"You should be more dedicated to getting venerial diseases"
Looking back, though it did not begin promisingly, today has been quite fantastic. I think Captain Optimism maybe made her appearance today, as well as operation smile. Together they blessed my life. I think that counts. Absolutely it counts. Which isn't to say that they didn't bless other lives as well but I neither know the truth of that statement, nor feel that one thing precludes the other. Also on the spiritual gifts front, I think I utilized a gift for listening, focusing, and paying attention today to help Spitz. But I think I'll just give you my typical "day run-down" and explain everything as I get to it.
Which means beginning with the beginning and when I get to the end stop.
Funnily enough, that is very applicable advice for me here on my blog. But anyway, the beginning is that this morning, as with every morning recently, it was a beast getting out of bed. I woke from the a non-restful sleep of the dead this morning at 10 to an over-all feeling of crudiness. So, instead of getting up and showering, or at least doing my Russian homework for the day, I just watched movie trailers. Turns out there is a new Nora Ephron movie coming out that looks like fun. Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin, and Steve Martin. I hope Meryl and Steve end up together. And I love that she's making movies for her own generation still, which means romances for older people. It's just so wonderful. Anyway, I finally wrested myself out of bed and got ready for the day. I decided today was a day to look good, just because I'd felt so under the weather all morning. So I wore my green bursty top (which sorta makes me look pregnant, but we don't talk about that) with jeans and high heels, which is a big deal cause I don't ever wear heels. And I did my hair and makeup and wore cute jewelry. I think I looked cute. Anyway...
I ended up walking to a from school barefoot cause of the heels but it was totaly ok. I actually quite enjoy going barefoot. When I got on campus I put my shoes back on. Russian class was not as much fun as the other day, but still perfectly bearable. Then, after class I headed over to the swing booth. I've stopped by a few times before and its nice. I like to go after class. I got there right as Little Japanese Guy was leaving for class so it was just Spitz and I for the next hour. Much of that hour was dedicated to the truly harrowing tale of his car accident of about 3 years ago, but some of it was also dedicated to interesting things like his shaving habbits and the eccentricities of people in conversation. Without going into what would likely be a never ending sea of details I will simply suffice myself by saying that I really like Spitz. He's an utterly sweet guy. The best evidence of this being the fact that, after LJG returned from class Spitz left rather abruptly, but when I got home some hours later there was a message waiting for me on facebook appologizing for leaving so quickly and giving me a virtual *hug* goodbye because he knows I miss when he doesn't do so. What a sweetheart!
About half an hour through Spitz' and my conversation I made the unsettling discovery, however, that the jazz piano I could hear whenever there was a pause in our swing music was coming from none other than the fella playing on the Terrace. Really?! I tried to be good and in the next hour I only checked to make sure he was still there three times I think. This restraint was much harder to maintain when LJG and I had a pretty sweet dance just before I left. It's about time, by the way, for me to have a decent dance with LJG. I was dancing in my bare feet (those heels again...I could have died!) and I picked up a lot more (not all...) of his leads, I think because my feet weren't sliding which forced me to pick them up. I can get a little lazy with my footwork. But anyway, after our dance I sat for a few more minutes but decided I'd better be heading home. The fella was still there, so I decided that I would go and just say hi. Because part of our discussion was about just being friends, and I had no reason to be embarassed, and it is a polite thing to do. So I walked over and bless his heart, when he started to have that horrid fake smile when he saw me he caught himself and turned it into a real smile. At least we know of one good thing that came out of that conversation--he's willing to act friendly when he sees me. Which he really was. Like I said, he smiled and said hello and asked where i was headed. We only chatted for a moment (well done me!) and then I left him. My first contact post confession and I feel that it was a success. There may be hope to salvage a normal friendship someday.
