i ain't lonesome
On Friday night I was informed (drunkenly) that several people here read/have read this livejournal. Beyond all my feelings about the virtual world and the real world and how they really shouldn't meet (this may have interesting implications that I will perhaps contemplate at a later date), I was merely amused. Contrary to normal reactions, I now find myself wanting to say things about those people as if I didn't know they read my livejournal, and then acting surprised and perhaps affronted when (if) they bring it up. It's passive-aggressive friendship, I suppose; yes, I could just say to you that I had a good time the other night, or I wish we hung out more, etc, but finding out online also assures me that you will know without me saying it AND you will never bring it up because you read it on my livejournal and these things (in my mind) are not talked about. Yes.
Besides all that, this weekend was lovely and drowsy. Classes ended on Friday, and from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon, I did no work and all play. It was hot and so everything that happened was built on a foundation of the feling of lemonade and chips on a big white porch, with all the time in the world. Or beer and pretzels on my philosophy professor's front porch, as the case was Thursday afternoon.
On Friday I bounced between frisbee people and english department people, a moonbounce/slip n slide and two barbecues, bottles of beer and not enough meat. Then I came home, took a shower, called my mom, took a nap and went out again to a fully crowded apartment building where I wove my way through hallways, sat close to an open windown and ate yummy bean dip and finally ended up listening to gamelan music and learning to tie a tie. Then we went back to Ross' apartment and it was a good cozy ending to a more expansive evening. Plus, I learned interesting things.
Saturday was Worthstock (big lie around in the sun all day concert event thing), and so I was basically there all day. I took some time away to go on yet another slip and slide and eat watermelon. The two best acts were an Brasilian (from Philly) group and Ian Thomas. EVeryone was dancing to the Brasilian people, it was such an awesome celebration- somehow the drums got into everyone's bones and we were all throwing ourselves around, barefoot and grinning. (Ooh, I've been doing so much dancing here that I can't wait for the drum circle this summer- who's with me?) And then Ian Thomas, who is an amazing musician and a very nice guy beside that. I will play him for you if I haven't already.
Sleep and then brunch (with aforesementioned guitarist, I am so cool) and then Between the Acts and then realizing my cognitive science paper is both very boring and very easy to finish, so I will do it tomorrow. I can't tell if I have a lot of work for finals week or a manageable amount; I think it may be more than I expect because I have a philosopy paper which I have not yet starting reading for, let alone writing. But it will all get itself done.
Besides all that, this weekend was lovely and drowsy. Classes ended on Friday, and from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon, I did no work and all play. It was hot and so everything that happened was built on a foundation of the feling of lemonade and chips on a big white porch, with all the time in the world. Or beer and pretzels on my philosophy professor's front porch, as the case was Thursday afternoon.
On Friday I bounced between frisbee people and english department people, a moonbounce/slip n slide and two barbecues, bottles of beer and not enough meat. Then I came home, took a shower, called my mom, took a nap and went out again to a fully crowded apartment building where I wove my way through hallways, sat close to an open windown and ate yummy bean dip and finally ended up listening to gamelan music and learning to tie a tie. Then we went back to Ross' apartment and it was a good cozy ending to a more expansive evening. Plus, I learned interesting things.
Saturday was Worthstock (big lie around in the sun all day concert event thing), and so I was basically there all day. I took some time away to go on yet another slip and slide and eat watermelon. The two best acts were an Brasilian (from Philly) group and Ian Thomas. EVeryone was dancing to the Brasilian people, it was such an awesome celebration- somehow the drums got into everyone's bones and we were all throwing ourselves around, barefoot and grinning. (Ooh, I've been doing so much dancing here that I can't wait for the drum circle this summer- who's with me?) And then Ian Thomas, who is an amazing musician and a very nice guy beside that. I will play him for you if I haven't already.
Sleep and then brunch (with aforesementioned guitarist, I am so cool) and then Between the Acts and then realizing my cognitive science paper is both very boring and very easy to finish, so I will do it tomorrow. I can't tell if I have a lot of work for finals week or a manageable amount; I think it may be more than I expect because I have a philosopy paper which I have not yet starting reading for, let alone writing. But it will all get itself done.