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| Current music: | "God of Wine", Third Eye Blind |
The Weekend: Friends and a Preying Mantis
My my, a topsy turvy few days. I saw Adelaide (she's a doll!) , another of my best friends, on friday afternoon, and then i went out with Falstaff on friday night . . . . an interesting evening, complete with Banana schnapps and lively (. . . . infer what you will) debate. Let's just say that I won the debate, and that means i win the bet with Swigert (think Apollo 13). So there. I do have some self-control. I was thinking of calling to say goodbye Saturday, and then decided against it. What more was there to say, really?
My brother brought home an Ex, whom he's trying to set me up with again . . . I ended that as quickly and painlessly as i could. No more high school.
Saturday i babysat for a new client and made too much money. I also got to sit in absolute peace and quiet for 4 hours, listening to handel, rereading the two towers and drifting off into daydreams whenever i wanted to. It was bliss. And I got paid for it.
Sunday i went to church, saw Aquinas, beautiful as ever - if ever a man could look simultaneously like an Elf and a Vampire, this is him. Hopefully he'll remember to call. I'm thinking he may be interested in learning Greek with me. Other than that, it was a quiet day. I got my grades, which was wonderful, because my GPA is higher than I expected, though now I will never have the coveted 4.0. Oh well. I talked to a few friends online. Galileo IMd me, which was incredily flattering . . . seems he's having a good time at college. I do miss him . . . for obvious reasons, and because he is soooo funny and intellectual. Prufrok also informed me that the Preying Mantis has been insulting me - now I'm a slut - and telling him that one of my best friends told her (TPM) that I am overbearing and obnoxious. I highly doubt that this is the case, but it made me so angry that she said it that i felt physically sick. I was crying and shaking. If i see her, bad things will happen. Prufrock says she wanted my address . . . hate mail or a Christmas card? Ever the deceiver . . .
So that ruined my pleasant Sunday.
Today I took care of my baby sister, read some more, had a delicious spaghetti dinner. And Prufrock took me to Arabica,a nd then we drove around for a while. I saw my old house, and where he lives --- a tour of our little city, basically. It was really fun, and a welcome change of pace.
Ramya is worried again that she is unlovable. I seriously disagree . . . I wish she could see her own beauty, internal and external.
I think i need to write some poetry soon. I'm getting into one of those moods that i won't get out of unless i write.
Anyway, i have to be up early tomorrow . . . duty calls . . .
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