Walk home and then I was faced with the prospect of filling my time till 8 when I was supposed to go over to Laura's for P&P. I hate long spaces of waiting time like that. They generally tend to suck the energy out of me and leave me feeling restless and depressed. But as it turns out, the third season of The IT Crowd is now available streaming from Netflix! Wa-hooooo! So, after I ate a delightful repast of tomatoes and cottage cheese, I settled in for some good laughs ("Damn you electric sex pants!") Oh, but first, as I was eating my cottage cheese and tomatoes, I got a call from Annie inviting me to attend a Guy Fawkes party with her instead of Laura's P&P party. In all honesty this sounded like more fun, but I felt quite bad about ditching Laura, so I sent her a text asking her how she would feel about me ducking out. THEN I settled in for the laughing. Three episodes later Laura still hasn't texted me back, so I send her another saying that I think I'm going to go with Annie to her party for about an hour, and then come catch the last hour of P&P. About half an hour later I get a text saying that she is cancelling. I felt really bad. I hope she wasn't abandoned by everyone or anything. But what can you do?
So, just after I text Laura and then Annie telling her I'm going to go with her I get a call from...wait for it..........Lil' Brudder! What what??!! He wants to know if I would like to go to Battle of the Bands tonight? Well, not really, especially as I already have two other places I'm supposed to be tonight. Where else could I be going? Pride and Prejudice or a Guy Fawkes Party? Those sound totaly lame! I should go to Battle of the Bands with him instead. Well...unfortunately I already said I was going, so I can't. He would be welcome to come with me though. Unfortunately he cannot. That's too bad. He'll try to catch me earlier next time. Yes, please, and I'll see him tomorrow, right? Of course!
So...did you guys catch that that was a date? Because I totaly missed it until I got off the phone. Lil' Brudder just asked me on a date, I think! This is momentous for a couple of reasons. First, because Lil' Brudder, probably my favorite lead ever, asked me on a date! But equally significant, do you guys realize that this is only the second time I've ever actually been asked on a date??! The first being the disasterous date of death with Fua the Samoan. I got off the phone and Tori was like "WHAT??!! Why did you say no?! Annie would have understood! What is wrong with you?!" I know Annie would absolutely have understood, but the thing is, I really wasn't interested in going to Battle of the Bands and like I said, I didn't even realize it was a date until I got off the phone and realized he'd said the words "next time". But just the fact that I was asked made my night just a little bit (minus the little and plus a lot!) happier. That knowledge would drift across my mind every so often and make me smile.
Around 6:30 Annie invited me to come over and have some truly delicious pork pot stickers, Around 7, after I finished my last episode of Roy and Moss joy I headed over. She was appropriately excited about my almost date for the night and told me, like Tori, that I ought to have said yes. Ah well. A little bit more discussion, sending Mary Kate out the door on her date, and then we were off, first to DI, back to pick up Clemence (sp??), and then off to the party at last.
There were more people there in the end than I am entirely comfortable with. But it was still quite nice. There were quite a few very friendly people with whom Annie and I talked. Phinneas, cool glasses girl, and Dima. Dima was the one responsible for the post title. I quite liked him. Annie, on the other hand, seemed to derive most of her entertainment from daring me to say outrageous seeming things to people. Outrageous seeming to her at least. Like, there was a very tall fellow named Ivan who was wearing cutoff pants that I said looked like pirate pants. I made this observation to Annie and she immediately dared me to go and say it to him, which, of course, I did. This happened a couple more times. It seems Annie enjoyed this game.
After the party we all came back to Annie's apartment and then had about three hours of utterly girly talk that just ministered to my soul, silly as that sounds. We talked all about boys and such, but it was just lovely. Mary Kate returned from her date and joined us, and Annie made popcorn. Seriously fun. I am so glad I'm getting to know Clemence better. What a great girl! It was just the sort of conversation I don't often have and it was just right. Very companionable.
Around 1:30 I came home to discover Melody, Enji, and Marcus talking in the living room. Melody said I looked quite happy and wanted to know how my evening had gone. So then we all shared what we'd done for the night. Marcus is a sweet guy. And he seems to have a hidden sense of humor that peeks out at the most divine moments. And Melody and I both ended up talking about getting asked out on dates so it was just like more girl talk, only with Marcus which made exactly zero difference. Like I said, he's a great guy. I was surprised to find out that he's quite shy actually. He just seems to feel so comfortable in our apartment because he spends so much time here working with Enji and the missionaries. The funny thing is that even though I rarely spend time with them, this comfort seems to include me as well. Nice for me though.
