Rantings from the bonfire
Allow me to share a few tales of woe to frame what I'm about to share:
Summary: Freaks rock. Christian freaks rock. Non-Christian freaks rock. I could go through the humungous thanks list for this weekend like dmcindc, djpanic, 666daemon666, Eddy, oldsmobile_mike, pragmas_wife, dharmata101 and valdyr, threnodyeris, vicar, My Danish Family (esp. David and my Danish Mom Birgit!!!), Bloodgod Dan, deathling, Eric, Oscar, exquisitetrash, shadow27, cerberus777, Rob and Morria, the Asylum Tent Folk, Chris (Opus73) the most fahhbulous of pianomen, Seth, Steve (Bee Hoo U B), did I leave anyone out? I probably did..
Now, to share, and to understand how deep this weekend impacted me in ways that, to be honest, has altered my faith, literally; this only can be achieved by giving you a background as to why I am now the way I am:
In September 2004 my "friends" at Frontline promised me a birthday trip to New York, all expenses paid. I was going to go up with them the weekend of my birthday (Oct 1), however, I told them days before that I was making sure that it would be all-expenses-paid as I was broke and couldn't afford lunch up there. They told me that I was expected to pay $200 to them before Saturday. Mind you, I was told before, by them, it was "all expenses paid", now I'm being told the day before (Friday) that it's $200 from me to go up there. I told them I couldn't afford to do that, so they canceled the entire trip for everyone.
In November 2004 my 2000 Honda Accord broke down off Rt 7 eastbound at the gas station across from Tysons Mall. I called my "friends" who were at the Pizza Hut (where I left them to go home) to help me to get home as my car broke down. They refused to leave the Pizza Hut even though it wasn't that far away. I to this day don't remember how I got home but I did, without their help.
Now fast-forward to today whereby I have a crisis of faith, ok, a meltdown related to crisis of faith, and lo and behold the "pretty people" I've known before don't even respond with a reply while the Freaks from the Scene, Christians and whatever else alike, all roll up their sleeves and offer suggestion after suggestion, and I am eternally grateful.
And the irony is, you all: YOU are acting like the early Church. Even if probably some of you (winks at vicar) will probably beat me senseless for saying that. hehe
Now for the all-awaited news.. nah, I'll make you wait:
THURSDAY:
I went to an actual Swedish Fika! The people of the Swedish Language Meetup Group went to Columbia Heights (nice area!!) to Mayorga Cafe for svenskspråk. Very small group, just Matthew, Elizabeth, Marvin and his wife (crud can't remember her name) and me. Oh and huge thanks to kosmokirby for the those_who_mourn-related greeting. You freak. ;)
FRIDAY:
Got paid but had to pay a mountain of bills, which affected my doing the usual nightmarish cab thing on Saturdays, in case anyone wondered..
SATURDAY:
I was supposed to do my taxes today but I got up too late to have time to do so, considering I was trying to find a way to the Metro.. I had enough time to update some events and catch a ride with my roommate's girlfriend to the Metro.. I first go to Court House to Kinko's to copy a few more flyers for tonight, and then off to dcmidnight..
Tonight was a total dcmidnight extravaganza!! Hoards of folk were all over the place, including very freaky-looking normies. How an ancient Irish saint who saved Scandinavia has anything to do with dressing like an 8-foot Elvis is beyond my understanding.. but hey amidst the madness one could find dmcindc, Joseph Blackfeather, 666daemon666, dharmata101 and valdyr, the shocking return of oldsmobile_mike and clear_23, Eric, Oscar, James, Matt, Kitty, Josh and Adell (congrats!!! Wow a dcmidnight wedding!!), darkgypsy13, coffinwolf, deadmoonrising, dj_dujour, DJ Gleek, Marty, Jeep John (thanks for the WRM suggestion!), that I won a Within Temptation CD at dcmidnight - not to mention the single track I mentioned earlier in LJ (see, you all DO read what I have to say!), darkness664, scarydavedc and heleneotroy (yay! Metro buddies.. that I was oblivious to *ahem*), mrspanic, Marti (feel better!), the return of prosector, and someone I have literally not seen in over 10 years: wulffit!! And the nummy cupcakes!!!! :) And yes, I got a ride home (thanx again Eric and Oscar!)
SUNDAY:
Tax time.. and the nightmare begins, as I tried over and over to get it right and kept leaving off my MD taxes and subtracting my MD income tax out of my VA taxes and on and on.. think I got it right but then come to find out electronic filing now takes up to 10 days to direct deposit, too late to pay the $300 I am expected to pay the new landlord for the new place in 2 weeks..
MONDAY:
..until a phone call from 666daemon666 sets off the idea for me to contact him and renegotiate a new contract, when he agreed to do, though I am still at this hour (11:28PM) waiting to get it back from him, so I realllllly pray I do!
Seth calls me up tonight, more texts from Eddy and Elphie and cerberus777 to check to see what is the latest.. and I am drained. Just plain mentally and emotionally exhausted.
