Lots of stuff
So, yesterday I did nothing that I planned on doing. I didn't go to the show with Nina because I didn't feel very well and I didn't watch my netflix. I spent last night in a daze. I played Scrabble with my roommate (and won. . go me), got ready for bed, and stared at my celing in deep thought. For a good hour I talked out loud to Nick as if he were next to me. Things I haven't said to anyone I said to him. It was like confession. He wouldn't judge me or shame me, but he would listen attentively. I thought about how we mark things with numbers and dates. October 7th will be the anniversary of Kerrie's death, July 25th for Nick, July 21st for Mum and so on and so forth. I mourn these people on a daily basis and I don't really need a date to make me think of them. I get scared of those dates like I do the date of a final exam. I was watching this thing on the news about people planning their funerals like they plan a wedding. More and more people are seeing funerals as a celebration of life and not the sadness of a death. I think I will start feeling that way. I mean, I'm sure the people I love who died wouldn't want me crying over their loss all the time. They'd want me to picture them the way they were and hold those memories for eternity. It's like taking a photograph and burning it into your memory. When I die I want people to remember me for who I was and who I plan to be in my next life. I mean I have no idea what happens when we die, but I'm not scared of it really. I think that used to creep my friends out, the fact I'm not scared to die. It isn't a morbid thing to say. I'm just not terrified of the unknown, I accept it. When I go. . I go. I hope I have a cool rebirth though. Come back as an astronaut. Now that would rule.
On to new business and some pet peaves. Brad is back to work after his horrible bike accident. He's getting surgery on his shoulder this week. The poor guy broke his collarbone. . ouch. I missed him so I'm glad he's back! He can make fun of Cindy and the new weirdo with me. Plans for this week include: lunch with Nina today for girl chat, reading and relaxing tonight since I'm broke, Bloc Party at the Pavilion on Friday with Erik, Clerks 2 this weekend with Matt, laundry at some point. Yea. . pretty standard. My best friend Nicole is supposed to come visit in August sometime. I'm rather excited for that. I caught her up on life last night on the phone. She's down at the Jersey Shore with our gal pals Cara and Magda. How I miss those chicas. As for the pet peaves. . here is a new one: when fat couples hold hands while walking down narrow sidewalks at snails pace when foot traffic is busy. I experience this a lot, but when people are trying to walk to work being stuck behind these people drives you nuts. Fine. . show your love for each other. BUT if you know you both are large and the sidewalk is small and there is a crowd of people behind you. . .break up the love fest and let people by! Or at least speed it up a tad. Cripes. Ok. .that's all. This entry is long enough.
On to new business and some pet peaves. Brad is back to work after his horrible bike accident. He's getting surgery on his shoulder this week. The poor guy broke his collarbone. . ouch. I missed him so I'm glad he's back! He can make fun of Cindy and the new weirdo with me. Plans for this week include: lunch with Nina today for girl chat, reading and relaxing tonight since I'm broke, Bloc Party at the Pavilion on Friday with Erik, Clerks 2 this weekend with Matt, laundry at some point. Yea. . pretty standard. My best friend Nicole is supposed to come visit in August sometime. I'm rather excited for that. I caught her up on life last night on the phone. She's down at the Jersey Shore with our gal pals Cara and Magda. How I miss those chicas. As for the pet peaves. . here is a new one: when fat couples hold hands while walking down narrow sidewalks at snails pace when foot traffic is busy. I experience this a lot, but when people are trying to walk to work being stuck behind these people drives you nuts. Fine. . show your love for each other. BUT if you know you both are large and the sidewalk is small and there is a crowd of people behind you. . .break up the love fest and let people by! Or at least speed it up a tad. Cripes. Ok. .that's all. This entry is long enough.