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Monday, August 15, 2005

Stuff and Things

This was a good weekend. A great, stupendous, feather pillow filled with giggles of a good weekend. Right up there with mac n cheese, toaster strudel, daisies, shoe sales, and honking geese.

Why you may ask? The absolutely right leve of Stuff and Things.

Let me elabomarate.

Friday
Ravinia. Oh the glory that is Ravinia! They were showing "The Wizard of Oz," while the CSO played the music. Ingenious! Consquently, there were 6,403 small, adorable children running around in costume . Yes, it was so cute I almost vomited. Jeremy went with Alii and I, and cuddled with me, so all's was peaceful in my world. I feel asleep curled up between two of my top 10 favorite people, in the damp grass, with the sounds of Judy Garland and Children in my ears. It was supurb.

I realized that since I was very, very small, I've been sleeping through the last third of that movie. It went something like this, "Oh, I love this song! Oh, I love this song! Oh, this one is fantastic. Wait, now they're out of the Emerald City. That's no fun: I should take a nap." Dad says that I tune out when they get to the real life part about taking care of responsibilities. I don't think he's right, exactly but I can't find where he's exactly wrong.

Afterwards, I went Lauren S.'s birthday bash. Good times my friends. It was the first time in a long time that I didn't get trashed at a large social event of that kind. Was it because of the strange level of anxiety I felt, or the lack of alcohol, I don't know. Igor claimed me for Saturday night to do "stuff and things."

I told Dad about doing "Stuff and Things" and he said that he'd once asked that girl to do the very same thing. He had a super big crush on this girl when he was a sophomore in high school, and couldn't think of anything to do. So, he asked her to do ya know, stuff and, uhh. . things. What did they do? They went to the park, and made kites and flew them. Yea, my dad is a Super Pimp. That must be where I get it form. Turn out he still knows this women: she married another mutual friend from high school. He saw her recently at Tio Joe's funeral, and she said she remembered the day of Stuff and Things. It was one of the best dates she'd ever been on. Yea, big pimpin'.

Saturday
Not a goddamn thing. I woke up early to talk to LP about The Jerk. She was bamboozled, absolutely bamboozled, and it pains my heart. I told her I'd come to Texas and KillkillkillKILL but she said I'm too pretty to go to jail.

I decided to take a Mental Health Day and not go to Indiana for training. You know what I've been too, it's a lot of county fairs. I don't think I need to go to another one. It had been too long since I'd done absolutely nothing on a Saturday. And it was fantastic beyond belief.

I drank coffee with Alii, ate an entire coffee cake, and we watched West Wing. Good times. Katherine and her are going to North Caroline this week to visit the Duke Primate Center. Hooray for filming monkey chewing frequency, I suppose. They left at 3:00, and I continued my stretch of not doing a damn thing. I went and visited The Man, stopped at the bank, and then bought myself some flowers. I win.

Then came the several hours of a glass of wine, a bowl, young adult fiction/fantasy, and Ray Charles. Beautiful. I dozed in the papazaan chair, I got mildly tipsy. Then, it was time to do Stuff and Things.

This turned out to be dinner with Igor at the Snail, and a hooka and kittens for dessert. Tasty. Around 11:00, we got restless.

"Well, we could drive to see the stars."
"I've been way out west, past O'Hare. You can't see them."
"Of course not silly, you have to go south. To Indiana."
"Do you know how to get there?"
"Yes, kinda. Do you have change for the tolls?"
"No, but we can get that when we stop and get beer."

And we were off. Took us a little longer then I thougth it would, being that I have little sense of time, or time/space corralations. After we got lost in the boonies, after we passed 43 seperate strip joints in the middle of nowhere, each with a distinctly horrible name, after getting lost, after dead ends, after on and off on and off the highway, we made it. To the exact same place Alii and I went for the Fourth.

Hooray! Then there were stars, and running in the waves, fending of the cold via Igor, wrenching my knee, kisses, fear of getting towed, and moonlight.

Sunday meant sleeping till 1:00, then Igor made a blingtastic omelette. After his eventual departure, I indulged in six hours of West Wing. (Okay, I'm a big fat loser. Sue me.)

Oh, what a blissful existance I lead sometimes. Hooray for possessing the mental clarity to appreciate it all. It wasn't only the fulfilling things I did this weekend, but the things I didn't do. The sitting, hanging out. Cleaning, resting, waiting, thinking. That's what my head needed.

In other news, I did it. I called the Student Counseling Center today. Appointment made. Sanity here I come? At what point do I tell my parents about this wonderful chemical imbalance I call my life? What if they fuck me over? What if they claim I'm not crazy and I'm stuck with the realization that no matter how fucked up things get I can't turn to the mental health profession? Ouch. Here's to having faith.