athleticism, nervousness, promising events, and depression...topics o' the day
I am such a dork. Y'know what I've done today? Read. And watch the Wimbledon Quaterfinals. (Amelie Mauresmo is an absolutely AMAZING tennis player. I used to pay more attention to the guys...Agassi was a favorite; but watching these women makes me want to get off my mediocre tennis-playing ass and win the world championships of the world's greatest sport. Or maybe I'll just go fix myself a sandwich and read some more of High Fidelity.)
Anywho...tomorrow is "the" day. I'm driving to Andalusia to spend the entire weekend with Daniel and his family. I'm incredibly nervous. This is a big "I'm serious" move...I mean, you don't spend four days with your boyfriend's family unless you're serious, right? And for some reason, this thought scares me more than I can possibly express. I wish I could take Molly with me, but that would mean stopping every half hour and repeating the same scenario - she would sniff every tree, shrub, animal, etc., before deciding that she did not, in fact, have to pee, and other than the fact that she got to smell some new stuff, the entire ten-minute stop would have been a complete waste. Travelling with a puppy just isn't worth the trouble.
Oh yeah. And next Tuesday is (drumroll, please)...Lauren's birthday. I have something in mind, but I cannot disclose that information as of yet, as she has been known to read my LJ from time to time. It's gonna be good, though. Trust me.
I put away my copy of Either/Or when I heard about Elliott Smith's suicide. I decided today, however, that it's pointless to just let a good CD sit on the shelf, so I listened to it again. Ahh...memories. By the way, in case anyone was surprised by his suicide (and how afterwards the entire world became aware of his massive drug problems)...listen to some of the lyrics ("shoot me up / it's my life"), and it won't be such a shocker anymore.
It's funny how you see things coming, but at the same time, you don't.
Anywho...tomorrow is "the" day. I'm driving to Andalusia to spend the entire weekend with Daniel and his family. I'm incredibly nervous. This is a big "I'm serious" move...I mean, you don't spend four days with your boyfriend's family unless you're serious, right? And for some reason, this thought scares me more than I can possibly express. I wish I could take Molly with me, but that would mean stopping every half hour and repeating the same scenario - she would sniff every tree, shrub, animal, etc., before deciding that she did not, in fact, have to pee, and other than the fact that she got to smell some new stuff, the entire ten-minute stop would have been a complete waste. Travelling with a puppy just isn't worth the trouble.
Oh yeah. And next Tuesday is (drumroll, please)...Lauren's birthday. I have something in mind, but I cannot disclose that information as of yet, as she has been known to read my LJ from time to time. It's gonna be good, though. Trust me.
I put away my copy of Either/Or when I heard about Elliott Smith's suicide. I decided today, however, that it's pointless to just let a good CD sit on the shelf, so I listened to it again. Ahh...memories. By the way, in case anyone was surprised by his suicide (and how afterwards the entire world became aware of his massive drug problems)...listen to some of the lyrics ("shoot me up / it's my life"), and it won't be such a shocker anymore.
It's funny how you see things coming, but at the same time, you don't.