That's it. I couldn't cough up more if I wanted..
Summary: Freaks rock. Christian freaks rock. Non-Christian freaks rock. I could go through the humungous thanks list for this weekend like dmcindc, djpanic, 666daemon666, Eddy, oldsmobile_mike, pragmas_wife, dharmata101 and valdyr, threnodyeris, vicar, My Danish Family (esp. David and my Danish Mom Birgit!!!), Bloodgod Dan, deathling, Eric, Oscar, exquisitetrash, shadow27, cerberus777, Rob and Morria, the Asylum Tent Folk, Chris (Opus73) the most fahhbulous of pianomen, Seth, Steve (Bee Hoo U B), did I leave anyone out? I probably did..
Now, to share, and to understand how deep this weekend impacted me in ways that, to be honest, has altered my faith, literally; this only can be achieved by giving you a background as to why I am now the way I am:
In September 2004 my "friends" at Frontline promised me a birthday trip to New York, all expenses paid. I was going to go up with them the weekend of my birthday (Oct 1), however, I told them days before that I was making sure that it would be all-expenses-paid as I was broke and couldn't afford lunch up there. They told me that I was expected to pay $200 to them before Saturday. Mind you, I was told before, by them, it was "all expenses paid", now I'm being told the day before (Friday) that it's $200 from me to go up there. I told them I couldn't afford to do that, so they canceled the entire trip for everyone.
In November 2004 my 2000 Honda Accord broke down off Rt 7 eastbound at the gas station across from Tysons Mall. I called my "friends" who were at the Pizza Hut (where I left them to go home) to help me to get home as my car broke down. They refused to leave the Pizza Hut even though it wasn't that far away. I to this day don't remember how I got home but I did, without their help.
Now fast-forward to today whereby I have a crisis of faith, ok, a meltdown related to crisis of faith, and lo and behold the "pretty people" I've known before don't even respond with a reply while the Freaks from the Scene, Christians and whatever else alike, all roll up their sleeves and offer suggestion after suggestion, and I am eternally grateful.
And the irony is, you all: YOU are acting like the early Church. Even if probably some of you (winks at vicar) will probably beat me senseless for saying that. hehe
Now for the all-awaited news.. nah, I'll make you wait:
THURSDAY:
I went to an actual Swedish Fika! The people of the Swedish Language Meetup Group went to Columbia Heights (nice area!!) to Mayorga Cafe for svenskspråk. Very small group, just Matthew, Elizabeth, Marvin and his wife (crud can't remember her name) and me. Oh and huge thanks to kosmokirby for the those_who_mourn-related greeting. You freak. ;)
FRIDAY:
Got paid but had to pay a mountain of bills, which affected my doing the usual nightmarish cab thing on Saturdays, in case anyone wondered..
SATURDAY:
I was supposed to do my taxes today but I got up too late to have time to do so, considering I was trying to find a way to the Metro.. I had enough time to update some events and catch a ride with my roommate's girlfriend to the Metro.. I first go to Court House to Kinko's to copy a few more flyers for tonight, and then off to dcmidnight..
Tonight was a total dcmidnight extravaganza!! Hoards of folk were all over the place, including very freaky-looking normies. How an ancient Irish saint who saved Scandinavia has anything to do with dressing like an 8-foot Elvis is beyond my understanding.. but hey amidst the madness one could find dmcindc, Joseph Blackfeather, 666daemon666, dharmata101 and valdyr, the shocking return of oldsmobile_mike and clear_23, Eric, Oscar, James, Matt, Kitty, Josh and Adell (congrats!!! Wow a dcmidnight wedding!!), darkgypsy13, coffinwolf, deadmoonrising, dj_dujour, DJ Gleek, Marty, Jeep John (thanks for the WRM suggestion!), that I won a Within Temptation CD at dcmidnight - not to mention the single track I mentioned earlier in LJ (see, you all DO read what I have to say!), darkness664, scarydavedc and heleneotroy (yay! Metro buddies.. that I was oblivious to *ahem*), mrspanic, Marti (feel better!), the return of prosector, and someone I have literally not seen in over 10 years: wulffit!! And the nummy cupcakes!!!! :) And yes, I got a ride home (thanx again Eric and Oscar!)
SUNDAY:
Tax time.. and the nightmare begins, as I tried over and over to get it right and kept leaving off my MD taxes and subtracting my MD income tax out of my VA taxes and on and on.. think I got it right but then come to find out electronic filing now takes up to 10 days to direct deposit, too late to pay the $300 I am expected to pay the new landlord for the new place in 2 weeks..
MONDAY:
..until a phone call from 666daemon666 sets off the idea for me to contact him and renegotiate a new contract, when he agreed to do, though I am still at this hour (11:28PM) waiting to get it back from him, so I realllllly pray I do!
Seth calls me up tonight, more texts from Eddy and Elphie and cerberus777 to check to see what is the latest.. and I am drained. Just plain mentally and emotionally exhausted.
That's it. I couldn't cough up more if I wanted..