it's been a while...
Well. It's been almost a year since I last posted here. A bit less than, but almost. I don't know why I feel compelled to start again now, but there you go.
My life has been very strange lately. I've been single for nearly 3 months now. It's... weird. And hard. And everything is still really confusing. And I'm lonely a lot, but I also feel very anti-social. More than usual, even. I've just been working and then coming home and staying shut in by myself until it's time to go to bed so I can get up at 6 and do it all over the next day. It's an odd sort of existence.
Today I went for brunch with Matt, and then we got kicked out of a liquor store because he's still under 21. Lame. Then my bestest friend from home and his boy toy came up for dinner (I made corn chowdah) and drinks and Buffy. It was a good time. I made up a Buffy drinking game so we could get sloshed while partaking of our favorite pasttime. Joey drank a bottle of wine by himself; I only had two glasses of orange mango juice + coconut rum. I was far from drunk, but pleasantly fuzzy is good enough. We played with my skip-it and I got hit with it and it almost flew off the balcony, and I got out my plastic sword and showed off the one move that Cole managed to teach me. It was nice, being around people. Especially people who I feel no need to impress, you know? I can just... be.
I spent the time between brunch and this evening's Buffy-related shenanigans cleaning and re-arranging the apartment. I had to take my art desk apart to get it through the hallway and now I can't get it back together completely. Awesome.
Tomorrow I'm going to make myself go down to the Queen Street block party to visit Cassie while she does her henna thing. Crowds make me all claustrophobic, especially when I'm by myself, buuut I don't have much else to do until the evening and I haven't seen Cassie in far too long. Honestly, one of the weirdest things about the break-up is that I've had to get used to doing things alone. For so long I've had someone to do all the little stuff with. It's a bit of an adjustment.
My life has been very strange lately. I've been single for nearly 3 months now. It's... weird. And hard. And everything is still really confusing. And I'm lonely a lot, but I also feel very anti-social. More than usual, even. I've just been working and then coming home and staying shut in by myself until it's time to go to bed so I can get up at 6 and do it all over the next day. It's an odd sort of existence.
Today I went for brunch with Matt, and then we got kicked out of a liquor store because he's still under 21. Lame. Then my bestest friend from home and his boy toy came up for dinner (I made corn chowdah) and drinks and Buffy. It was a good time. I made up a Buffy drinking game so we could get sloshed while partaking of our favorite pasttime. Joey drank a bottle of wine by himself; I only had two glasses of orange mango juice + coconut rum. I was far from drunk, but pleasantly fuzzy is good enough. We played with my skip-it and I got hit with it and it almost flew off the balcony, and I got out my plastic sword and showed off the one move that Cole managed to teach me. It was nice, being around people. Especially people who I feel no need to impress, you know? I can just... be.
I spent the time between brunch and this evening's Buffy-related shenanigans cleaning and re-arranging the apartment. I had to take my art desk apart to get it through the hallway and now I can't get it back together completely. Awesome.
Tomorrow I'm going to make myself go down to the Queen Street block party to visit Cassie while she does her henna thing. Crowds make me all claustrophobic, especially when I'm by myself, buuut I don't have much else to do until the evening and I haven't seen Cassie in far too long. Honestly, one of the weirdest things about the break-up is that I've had to get used to doing things alone. For so long I've had someone to do all the little stuff with. It's a bit of an adjustment.