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I just woke up at 3:42 pm. This is not what I intended to do with my Saturday, but it WAS pretty nice. I was having some strange dream where I had moved to Orcas for the rest of the summer but kept doing everything wrong, and people were getting mad at me, and I kept trying to visit Susan and David and the kids but kept not making it. That wasn't the nice part.
Sleeping in this late was only possible because A) I went to bed at 4 something last night and B) It is not sunny today, so my bed under the window didn't become the little oven that it normally does. I feel like a freshman in college again.
Life has been feeling pretty phenomenal lately. This may be because I have gotten to the point of being busy enough that I'm unable to get everything done, but maybe it is just because work has been fun and I have been doing fun things with the rest of my time as well.
For instance: yesterday, great day. Work was great. For some reason work this week has seemed more fun and each day has gone by really quickly. I'm not sure why. I am still doing all of the same types of things. Yesterday I was really enjoying writing a Request for Buffer Reduction. I'm not sure what's going on. Anyways, work, yes. Jenn left me a sweet voicemail full of elephant jokes. Drove home, Eleanor called!, talked to her for more than an hour before dinner. Salmon for dinner. Fish of the gods. Went over to Paige's to see her new place and meet her new boyfriend. Both were nice. Drank some rum and coke just in time for Devin to pick us up for Pirates of the Caribbean 2. After the movie, he dropped us off at Paige's house and my car. He had told me earlier that he would maybe go to Nate Grimm's party with me after the movie, but clearly he wasn't actually interested. So I went anyways. I'm not above showing up to a party by myself. And I'm glad I'm not, because there were a lot of people there I hadn't seen since highschool and it was good to catch up a bit. After an hour or so of that, I came home and started watching Joe versus the Volcano until I couldn't stay awake on the couch anymore.
That day doesn't sound like nearly as much fun as I was having the whole time.
In further comment on Nate Grimm's party, I would like to say that I am SO HAPPY with all choices I have made thus far, particularly going to a school full of smart people, getting the fuck out of Fort Collins, not being a 22-year-old working at Qdoba, and generally not wasting my life. So many people I talked to were so weirdly self-promoting without much to back it up. Conversation topics fluttered around who makes the most per hour (I think it was 8-something; I chose not to burst their bubble), what types of alcohol people like the most (who still talks about this???), where people have traveled (but not in an interesting way, more like "I've been to Mexico" "Yeah, well I've been to England" "Well, I went to Italy for THREE WEEKS!" I didn't play this game either.), how people felt about Sharon Gee (I even found myself defending her, or at least saying "Hey guys, surely she's not actually that promiscuous. And why do you care?"), and so on. My conversation with Nate was more interesting than that, as he studied abroad recently too, but even that digressed into him just talking and talking about his Belgian girlfriend and his neurologist with little regard for the fact that he was in a conversation and should stop every now and then at least to let me ask another question. Verbal masturbation, all around. I'm glad I went though, if for nothing else than the grand feeling of personal satisfaction achieved while driving home through the rain listening to Matt Pond PA and realizing that my friends are SO much more interesting and entertaining when drunk.
I would like to take this moment to give a personal shout-out to Satan and/or My Uterus: Thank you for menstrual cramps! I hadn't yet realized that I had once again failed to get knocked up this month, but I remember now, apologize profusely for my lack of foresight, and promise to try harder. Surely a few days in bed with my heating pad will be sufficient to shuffle my priorities until Young Un-Wed Uneducated Mother comes up on top. I suppose that even Young Married Fundamentalist Christian Homemaker would do. I don't know how I failed to see this before. Please feel free to continue reminding me monthly until I find a way to right this wrong.
Sleeping in this late was only possible because A) I went to bed at 4 something last night and B) It is not sunny today, so my bed under the window didn't become the little oven that it normally does. I feel like a freshman in college again.
Life has been feeling pretty phenomenal lately. This may be because I have gotten to the point of being busy enough that I'm unable to get everything done, but maybe it is just because work has been fun and I have been doing fun things with the rest of my time as well.
For instance: yesterday, great day. Work was great. For some reason work this week has seemed more fun and each day has gone by really quickly. I'm not sure why. I am still doing all of the same types of things. Yesterday I was really enjoying writing a Request for Buffer Reduction. I'm not sure what's going on. Anyways, work, yes. Jenn left me a sweet voicemail full of elephant jokes. Drove home, Eleanor called!, talked to her for more than an hour before dinner. Salmon for dinner. Fish of the gods. Went over to Paige's to see her new place and meet her new boyfriend. Both were nice. Drank some rum and coke just in time for Devin to pick us up for Pirates of the Caribbean 2. After the movie, he dropped us off at Paige's house and my car. He had told me earlier that he would maybe go to Nate Grimm's party with me after the movie, but clearly he wasn't actually interested. So I went anyways. I'm not above showing up to a party by myself. And I'm glad I'm not, because there were a lot of people there I hadn't seen since highschool and it was good to catch up a bit. After an hour or so of that, I came home and started watching Joe versus the Volcano until I couldn't stay awake on the couch anymore.
That day doesn't sound like nearly as much fun as I was having the whole time.
In further comment on Nate Grimm's party, I would like to say that I am SO HAPPY with all choices I have made thus far, particularly going to a school full of smart people, getting the fuck out of Fort Collins, not being a 22-year-old working at Qdoba, and generally not wasting my life. So many people I talked to were so weirdly self-promoting without much to back it up. Conversation topics fluttered around who makes the most per hour (I think it was 8-something; I chose not to burst their bubble), what types of alcohol people like the most (who still talks about this???), where people have traveled (but not in an interesting way, more like "I've been to Mexico" "Yeah, well I've been to England" "Well, I went to Italy for THREE WEEKS!" I didn't play this game either.), how people felt about Sharon Gee (I even found myself defending her, or at least saying "Hey guys, surely she's not actually that promiscuous. And why do you care?"), and so on. My conversation with Nate was more interesting than that, as he studied abroad recently too, but even that digressed into him just talking and talking about his Belgian girlfriend and his neurologist with little regard for the fact that he was in a conversation and should stop every now and then at least to let me ask another question. Verbal masturbation, all around. I'm glad I went though, if for nothing else than the grand feeling of personal satisfaction achieved while driving home through the rain listening to Matt Pond PA and realizing that my friends are SO much more interesting and entertaining when drunk.
I would like to take this moment to give a personal shout-out to Satan and/or My Uterus: Thank you for menstrual cramps! I hadn't yet realized that I had once again failed to get knocked up this month, but I remember now, apologize profusely for my lack of foresight, and promise to try harder. Surely a few days in bed with my heating pad will be sufficient to shuffle my priorities until Young Un-Wed Uneducated Mother comes up on top. I suppose that even Young Married Fundamentalist Christian Homemaker would do. I don't know how I failed to see this before. Please feel free to continue reminding me monthly until I find a way to right this wrong.