Maybe they're Irish Step Dancing!

For one of the first times ever in the history of life, I drove home from Purchase with no bad feelings. I wasn't sad, I wasn't angry, I was just content (and a bit sleepy). I had a nice visit with no drama. Saw Jami's and Gilbert's senior project performance (amazing and wonderful). Went to dinner with Al, A, and KHawk for some barbeque, then we dropped her off to wait for C at Buffalo Wild Wings (Yea get in the car, we'll just pause and you can jump from the car, tuck and roll Kells) and then I went to the show, then returned to Al's for some relatively quiet conversation, till K and C returned. Then listened to the folks upstairs as they nearly fell through the ceiling. (what do you think they're doing up there to make all that noise? Maybe they're Irish Step Dancing! Wow, Meagan's been waiting her whole life to make that reference.) Listened to C's latest exploits (NFL players and Tad O'Had). Today, early tea and conversation with A and then brunch with Becks, absolutely wonderful to catch up with her. And as I said, I managed to drive home with not an ill will to be felt. I just felt relaxed. Guess I'm actually getting over myself. And my lousy issues. It was sad to not have the whole group there, but hopefully soon we'll all be together again. Maybe in March for M's recital and KHawk's happy hour and then Me Encanta Sangria. (and maybe Stevie's birthday??) Who knows. 

So that was the long and short of things. For a lonely heart's Valentine's day, it wasn't so bad. Plus before I went up, Christopher came over and brought mom and I some chocolates and flowers and cards. It was really really nice of him. SisterK better keep that one. 

So yes. Not the most thrilling entry ever, but I'm relaxed, so I don't care too much. 

weekend postulations

It seems to me that I often write on weekends. And this is for several reasons I suppose. One being that on weekdays I'm too lazy. I literally go to work, go to the gym, watch tv and eat supper, and then usually crash to bed around 9something (yes I am an old woman). The second I guess would be that if I only do one entry a week, I have more to write, a whole week's buildup of weird or funny or sometimes boring-as-hell mundane bullshit. Frankly, this is really the only way I could do it, because not enough happens to me in one day to be worth writing. I'm pretty boring. 

This week consisted of gym time (and I'm going later today, between 3-4 to hopefully run into my lip pierced hs crush) a stressful work week, and blakeley not talking to me for the past 3 days. He is a tool. But I'm far too stubborn to break the silence. I absolutely refuse. This stems from being Irish and also just having to stand my ground in the family. Damnit, I will NOT give in. Last Saturday I got to see one of my dear TRON kids, Mike, playing viola for Ticket to Ride, a Moving Out sort of Beatles tribute with dance and a loose story line. It was WONDERFUL to see him. And since he won't be available when I go up for Valentine's day, it was good that I got to catch up with him then. Hear some pretty shocking news about other family members, though I've been told I shouldn't be shocked....that this person has been like this all along, and I just didn't get it. Which is true. I'm actually pretty worried. I still have this hope that he (not mike, the other person) will turn it around and stop being some egomaniacal asshole and realize that one- he isn't god and two- people aren't always criticizing him because they are jealous but more because perhaps they are concerned for his seemingly evil mortal soul. I still love him dearly, as I do all my family members, but I just worry. He can't really be that bad of a person, can he? And I know part of my denial is that I don't want to admit that I could have been so completely wrong about a person. Ugh. Oh well. Maybe he'll be better. Or at the very least, stop doing hurtful things to people that he is supposed to be friends with. I can hope. 

I am extremely excited to go for my visit. Planning a yummy dessert treat to bring up, even if we aren't having a dinner/formal thing. I just miss them. And it will be especially perfect if the city kids can all make it. It has been far too long since I've seen their faces. And being that I am friendless back here at home, it will be nice to feel like I have some again. And I'm psyched to see Jamison's show, it promises to be quite good....I'm sure it will be. 

Did some more research on William and Mary, finding out that Jon Stewart went there, as did Glenn Close, very interesting. I can't wait to go down there. I know I'm over thinking, since I haven't really begun the necessary processes to get in, but I really want to move to Virginia like now. Warm(er) weather, Colonial Williamsburg....how could I go wrong. So that is taking up some of my time...thinking about grad school.

Well I guess that is kind of it. Like I said, if I didn't save all the whole week up for one entry, things would just be two liners, like "hey I'm alive. today." So better to save it up and unload one larger entry, right? Of course right.