don't be sarcastic; it's a holy day

mood: contemplative
music: sufjan stevens--casmir pulaski day
CPCetc: someday, i too will be clean

Matt told me that he was learning this song on the guitar a while ago. I'd give anything to hear it. Although, Matt doesn't sing like Sufjan. Hmmm...

This weekend was eventful, but good, for the most part. I missed my train on Thursday because the new university president is incredibly longwinded, so Da had to drive down here to pick me up. In the car that has no heater. Yeesh. But I met this really sweet guy at the installation. I grabbed him before anything started on account of the fact that we were both under forty and we spent the entire process together. It was nice. I hope I run into him again soon. He was nice. Life is nice.

Da and I had some really great conversations on the drive back to Normal. I love the fact that we never have to start over; we just pick up wherever we left off and go from there. I've got a couple of friends like that, but it's a lot different when it's your da. It's a lot better too, sometimes. We ate Pringles and shivered and talked about Classical Music and I felt like I was home before we ever even got there. Da's like that most times.

Friday was my appointment. Not as traumatic as I thought! Which is good. Didn't even have to put on the paper dress. Dr Faulk put me on birth control to help with the cramps and clear up my skin (apparently). Mum almost shit herself. 'Why are you on birth control? Are you sexually active??' Of course not! ...Well, not right now...

Oh, Mum. You are so naïve...

I spent most of Friday running around the hallowed halls of U-High. Got to see Jessie and AKraft and Jemmy, Sarah Nicole, Becky, JohnJohn, Patwick, HILARY (see? I didn't forget you). I went to visit Corpus and Petty, too. Oh, and Thuthie. I guess that too. Then I went to rehearsal. Rehearsal was...interesting. Her style of 'direction' has certainly changed. Or maybe she's just finally stopped caring. I know she doesn't really like the show (WTF?? You were trying to do it for THREE YEARS!!!) and she's not happy with how everything's going, but it's no one's fault but her own. Which is being ignored. Because it's her. Go figure.

Saturday was one of the best days of my life. I got to see Paige and Matt, eat delicious chicken teriyaki, hang about with Jessie Sweich, devour the scoop of heaven I've so been longing for and go to an art show. The show was really good. Then I went into the basement. Where I discovered that, no, I am not mature enough for art films. Not. At. All. Then Paige and I went back home and watched Venture Bros. and craptastic Disney films until the wee hours of the morning. Actually, only one of them was really honestly craptastic. Lion King 1.5 is an old favourite of ours and Treasure Planet was legitimately good (IT WAS). So life was relatively fantastic despite the fact that we didn't go to sleep until four in the morning and even that is a generous guess.

Oh, life. How I love thee.

Sunday was spent schleping about and going to the zoo with JPalm. I consumed even more ice cream (though this was not nearly as satisfying as the first) and rode down to Champaign with Mum and my right-wing grandfather. That...was interesting. The train was delayed by THREE BLOODY HOURS. I got very well acquainted with the Champaign station. But the ride itself was pretty okay and I wrote my mythology paper and all was right with the world.

And today is Yom Kippur. It's been pretty quiet but really rather good. I didn't get a shower but, apparently, that's a good thing. I did put on deodorant, though. I'm sure G-d understands. Chelsea and Craig promised me my first Quiznos experience tonight, so that's something to look forward to. Then we're plotting to drag the strong menfolk down to our room to rearrange the beds and such so we don't have to die every time we get out of bed. That should be interesting and comical. I'm looking forward to it.

So that is my life, right now, so far. It's not perfect, but I don't think I'd want it to be. And that's what counts, isn't it?

It's good to be back.