I tried to write yesterday, but Xanga was against me. A few
updates on the week - with much more brevity than I'm sure I intended:
1. Tuesday - There was a tremendous thunderstorming following us
home, and when Stephen and I passed our subdivision intersection and
saw the fire trucks and flashing lights, we drove on another block to
the Burger King, where we enjoyed our salad and quarter pounder.
We sat under the glass of the add-on and watched the waterfall, and the
ceiling leaking in a few places around us.
2. Wednesday - It was a busy-ish day at work, made more busy by
my frantic attempt to finish my homework. Eventually, I did eke
out two handouts and the skeleton of a presentation. Melissa and
I supposedly presented together, although Dr. Princehouse seemed to
turn to me for most of the gruelling evening. I left sastisfied,
dizzy, and with a headache.
3. Thursday - I don't recall anything terribly interesting from
the day - I had to drive to work and was fifteen minutes late because
Stephen awoke with a splitting headache. I had a lovely
walk. The day itself was uneventful, but then Evan and I went to
Mamma Santa's for pizza, then had a grand conversation and a successful
crossword puzzle at Caribou (coffeehouse). We had walked to the
little place on Coventry from his apartment. 'Twas a delight, and
we talked theory about love and mysticism and a total range of things
that had been missing of late.
4. Friday - Now, Friday was busy. After falling all over
myself walking into the apartment Thursday night (I had forgotten that,
it seems - well, I was looking at my cell phone, trying to figure out
how to turn the thing off of vibrate after accidentally triggering it
while trying to call my sister and tell her about karaokeing with her
to a System of ad Down song), I made a lovely twist in the right ankle
and a silly bruise on my left knee. Friday, of course, was one of
my office's open houses, which means that there were about 400 visitors
floating around. The staff was short on student tour guides, so I
volunteered for two or so hours. That was exciting. The
rest of the day was commisserating and doing data entry. I closed
up shop that afternoon and was ready for the weekend.
5. Saturday - Evan and I saw "Howl's Moving Castle," went to the
West Side Market, came back to my and Steve's apartment, and made a
smoothie and played two games of Scrabble. Then I got really
tired and a little dizzy, so I dismissed him and took a nap.
6. Yesterday, Stephen had gone to bed so late/early, so we
skipped church and saw "Sin City" at the dollar theater in the
evening. Before that, we made cookies, some of which we smuggled
into the theater.
7. The craziest thing that happened this weekend was getting an
IM from a strange somebody from my past - my first boyfriend from
eighth grade. I'm so glad he found me. We talked about
ourselves, our histories. Conversation dabbled around music and
then settled firmly on religion, which fascinates the both of us.
Spirituality and nostalgia are our ties, and they ever shall be, world
without end, amen.
"My honey's not a n00b lamer, she's a 1337 hax0r." ~ Stephen, 45 seconds ago
Happy Fourth!
Comments (4)
Wow - boyfriend from eigth grade - - that would be weird!!