When I picture myself toiling under the near-equatorial sun in Guatemala in a week, I basically see Kate Austen, sweat-stained and totally smokin' hot. Yes, this is unrealistic. and I realize that I will not look at all attractive or ripped whilst covered in grit and sweat like Evangeline Lilly does. But a girl can dream, can't she?
I have mentioned Evangeline Lilly in two posts already. That's kinda weird, right? Speaking of 'Lost', I definitely had a 'Lost' dream last night, featuring a few of the characters and a creepy, mysterious plot. It was probably induced by the Malaria pill I took on Saturday - one of the side effects is weird dreams. Some other brands of Malaria pills include psychosis and homicidal urges as side effects, so if a 'Lost' dream is all I have to endure I will consider myself lucky.
Meanwhile, it's nearly impossible to get anything done at work. Even harder than usual to focus or spend my time productively - so you know it's bad.
This weekend was graduation, and we had a potluck lunch at our house with all of the families of the graduates. There was large quantities of food, and large quantities leftover, meaning that all of the awkward mingling with extended relatives was worth it. I scooted out of the party early on Saturday to head to Grosse Pointe to see Marge, my best friend/favorite human being. She lives in the pacific northwest, and I only get to see her about once or twice a year. She was in for the weekend, forced by her family to be home for her older brother's completely unexpected community musical theater debut. It was nice seeing her family... I basically grew up at her house, so it's strange to be back there as an adult. The oddest thing was drinking coffee there and cooking breakfast for ourselves. Her mom would have been happy to do it for us, but we were in a hurry so we scrambled our own eggs. I've been eating meals there for the past 12 years, but this one really made me feel old. Hard to explain.
I actually cried when I saw Marge. She's just the best. And after a long talk, I'm reconsidering my choice of city for my big move. Strongly reconsidering. Seeing her and talking to her just made me feel good, like I felt when I went to visit her for my senior spring break. Not just good, but somehow refreshed, or centered, or attuned to how I really want my life to be. And if I could potentially feel that way all time by moving to Portland and living with her, I should probably do that.
It's noon already?
I'm going to see Kate Nash on Wednesday, and I am beyond excited. I started listening to her last spring, probably just about a year ago. I listened to her incessantly then, so all of her music brings back all of my post-graduation excitement/summery good feelings. Isn't it wonderful how certain albums/artists/songs can become so connected to distinct time periods? Also bad sometimes though, because I am only just now able to listen to James Taylor after his entire milieu was ruined by the fact that I saw him in concert on a perfect summer night at an outdoor amphitheater with my high school boyfriend. I was sickeningly in love, so when things ended miserably and my poor little heart was broken, naturally I took it out on James Taylor. Ha. Such a silly girl.
4 hours down, 4 to go.
I just have to say that I bought a dress yesterday. A girly, frilly, pale yellow dress that I have every intention of wearing to work sometime soon. Now if that isn't a sign of my need for radical change and/or of the apocalypse, I don't know what is.
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