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So. Dad and I were supposed to leave for Nevada yesterday, but he got called for jury duty, so we're probably leaving tomorrow instead. Or the day after. The more I think about this trip, the less fun I realize it will be. At first I thought "yay, trip! trains, distant lands, not being at home! fun!" but the fact is I'm going to be spending about a week in the company of my father, my grandfather, and pretty much no one else. I love 'em both to death, but...let's just say it's going to be interesting. At the least.
I am feeling insanely appreciative of all the women in my life lately. I mean, seriously. Do women not rock out? I feel like giving them all long rambling letters/e-mails/phonecalls/monologues about how much I love them. Which maybe I will. So, prepare yourselves. Perhaps I will declare tomorrow the Unofficial Tell-The-Kickass-Females-In-Your-Life-That-You-Love-Them Day.
Speaking of which, this morning I got a graduation-party invitation from a friend I haven't talked to in about two or three years named Samantha Martin, which was kind of strange and exciting. We were best friends for a while, then I started going to IMS and we just kept seeing less of each other, and then after a few months we went to a movie together with one of her friends, and she told me to call her but I didn't because I felt like she had changed a lot and I wasn't sure if we still fit as friends anymore. (Does that make me a bad person? I don't know.) Anyway, I've been thinking lately that I should have given us more of a chance (this is far less lesbian than I'm making it sound) but not really knowing how to get back in touch with her, especially since I was kind of the one who did the ditching. So anyway, maybe I'll go to this party (which her parents probably made her invite me to, but whatever, I'll take a chance where I can find it) and talk to her and we can be friends again. (Right before she leaves for college in Uzbekistan or something, most likely. But still.)
I am so incredibly sore today. I went to yoga class yesterday for the first time in months, and it was really, really intense- not just because I hadn't been in so long, though, there was just a very intense, cathartic energy to the whole class- people crying even, myself included. Not just because it hurt (and dear god, did it) but something about releasing all the toxicity that'd been building up in my physicality with nowhere to go. It made me feel incredibly strong and incredibly weak at the same time. Afterward the teacher (who I know fairly well through my aunt, who's very good friend with her) gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and thanked me for coming and said she "acknowledged" the progress I'd made that day. Which was really nice, especially since I'd been worrying beforehand about coming to class after such a long time and her noticing that I'd gained weight (not that she'd ever comment on it, but she just seemed so euphoric when she noticed I'd lost weight last summer that it made me worry what she thought of me before), since she's very thin and health-concious and everything. Speaking of which: as of sometime in the near future (Grandpa may get in the way in the too-near future) I am going on a *diet*. Freaky, I know. Not because I'm anorexic or shallow or a victim of popular media, but because dammit, I'm overweight. I have a chart thingy to prove it. And it's not just that I want to be thinner, I just want to be more in shape generally. I've never really been that athletic or really very healthy at all. I actually like excercise, I've just never really gotten that into it. And another thing I've been thinking about lately is how I seem to get stuck in my head, and I can't get out of it, can't stop overthinking and overanalyzing and living in my intellect. And I think that, because of this, it might be good for me to be more in touch with/in control of my body so that I can learn to live in it too, and escape from my head every once in a while.
Anyway, this post is already way too long, and the night is gettin' old. (At least, for people that woke up at seven thirty this morning and are abnormally unable-to-function at anything less than nine hours of sleep.) If you actually read through all this, I congratulate you. You get a special prize. Like, a limerick or something. 'Cause we all know how gifted I am at those.
I really am ending this post now. Later, dearies.
I am feeling insanely appreciative of all the women in my life lately. I mean, seriously. Do women not rock out? I feel like giving them all long rambling letters/e-mails/phonecalls/monologues about how much I love them. Which maybe I will. So, prepare yourselves. Perhaps I will declare tomorrow the Unofficial Tell-The-Kickass-Females-In-Your-Life-That-You-Love-Them Day.
Speaking of which, this morning I got a graduation-party invitation from a friend I haven't talked to in about two or three years named Samantha Martin, which was kind of strange and exciting. We were best friends for a while, then I started going to IMS and we just kept seeing less of each other, and then after a few months we went to a movie together with one of her friends, and she told me to call her but I didn't because I felt like she had changed a lot and I wasn't sure if we still fit as friends anymore. (Does that make me a bad person? I don't know.) Anyway, I've been thinking lately that I should have given us more of a chance (this is far less lesbian than I'm making it sound) but not really knowing how to get back in touch with her, especially since I was kind of the one who did the ditching. So anyway, maybe I'll go to this party (which her parents probably made her invite me to, but whatever, I'll take a chance where I can find it) and talk to her and we can be friends again. (Right before she leaves for college in Uzbekistan or something, most likely. But still.)
I am so incredibly sore today. I went to yoga class yesterday for the first time in months, and it was really, really intense- not just because I hadn't been in so long, though, there was just a very intense, cathartic energy to the whole class- people crying even, myself included. Not just because it hurt (and dear god, did it) but something about releasing all the toxicity that'd been building up in my physicality with nowhere to go. It made me feel incredibly strong and incredibly weak at the same time. Afterward the teacher (who I know fairly well through my aunt, who's very good friend with her) gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and thanked me for coming and said she "acknowledged" the progress I'd made that day. Which was really nice, especially since I'd been worrying beforehand about coming to class after such a long time and her noticing that I'd gained weight (not that she'd ever comment on it, but she just seemed so euphoric when she noticed I'd lost weight last summer that it made me worry what she thought of me before), since she's very thin and health-concious and everything. Speaking of which: as of sometime in the near future (Grandpa may get in the way in the too-near future) I am going on a *diet*. Freaky, I know. Not because I'm anorexic or shallow or a victim of popular media, but because dammit, I'm overweight. I have a chart thingy to prove it. And it's not just that I want to be thinner, I just want to be more in shape generally. I've never really been that athletic or really very healthy at all. I actually like excercise, I've just never really gotten that into it. And another thing I've been thinking about lately is how I seem to get stuck in my head, and I can't get out of it, can't stop overthinking and overanalyzing and living in my intellect. And I think that, because of this, it might be good for me to be more in touch with/in control of my body so that I can learn to live in it too, and escape from my head every once in a while.
Anyway, this post is already way too long, and the night is gettin' old. (At least, for people that woke up at seven thirty this morning and are abnormally unable-to-function at anything less than nine hours of sleep.) If you actually read through all this, I congratulate you. You get a special prize. Like, a limerick or something. 'Cause we all know how gifted I am at those.
I really am ending this post now. Later, dearies.