year of newness
went into new years with low expectations.
but it was sunny on sunday, and so i started to relax and become the self i lose in the dark days. dyed my hair blue-black and wore a frivolous new shirt. felt good, looked good. met a new interesting person at the coffee shop. went home and drew, listening to old cds i havent played in ages, like a bunch of first and second wave ska. danced in the kitchen.
really, i just wanted to hear arcade fire, but didnt have it. we listened to it later and i was happy.
NYE
went to nicks for an ill-attended last minute supper thing. i had some other invites, but wasnt that into any of them. i find it somewhat absurd that the people who suggested it two days before (read: you should have a party at your place! um. okay...) never showed. one for legitimate health reasons, one inexplicably. ah well. we had a good time.
listened to her friend brians compilations of answering machine messages swiped from thrift stores, adn talked about stuff. it was nice to have an extended conversation with him. hes cool. most of her friends are, but its good to confirm that she has good taste. i also like watching her interact with people i know she likes. i forget that she has a tendancy to act in a way that people on the outside would probably percieve as downright rude, especially if she likes and trusts you. she just dispenses with politeness, especially when shes tired. i have been kind of hypersensitive to that lately. it still annoys me sometimes, when i am already feeling ugly and annoying and think shes just being mean, but its good to know its also a weird sort of measure of affection.
helen arrived, we missed the ball drop, and we ended up watching a terrible bollywood movie instead. i say terrible not because of the bizarre late 80's fashion and montage/camera work, despite clearly having been made within this decade, but rather because it involved very little actual singing and dancing, and most of that was the ambiguaously gay male leads doing boy band moves. no songs for the last hour at least! i felt cheated.
highlight was nicoles running commentary of a vaguely kinky montage (a blindfold! omg!) as i cut helens hair into a very cute bob while being pelted with chips.
other highlight was a very nice well-post midnight kiss :)
NYD
woke up surprisingly early to a lovely sunny day. nice new years message on my bananaphone from mike and tif and the eastenders. dressed up for no good reason (the new hair seems to demand a higher level of snappiness...) and went for coffee. i dont know what made me think they would be open. called mike and tif, and discovered that i had been invited via email i never read for brunch at their place, so i biked out there. it was a blissful ride. delicious and copious food was had, and then we settled in to watch a glitchy dvd of a christmas story, which mike had never seen in thirty years of life in north america. shocking, i know.
after, it was four already, so we headed to the park for a rousing game of frisbee until it started to rain. a game of cranium was played as i started to wane. pizza ordered and mikes spiffy new dark crystal dvd, but i wasnt feelin it, so i headed home.
have been cleaning and doing laundry while mona hangs out with a friend. feels nice, taking care of home things. i think i am socialized out. brunch with bryan tomorrow will complete my new year, i think. he told his parents about me moving out. it went okay i guess. everyone is surprised we managed for so long in that space, but really, what choice did we have? his dad did suggest that he needed to 'get me back', so he outed us as poly as well. just to really fuck with their paradigm. i kinda wish i could have been a fly on the wall (as mom says) for that one. i also find it funny that his dads plan for 'getting me back' involved bryan making more money. as if that wasnt, uh, kind of part of the problem....
i try not to put much stake in how new years passes, but in this case, i hope that its a good omen. i feel pretty good about the coming year.
but it was sunny on sunday, and so i started to relax and become the self i lose in the dark days. dyed my hair blue-black and wore a frivolous new shirt. felt good, looked good. met a new interesting person at the coffee shop. went home and drew, listening to old cds i havent played in ages, like a bunch of first and second wave ska. danced in the kitchen.
really, i just wanted to hear arcade fire, but didnt have it. we listened to it later and i was happy.
NYE
went to nicks for an ill-attended last minute supper thing. i had some other invites, but wasnt that into any of them. i find it somewhat absurd that the people who suggested it two days before (read: you should have a party at your place! um. okay...) never showed. one for legitimate health reasons, one inexplicably. ah well. we had a good time.
listened to her friend brians compilations of answering machine messages swiped from thrift stores, adn talked about stuff. it was nice to have an extended conversation with him. hes cool. most of her friends are, but its good to confirm that she has good taste. i also like watching her interact with people i know she likes. i forget that she has a tendancy to act in a way that people on the outside would probably percieve as downright rude, especially if she likes and trusts you. she just dispenses with politeness, especially when shes tired. i have been kind of hypersensitive to that lately. it still annoys me sometimes, when i am already feeling ugly and annoying and think shes just being mean, but its good to know its also a weird sort of measure of affection.
helen arrived, we missed the ball drop, and we ended up watching a terrible bollywood movie instead. i say terrible not because of the bizarre late 80's fashion and montage/camera work, despite clearly having been made within this decade, but rather because it involved very little actual singing and dancing, and most of that was the ambiguaously gay male leads doing boy band moves. no songs for the last hour at least! i felt cheated.
highlight was nicoles running commentary of a vaguely kinky montage (a blindfold! omg!) as i cut helens hair into a very cute bob while being pelted with chips.
other highlight was a very nice well-post midnight kiss :)
NYD
woke up surprisingly early to a lovely sunny day. nice new years message on my bananaphone from mike and tif and the eastenders. dressed up for no good reason (the new hair seems to demand a higher level of snappiness...) and went for coffee. i dont know what made me think they would be open. called mike and tif, and discovered that i had been invited via email i never read for brunch at their place, so i biked out there. it was a blissful ride. delicious and copious food was had, and then we settled in to watch a glitchy dvd of a christmas story, which mike had never seen in thirty years of life in north america. shocking, i know.
after, it was four already, so we headed to the park for a rousing game of frisbee until it started to rain. a game of cranium was played as i started to wane. pizza ordered and mikes spiffy new dark crystal dvd, but i wasnt feelin it, so i headed home.
have been cleaning and doing laundry while mona hangs out with a friend. feels nice, taking care of home things. i think i am socialized out. brunch with bryan tomorrow will complete my new year, i think. he told his parents about me moving out. it went okay i guess. everyone is surprised we managed for so long in that space, but really, what choice did we have? his dad did suggest that he needed to 'get me back', so he outed us as poly as well. just to really fuck with their paradigm. i kinda wish i could have been a fly on the wall (as mom says) for that one. i also find it funny that his dads plan for 'getting me back' involved bryan making more money. as if that wasnt, uh, kind of part of the problem....
i try not to put much stake in how new years passes, but in this case, i hope that its a good omen. i feel pretty good about the coming year.