Good News, Bad News, Between News
I had an enjoyable weekend. There were a couple of things about it that kind of don’t sit well with me now because I’ve had time to think about them, so I’m not sure if that’s me being over-analytical about things or if it’s just a natural decompression thing. I did, after all, spend the weekend being sociable and that usually leads to me needing some time to myself to recalibrate.
Geez, I make myself sound like a machine sometimes.
I couldn’t get off work as early as I’d hoped on Friday, so I hit traffic heading across St. Louis. When I arrived, we headed to dinner at a place that served a variety of Asian cuisines (places like that make me suspicious in the whole “Jack of All Trades, Master of None” light, but the bento box I ordered had some delicious tempura, so it worked out in the end).
We capped the evening by seeing Warm Bodies, which I recommend if only for Nicholas Hoult’s shambling zombie run alone (in several shots, Teresa Palmer is all out, hands-flat booking it, and Nicholas Hoult is following her with this goofy zombie run and keeping up), and for Annaleigh Tipton. About an hour into the film, I realized what it really was, and I smacked myself for not realizing it sooner because WOW, the anvils. Seriously, I outright quoted the original source because of the setup of one scene and then went, “Oh, wait.” Still, an awesomely hilarious movie. If you like subversive media and zombies, go see it.
Would’ve been better if some idiots hadn’t bought their two-year-old to a ten o’clock show. *rolls eyes*
Saturday was expensive because we went shopping and I splurged. Miranda told us at dinner on Friday that she doesn’t think she can afford our trip. Nor did she really seem to have any interest in it, which was a tiny bit of a relief. After all, if she’d been genuinely down about missing the opportunity, Agnes and I would’ve felt bad and probably would had offered to postpone the trip (which in reality means we’d probably never take the trip because Miranda would push it off again). But with her being ambivalent, it’s like a blessing that we can leave her behind. So now we’ve got two definite stops for the trip and we’re wavering on Croatia, as that was Miranda’s addition.
On Saturday night, I met a few of Agnes’s local friends for a ladies’ night/spaghetti dinner. Jeremy Renner came up once, but it wasn’t me. I was introduced to dancing games on the Wii, which are apparently a thing, and discovered that I have some sort of secret superpower as a zombie backup-dancer in Thriller. So, you know, if this writing thing doesn’t work out, it’s nice to know I have something to fall back on.
After visiting a local flea market and lunch, I came home yesterday and spent some time with my furry pals, who were all happy to see me. My parents went down to their property in Texas for the weekend, leaving the dogs alone with my sister, so I think they were happy to have another human to bully love on. I think I’m going to avoid Miranda for a few months because she said something that was pretty upsetting this weekend. I know I used to antagonize her on purpose because she was dismissive of me and that was my way of making myself feel important, but the poisonous little barbs still linger on her part and I don’t want to deal with the sticky confrontational mess saying something would cause. It’s just not worth my energy.
Geez, I make myself sound like a machine sometimes.
I couldn’t get off work as early as I’d hoped on Friday, so I hit traffic heading across St. Louis. When I arrived, we headed to dinner at a place that served a variety of Asian cuisines (places like that make me suspicious in the whole “Jack of All Trades, Master of None” light, but the bento box I ordered had some delicious tempura, so it worked out in the end).
We capped the evening by seeing Warm Bodies, which I recommend if only for Nicholas Hoult’s shambling zombie run alone (in several shots, Teresa Palmer is all out, hands-flat booking it, and Nicholas Hoult is following her with this goofy zombie run and keeping up), and for Annaleigh Tipton. About an hour into the film, I realized what it really was, and I smacked myself for not realizing it sooner because WOW, the anvils. Seriously, I outright quoted the original source because of the setup of one scene and then went, “Oh, wait.” Still, an awesomely hilarious movie. If you like subversive media and zombies, go see it.
Would’ve been better if some idiots hadn’t bought their two-year-old to a ten o’clock show. *rolls eyes*
Saturday was expensive because we went shopping and I splurged. Miranda told us at dinner on Friday that she doesn’t think she can afford our trip. Nor did she really seem to have any interest in it, which was a tiny bit of a relief. After all, if she’d been genuinely down about missing the opportunity, Agnes and I would’ve felt bad and probably would had offered to postpone the trip (which in reality means we’d probably never take the trip because Miranda would push it off again). But with her being ambivalent, it’s like a blessing that we can leave her behind. So now we’ve got two definite stops for the trip and we’re wavering on Croatia, as that was Miranda’s addition.
On Saturday night, I met a few of Agnes’s local friends for a ladies’ night/spaghetti dinner. Jeremy Renner came up once, but it wasn’t me. I was introduced to dancing games on the Wii, which are apparently a thing, and discovered that I have some sort of secret superpower as a zombie backup-dancer in Thriller. So, you know, if this writing thing doesn’t work out, it’s nice to know I have something to fall back on.
After visiting a local flea market and lunch, I came home yesterday and spent some time with my furry pals, who were all happy to see me. My parents went down to their property in Texas for the weekend, leaving the dogs alone with my sister, so I think they were happy to have another human to bully love on. I think I’m going to avoid Miranda for a few months because she said something that was pretty upsetting this weekend. I know I used to antagonize her on purpose because she was dismissive of me and that was my way of making myself feel important, but the poisonous little barbs still linger on her part and I don’t want to deal with the sticky confrontational mess saying something would cause. It’s just not worth my energy.