.
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Busy weekend. On Friday I was a good little new media grrrl, updating and fixing some issues with the journal. I cleaned the kitchen, I watched teevee, I put away some clean laundry, I did yoga, and by 8 pm I was about to pop out my eyes with a spoon from the dullness of it all. So I decided to fetch my scarf back from the Anti-Stephen's. At the very least, it would provide a crisp walk on a moonlit night.
Looking back on it all, I think that the walk was the best part of it all. The storytelling at the beginning was cool, but as soon as the booze started to work, my customary melancholy sunk in and became unable to enjoy myself on the superficial level required of me. I was just nonplussed by the whole affair: Kerri rolling j after j, Big Sur on the couch next to me talking some poor girl's head off in the effort to get into her pants, the Anti-Stephen doing a spontaneous and incomprehensible mime act instead of talking to anyone... By the time midnight rolled around, I was more than ready to go home.
I was very cranky the next morning. Hung over, tired, sore, tense from an exhausting week at school and hosting my Red Dollar Days, I was in no mood to do anything cheerfully. But we had a date to see the car that might bear the name HMSS Lassitude, and the current owner had a swim meet at 9:30 a, so we had very little choice but to get up and shut up. He left us the keys for the afternoon and we spent the time getting reacquainted with the joys of gallivanting about the Valley: eating medicinal junk food, snickering at Blade II and picking up a few much-needed vegetables for dinner.
She's a cutely quirky car...old old old, with more than a few rust splotches blooming on the body. Her trunk space is laughable, her engine is way smaller than the hood space and the blinkers are on their last blinks. The electrical system is pretty much dead, and the passenger side door will only lock and unlock by key. All of this sounds exactly right for a first car.
We're doing the paperwork tomorrow.
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After our afternoon of vampire special effects, we put together a stir fry and took it over to J & Miri's apartment for dinner. The two of them are leaving for various parts of the globe in about 2 weeks, so this was one of our last changes to get together and do the two things we do best: talk and eat. I was in an incredibly foul mood right up to the point we walked in the door, but it's impossible to be angry in that house. There's just too much multicoloured art and strange photographs and interestingly-shaped branches and mellow happiness to sustain black thoughts. Unfortunately, I was not able to stay as long as I liked - my digestion has gone to hell ever since I began practicum, and soon I was feeling tired & ill instead of happy & talkative. We went home & I went to bed, doubled up and sad. The good thing is that I wasn't as sick as I thought I'd be. The bad news is that I'm likely to feel this way for another 3 weeks. Ugh.
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3 years ago today: could anything be lacking in this vision of perfection?