Well, the time has come to wrap this beast up. My eyes are closing against my will and my language is starting to deteriorate. So, for tonight I'll bid you adieu. As ever, I shall keep you updated.
Which means beginning with the beginning and when I get to the end stop.
Funnily enough, that is very applicable advice for me here on my blog. But anyway, the beginning is that this morning, as with every morning recently, it was a beast getting out of bed. I woke from the a non-restful sleep of the dead this morning at 10 to an over-all feeling of crudiness. So, instead of getting up and showering, or at least doing my Russian homework for the day, I just watched movie trailers. Turns out there is a new Nora Ephron movie coming out that looks like fun. Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin, and Steve Martin. I hope Meryl and Steve end up together. And I love that she's making movies for her own generation still, which means romances for older people. It's just so wonderful. Anyway, I finally wrested myself out of bed and got ready for the day. I decided today was a day to look good, just because I'd felt so under the weather all morning. So I wore my green bursty top (which sorta makes me look pregnant, but we don't talk about that) with jeans and high heels, which is a big deal cause I don't ever wear heels. And I did my hair and makeup and wore cute jewelry. I think I looked cute. Anyway...
I ended up walking to a from school barefoot cause of the heels but it was totaly ok. I actually quite enjoy going barefoot. When I got on campus I put my shoes back on. Russian class was not as much fun as the other day, but still perfectly bearable. Then, after class I headed over to the swing booth. I've stopped by a few times before and its nice. I like to go after class. I got there right as Little Japanese Guy was leaving for class so it was just Spitz and I for the next hour. Much of that hour was dedicated to the truly harrowing tale of his car accident of about 3 years ago, but some of it was also dedicated to interesting things like his shaving habbits and the eccentricities of people in conversation. Without going into what would likely be a never ending sea of details I will simply suffice myself by saying that I really like Spitz. He's an utterly sweet guy. The best evidence of this being the fact that, after LJG returned from class Spitz left rather abruptly, but when I got home some hours later there was a message waiting for me on facebook appologizing for leaving so quickly and giving me a virtual *hug* goodbye because he knows I miss when he doesn't do so. What a sweetheart!
About half an hour through Spitz' and my conversation I made the unsettling discovery, however, that the jazz piano I could hear whenever there was a pause in our swing music was coming from none other than the fella playing on the Terrace. Really?! I tried to be good and in the next hour I only checked to make sure he was still there three times I think. This restraint was much harder to maintain when LJG and I had a pretty sweet dance just before I left. It's about time, by the way, for me to have a decent dance with LJG. I was dancing in my bare feet (those heels again...I could have died!) and I picked up a lot more (not all...) of his leads, I think because my feet weren't sliding which forced me to pick them up. I can get a little lazy with my footwork. But anyway, after our dance I sat for a few more minutes but decided I'd better be heading home. The fella was still there, so I decided that I would go and just say hi. Because part of our discussion was about just being friends, and I had no reason to be embarassed, and it is a polite thing to do. So I walked over and bless his heart, when he started to have that horrid fake smile when he saw me he caught himself and turned it into a real smile. At least we know of one good thing that came out of that conversation--he's willing to act friendly when he sees me. Which he really was. Like I said, he smiled and said hello and asked where i was headed. We only chatted for a moment (well done me!) and then I left him. My first contact post confession and I feel that it was a success. There may be hope to salvage a normal friendship someday.
Walk home and then I was faced with the prospect of filling my time till 8 when I was supposed to go over to Laura's for P&P. I hate long spaces of waiting time like that. They generally tend to suck the energy out of me and leave me feeling restless and depressed. But as it turns out, the third season of The IT Crowd is now available streaming from Netflix! Wa-hooooo! So, after I ate a delightful repast of tomatoes and cottage cheese, I settled in for some good laughs ("Damn you electric sex pants!") Oh, but first, as I was eating my cottage cheese and tomatoes, I got a call from Annie inviting me to attend a Guy Fawkes party with her instead of Laura's P&P party. In all honesty this sounded like more fun, but I felt quite bad about ditching Laura, so I sent her a text asking her how she would feel about me ducking out. THEN I settled in for the laughing. Three episodes later Laura still hasn't texted me back, so I send her another saying that I think I'm going to go with Annie to her party for about an hour, and then come catch the last hour of P&P. About half an hour later I get a text saying that she is cancelling. I felt really bad. I hope she wasn't abandoned by everyone or anything. But what can you do?
