Stolen from my sister

Because she is a much better writer and it happened to us both...

So, Joanna and I just had a Grand Adventure. I swear, we spent a full 90 minutes in the middle of a piece of absurdist theatre. We had a pretty simple plan: that Joanna and I would shop for jewelry in West Newton and that my mom would return after grocery-shopping at Trader Joe's and pick us up. However, the jewelry shop was closed and our mom had just driven away when we discovered this. So we thought we'd meander down to the grocery store, meet my mom there and go home, instead of standing outside in the freezing cold for twenty minutes. So we are just walking up to the grocery store when we see my mom driving off. A bunch of jumping up and down and waving does nothing to catch her attention. But we figure she'll drive back to the jewelry store, see we're not there, and then drive back to the grocery store, figuring we've gone to meet her there. So we spent about 15 minutes maybe--we had no concept of time because we had no watches or cellphones--waiting outside at a bus stop in front of the store. We had a few ultra-absurdist moments of "Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Mom." "Oh."..."My foot hurts.""Let's go."etc...And when we finally gave up and went inside the store to possibly find a phone and call her, we were quite frozen. So we wandered around the store, thawing, ate some free samples, called and left a message because she wasn't home yet (which begs the question: where was she?), and then set out for home. We walked arm in arm, both incredibly cold and rather uncomfortable, as I was wearing a thin skirt and she had to go to the bathroom. We reflected upon the absurdity of our utter lack of preparation for such an eventuality. So we walked back into West Newton and to our church. Upon checking the fourth door we got inside, peed and tried to find some open office or other sign of intelligent life. The church is large and gothic and really quite scary when it's entirely dark. But we didn't find anyone, so we tried to call again from the payphone, which was broken so we had to call collect. She rejected the charges. We set out again, singing and reflecting on our situation. As we crossed the bridge over the Mass Pike I looked at the commuter rail station below and remarked that it would be lovely to take the commuter rail home (just one stop), but that it would be impractical because we would spend so much time waiting for the train. Just as I had finished speaking a commuter train appeared ahead, rolling into the station, going our direction. We looked at each other, creeped out and amused, and decided to keep going on foot. The eerieness of the scene only increased as street lamps began to burn out as we approached them (two or three in all). Half a block later our mom came and picked us up.

Yeah, that was fun.
In other news, the new camera is being repaired because I am an idiot and dropped it the day after getting it. Yaayyyyyyy!

sick as a...

This dog just stuck her face in my armpit. I leave it to you to figure out which one. (Dogs, not armpits) Hee hee...

And in other news, this is what I looked like for all of yesterday. Yay for 24-hour bugs! And stepping outside at 11 PM only to realize that you haven't seen the light of day (or night) for over 24 hours! Yaaayyyyyyyy!

So thanks to my new digital camera, I am now able to document each and every aspect of my life. Old habits die hard, however, and I can never quite remember to take photos, since I've been so used to living my life instead of recording it. (Hopefully that will satisfy the deep/angsty requirement for this post, since I'm so not feeling up to it today...)

I've also gone back to waitressing, which is satisfying monetarily, but otherwise results in nothing except sore feet and low morale. Well, at least I'm not waiting tables, right? Wait.... sigh.

Oh, and a movie for all you lovers of Johnny Depp and/or circus... Benny and Joon! Johnny Depp doing Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin=swoon!!!!!!

I apologize, that really wasn't supposed to rhyme.

Plus, I don't like limes.

But dimes....

They're cool.

:)

I hate Christmas music!!!!!!!!

Except for the good stuff, like "Good King Wenceslas," or "Silent Night," or "Carol of the Bells." Actually, that's not true, I do like Christmas music, just not the commercialized, souless crap that they play in Sharples ALL THE TIME. So glad I don't have to listen to that anymore. Hokay, just had to get that off my chest. Whew.
I hate/love transition periods. The whole new world thing is good, I guess, but you know, routine definitely has its benefits. It's comforting. And then there's leaving behind people you don't want to leave, with no one ahead for months but family and strangers. I mean, family is good, but it's starting to feel more and more like my friends are my real family, not those people to whose lifestyles I conformed for eighteen years. I love them, yes, but I'm bigger now than the role I filled in high school, and it's starting to be a tight squeeze whenever I try to fit back in.
But yeah, I just love good-byes. It's the condensed version of everything two people feel for each other, and what better time to let them really know how much you care? Of course, the not seeing them part isn't fun, but then it's all the sweeter when you meet again.
Well, I don't miss people as a rule, but I will miss this semester a lot, and this semester was awesome simply and solely because of the people I had the priviledge to be with. Keep in touch, please, everyone! Lots of love. :)

Up-date

I think it was Becky (my ever-so-wonderful sister) who pointed out at some point in the past that update is a funny word because it seems as if one is perhaps going out with someone, I don't know, taller than them? Silly. And also relevant to my situation at this moment in time, as I am now dating someone taller than me. It's the first romantic-type-thing I've had that feels really right and, well, normal, or at least as normal as someone like me can get. It's awesome so far. And as much as I hate the fact that we only have a week together, it's nice not to have anything that it's distracting me from, other than utter boredom and spending time with other wonderful people. Gosh, life is good!
In other news, I'm feeling slightly less freaked out about India, now that I've been evaluated and visa-ed by the Indian embassy, been stuck with needles multiple times (ugh...), gotten Typhoid from Worth four separate times, and been instructed to bring a box of Cadbury Fruit and Nut Chocolates as a gift for my host in Kolkata. As long as the room comes through, it looks like it's all going to be okay...

Adventures

Okay, I have a blog. Wow.


So... it's the end of Junior year at Swat for me, also the end of the best semester yet. Fabric parties with Liquid Tension Experiment and Christina Aguilera, spooning circles, late night Paces and Qub ventures, ridiculosity at brunch on Sundays with the bread crowd, bitching about Erin Mee, breaking glass, wearing unitards and ridiculous make-up... gosh, it's been good. I'm going to miss you all.