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So it's 3:00 and I'm not close to being finished with my paper that's due at 9:00 but I cannot focus for the life of me, mostly because of the (4) amazing and completely unexpected events of the past weekend. I don't want to go into them now, but I did want to share one particularly weird event.
Have you ever had an experience in which you feel like your watching yourself from the outside? Or something like that... I definitely had that last night. I felt so "grown-up" it was scary... and it's not like I think of myself as a teenager still, just not like a mature adult. I definitely felt like the quintessential ann arbor yuppy.
So there I was, all dressed up going to see an Indie film at the State Theatre. Then coming out of the theatre and walking down the streets of Ann Arbor with his arms around me. Then coming back here to the apartment, and discussing things like Van Gogh, Maoist politics, and the tragedies and comedies of our lives over candlelight and a bottle of wine...
and I kept thinking, what the hell... this is so sweet, but at the same time, who am I? Is this really happening? I mean, I am the one who drinks $3 40's on the porch, who gets a kick out of penis stethoscopes, who plays video games on 'dates', and there I was...
Have you ever had an experience in which you feel like your watching yourself from the outside? Or something like that... I definitely had that last night. I felt so "grown-up" it was scary... and it's not like I think of myself as a teenager still, just not like a mature adult. I definitely felt like the quintessential ann arbor yuppy.
So there I was, all dressed up going to see an Indie film at the State Theatre. Then coming out of the theatre and walking down the streets of Ann Arbor with his arms around me. Then coming back here to the apartment, and discussing things like Van Gogh, Maoist politics, and the tragedies and comedies of our lives over candlelight and a bottle of wine...
and I kept thinking, what the hell... this is so sweet, but at the same time, who am I? Is this really happening? I mean, I am the one who drinks $3 40's on the porch, who gets a kick out of penis stethoscopes, who plays video games on 'dates', and there I was...