So, just after I text Laura and then Annie telling her I'm going to go with her I get a call from...wait for it..........Lil' Brudder! What what??!! He wants to know if I would like to go to Battle of the Bands tonight? Well, not really, especially as I already have two other places I'm supposed to be tonight. Where else could I be going? Pride and Prejudice or a Guy Fawkes Party? Those sound totaly lame! I should go to Battle of the Bands with him instead. Well...unfortunately I already said I was going, so I can't. He would be welcome to come with me though. Unfortunately he cannot. That's too bad. He'll try to catch me earlier next time. Yes, please, and I'll see him tomorrow, right? Of course!
So...did you guys catch that that was a date? Because I totaly missed it until I got off the phone. Lil' Brudder just asked me on a date, I think! This is momentous for a couple of reasons. First, because Lil' Brudder, probably my favorite lead ever, asked me on a date! But equally significant, do you guys realize that this is only the second time I've ever actually been asked on a date??! The first being the disasterous date of death with Fua the Samoan. I got off the phone and Tori was like "WHAT??!! Why did you say no?! Annie would have understood! What is wrong with you?!" I know Annie would absolutely have understood, but the thing is, I really wasn't interested in going to Battle of the Bands and like I said, I didn't even realize it was a date until I got off the phone and realized he'd said the words "next time". But just the fact that I was asked made my night just a little bit (minus the little and plus a lot!) happier. That knowledge would drift across my mind every so often and make me smile.
Around 6:30 Annie invited me to come over and have some truly delicious pork pot stickers, Around 7, after I finished my last episode of Roy and Moss joy I headed over. She was appropriately excited about my almost date for the night and told me, like Tori, that I ought to have said yes. Ah well. A little bit more discussion, sending Mary Kate out the door on her date, and then we were off, first to DI, back to pick up Clemence (sp??), and then off to the party at last.
There were more people there in the end than I am entirely comfortable with. But it was still quite nice. There were quite a few very friendly people with whom Annie and I talked. Phinneas, cool glasses girl, and Dima. Dima was the one responsible for the post title. I quite liked him. Annie, on the other hand, seemed to derive most of her entertainment from daring me to say outrageous seeming things to people. Outrageous seeming to her at least. Like, there was a very tall fellow named Ivan who was wearing cutoff pants that I said looked like pirate pants. I made this observation to Annie and she immediately dared me to go and say it to him, which, of course, I did. This happened a couple more times. It seems Annie enjoyed this game.
After the party we all came back to Annie's apartment and then had about three hours of utterly girly talk that just ministered to my soul, silly as that sounds. We talked all about boys and such, but it was just lovely. Mary Kate returned from her date and joined us, and Annie made popcorn. Seriously fun. I am so glad I'm getting to know Clemence better. What a great girl! It was just the sort of conversation I don't often have and it was just right. Very companionable.
Around 1:30 I came home to discover Melody, Enji, and Marcus talking in the living room. Melody said I looked quite happy and wanted to know how my evening had gone. So then we all shared what we'd done for the night. Marcus is a sweet guy. And he seems to have a hidden sense of humor that peeks out at the most divine moments. And Melody and I both ended up talking about getting asked out on dates so it was just like more girl talk, only with Marcus which made exactly zero difference. Like I said, he's a great guy. I was surprised to find out that he's quite shy actually. He just seems to feel so comfortable in our apartment because he spends so much time here working with Enji and the missionaries. The funny thing is that even though I rarely spend time with them, this comfort seems to include me as well. Nice for me though.
Well, the time has come to wrap this beast up. My eyes are closing against my will and my language is starting to deteriorate. So, for tonight I'll bid you adieu. As ever, I shall keep you updated.