"So get your leather, leather, leather, leather on"
Today Dad and I made the drive out to my Aunt Bobbi and Uncle Frank's lake house in South Bend. I didn't realize how much I needed to just relax til we went out for a half hour on their pontoon. I just closed my eyes, soaked up some sun, and I could feel so much physical tension melt right out of muscles. It was glorious.
I have started a new painting, a mildly abstract nude. The form looks good so far; it's all the background and its concept that's tripping me up. This is going to be my first long-term painting, I think. She's going to take a lot of reworking.
Other good things, just so I can get to bed and not get unsleepy via too much writing:
1. My first beginner enrollment!
2. Biker Night party
3. Making real, tangible in my smooth dancing
4. Fun teaching on Saturday
5. The Star Trek movies we've been watching as of late
6. Picking out what furniture I'm taking to my new apartment!
7. My fattened paychecks
8. The new season of So You Think You Can Dance
9. Not biting my fingernails (thank you, month of acrylic nails!)
10. Going out on the town for this "Destination Unknown" party on Friday!
On a crappier note, Killeen seems to be officially done with me in all respects. I can't blame her; I treated really shittily with no good excuse. I was just hopeful because she was still getting in contact with me for a while after things hit the fan, so I thought she might be incredible, unjustifiably forgiving and agree to try being friends. But last week she sent me a long stream of angry text messages out of the blue one afternoon, and I've not been able to get a hold of her since. I sent one very long facebook message that basically said that I understand that she needs to and has the right to vent at me about what a jerk I've been, but that I didn't know how to translate that into some sort productive action on my part, and if she had any idea what such action might be that I would bend over backwards to do whatever she asked. Again, no response to any of that. So I'm going to give it a couple more shots this week, but at least I will know that after my big screw-up, I did what I could to try and salvage something out her and I. I've been trying to make amends, and so even if she can't or won't forgive me, I'll know I tried my hardest to show sincere remorse to her. That's all I can really do, and I feel like so far I've done that.