And then the conversation turns...
Had an awesome time last night. Just when I was wondering why I even bothered to fight so hard, it reminded me of the sweetness of victory. I am so lucky to have people who make me forget the world and cheer up, even if I have to put up with the rest of life to fully appreciate them.
Ryan came over and we watched Dane Cook clips online, because that guy always brightens my day. Then we stopped briefly at Barnes and Noble before Emily called to say she had gotten off work, and we left to meet her at Steak 'N Shake. Despite our usual plan of blasting showtunes in the car, we talked most of the time. It was nice. When we got to Steak 'N Shake, Emily was already there, and had suffered a rude comment from the host, who proved to be a very strange man, and the place was packed, so we decided to walk next door to Fuddruckers. I had a chicken sandwich and fries and a CHEERWINE and it was goooood. After dinner we stopped by a Southern Family Market (apparently formally a Bi-Lo...and they're still using up the leftover bags). We picked up some orange and white lillies to take to Mrs. Humphrey, who had gall bladder surgery on Wednesday, if you didn't know, and some cookie dough for Katie, who is being forced into grown-up-ness by running her household while her mother is ill. She's good at it, too, which scares me a little. ACK...growing up! Change...a theme that's been on my mind a lot lately. Anyway, we visited with both of them for a while, and with Katie a while longer, involving text messaging wars that completely and totally proved our dorkhood, until Emily finally said we had to go, because she was an hour over her driving curfew. The night ended with falling asleep to Fever Pitch, which was good in the sense that it is a very cute film, but I was disappointed that I conked out during the stressful part and missed the happy ending. I was very much in the mood for a happy ending. Oh well. Overall: great night.
Then it was back to reality, and reality effing sucks.
Today wasn't so bad, though. My aunt came to spend the day with my sister and me in the absence of our parents and brother. We went to lunch with a lady she works with and her daughter, Jecara. She is pretty much the most adorable thing EVER. She's five, and she is soooo smart. She reads like whoah, and she's very polite, but headstrong. Her mother was recounting the story of a car recently hitting her and not stopping when she mentioned that the car was dark blue, and Jecara immediately declared, "It was red, Mommy. I remember." SO CUTE! She drew me a picture on a piece of her Dora the Explorer paper, and signed her name. I was excited.
And now I am reflecting, for when light reflects off something, it doesn't penetrate into it. If that makes sense to you, you probably know me entirely too well and we should stop seeing each other. Only not really.
Song lyrics that randomly popped into my head today, some of which are relevant, I guess, and some that just appeared--
"Your life's a routine that repeats each day/ no one cares who you are or what you say."
"He could be that boy...but I'm not that girl."
"Take me for what I am; who I was meant to be."
"Start a sensaaaation/ like you're under se-DAY-sshuuuuunnn"
"Love song...la la la, la la la-la la, la-la..."
"Candles and confidences..."
"All of the cliches and all of the games."
"I never wondered if I was afraid/when there was a challenge to take/And I never thought about how much I weighed/when there was still one piece of cake."
"Sing to me the song of the stars..."
"Who died and left YOU God, Mr. Clause??"
"If I could take you away/pretend I was queen/what would you say?"
"Hellooooooooooooo...I'm a caaaaaaaaaaaaaaar...gas-o-line-makes-me-run...BACK seeeeeeat..." *followed by, "I don't care if you laugh at that or not, next time you hear a car alarm you're gonna be like 'Heh heh heh. That Dane Cook is a silly bitch.'"*
Ryan came over and we watched Dane Cook clips online, because that guy always brightens my day. Then we stopped briefly at Barnes and Noble before Emily called to say she had gotten off work, and we left to meet her at Steak 'N Shake. Despite our usual plan of blasting showtunes in the car, we talked most of the time. It was nice. When we got to Steak 'N Shake, Emily was already there, and had suffered a rude comment from the host, who proved to be a very strange man, and the place was packed, so we decided to walk next door to Fuddruckers. I had a chicken sandwich and fries and a CHEERWINE and it was goooood. After dinner we stopped by a Southern Family Market (apparently formally a Bi-Lo...and they're still using up the leftover bags). We picked up some orange and white lillies to take to Mrs. Humphrey, who had gall bladder surgery on Wednesday, if you didn't know, and some cookie dough for Katie, who is being forced into grown-up-ness by running her household while her mother is ill. She's good at it, too, which scares me a little. ACK...growing up! Change...a theme that's been on my mind a lot lately. Anyway, we visited with both of them for a while, and with Katie a while longer, involving text messaging wars that completely and totally proved our dorkhood, until Emily finally said we had to go, because she was an hour over her driving curfew. The night ended with falling asleep to Fever Pitch, which was good in the sense that it is a very cute film, but I was disappointed that I conked out during the stressful part and missed the happy ending. I was very much in the mood for a happy ending. Oh well. Overall: great night.
Then it was back to reality, and reality effing sucks.
Today wasn't so bad, though. My aunt came to spend the day with my sister and me in the absence of our parents and brother. We went to lunch with a lady she works with and her daughter, Jecara. She is pretty much the most adorable thing EVER. She's five, and she is soooo smart. She reads like whoah, and she's very polite, but headstrong. Her mother was recounting the story of a car recently hitting her and not stopping when she mentioned that the car was dark blue, and Jecara immediately declared, "It was red, Mommy. I remember." SO CUTE! She drew me a picture on a piece of her Dora the Explorer paper, and signed her name. I was excited.
And now I am reflecting, for when light reflects off something, it doesn't penetrate into it. If that makes sense to you, you probably know me entirely too well and we should stop seeing each other. Only not really.
Song lyrics that randomly popped into my head today, some of which are relevant, I guess, and some that just appeared--
"Your life's a routine that repeats each day/ no one cares who you are or what you say."
"He could be that boy...but I'm not that girl."
"Take me for what I am; who I was meant to be."
"Start a sensaaaation/ like you're under se-DAY-sshuuuuunnn"
"Love song...la la la, la la la-la la, la-la..."
"Candles and confidences..."
"All of the cliches and all of the games."
"I never wondered if I was afraid/when there was a challenge to take/And I never thought about how much I weighed/when there was still one piece of cake."
"Sing to me the song of the stars..."
"Who died and left YOU God, Mr. Clause??"
"If I could take you away/pretend I was queen/what would you say?"
"Hellooooooooooooo...I'm a caaaaaaaaaaaaaaar...gas-o-line-makes-me-run...BACK seeeeeeat..." *followed by, "I don't care if you laugh at that or not, next time you hear a car alarm you're gonna be like 'Heh heh heh. That Dane Cook is a silly bitch.'"*