[ all eyes on the calendar, another year i've claimed ]
I just realized that it's been a while since anyone has used the phrase 'bring the mosh' while I have been around. Thank God.
Yesterday was Holly's memorial service. It went as expected. I felt both better and worse afterwards.
Two Holly quotes that I absolutely LOVED from the service.
"My pinks never match and I dress like a 9 year old with my Barbie purse."
"I just want to be Holly in pink for the rest of my life."
I'm not sure why, but those quotes made me so happy. They captured her essence perfectly.
I remembered our last conversation. The last thing she asked me was "Do you think I'm pretty?" to which I exclaimed, "Are you joking? You're gorgeous! You have an angel's face!" and she felt humbled enough to ensure me that I never forgot to never let anyone tell me that I wasn't beautiful.
On a happier note, the hurricane hit and Eli and I finsihed cooking our vegetable alfredo just in time before the power went out. That afternoon, everything was closed and we had nowhere to go so we just went 56 miles down i-40 to Warsaw, NC. No particular reason why we chose that destination. We stopped there and had pizza and some loving and then a nap.
Today after some free coffee from Wilmington Espresso and a game of pool, he had to go home and do an entire summer's worth of school work for the first day of school tomorrow.
That sucks for several reasons. First of all, he'll never get it all done, secondly, he's rather tired, and thirdly, that means we can't hang out so I'm forced to sit here in my room updating livejournal.com while wearing much neglected dance attire and doing floor-barre excercises in the comfort of my room.
I move in a week and a half. :[
Due to work/school conflicts, I don't get to see Eli until Tuesday. After 8 oclock. And I am BUMMED because moving is going to be the hardest thing I've had to do in my 18 years.
I'm trying to think of it like I'm moving to a foreign country for personal enrichment. Lovers have spent years apart. And some, like in the case of Holly and Duffy never even get to say goodbye. So I consider myself lucky. I'll be back home in about four in a half weeks after I move. And watching the calendar kills me.
And some how this situation reminds me of that of Tereza and Thomas from The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Which isn't exactly accurate. Maybe I just feel this way because I've been reading Salinger again. And this week, it didn't feel like living. Well most of it didn't. It felt like Vicodin.
Yesterday was Holly's memorial service. It went as expected. I felt both better and worse afterwards.
Two Holly quotes that I absolutely LOVED from the service.
"My pinks never match and I dress like a 9 year old with my Barbie purse."
"I just want to be Holly in pink for the rest of my life."
I'm not sure why, but those quotes made me so happy. They captured her essence perfectly.
I remembered our last conversation. The last thing she asked me was "Do you think I'm pretty?" to which I exclaimed, "Are you joking? You're gorgeous! You have an angel's face!" and she felt humbled enough to ensure me that I never forgot to never let anyone tell me that I wasn't beautiful.
On a happier note, the hurricane hit and Eli and I finsihed cooking our vegetable alfredo just in time before the power went out. That afternoon, everything was closed and we had nowhere to go so we just went 56 miles down i-40 to Warsaw, NC. No particular reason why we chose that destination. We stopped there and had pizza and some loving and then a nap.
Today after some free coffee from Wilmington Espresso and a game of pool, he had to go home and do an entire summer's worth of school work for the first day of school tomorrow.
That sucks for several reasons. First of all, he'll never get it all done, secondly, he's rather tired, and thirdly, that means we can't hang out so I'm forced to sit here in my room updating livejournal.com while wearing much neglected dance attire and doing floor-barre excercises in the comfort of my room.
I move in a week and a half. :[
Due to work/school conflicts, I don't get to see Eli until Tuesday. After 8 oclock. And I am BUMMED because moving is going to be the hardest thing I've had to do in my 18 years.
I'm trying to think of it like I'm moving to a foreign country for personal enrichment. Lovers have spent years apart. And some, like in the case of Holly and Duffy never even get to say goodbye. So I consider myself lucky. I'll be back home in about four in a half weeks after I move. And watching the calendar kills me.
And some how this situation reminds me of that of Tereza and Thomas from The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Which isn't exactly accurate. Maybe I just feel this way because I've been reading Salinger again. And this week, it didn't feel like living. Well most of it didn't. It felt like Vicodin.