2004-06-26 - 6:59 p.m.
half-obligatory entry
I haven't update yet this weekend - due mostly to the fact that we're still without mom's box (the usual gateway for mine to be on the internet), and will be until Monday at least. I think I've mentioned before that I really dislike spending too much time on dad's laptop, so my internet time has been way down since we've been without mom's machine.
I've also not updated, admittedly, because I've been (as usual) bouncing between thinking too much and trying not to think. If you don't know what I'm talking about, nevermind. It's not the weekend for me to go into it. Check the archives for the last month, you'll get the idea, I think.
Currently listening to a new CD I picked up without planning on it when Mom and I were out earlier. Evanescence "Fallen". Don't shoot me if you've got something against them - I'm not about to claim they're the best thing since sliced bread or anything, but I like them enough to have bought the CD, right? (Or rather, enough for Mom to buy the CD. Payment for lugging around the new air conditioner and the sack of birdseed, I guess. She also payed for my copy of FFX2, which I told her not to do. *frown*)
I should point out that last night was a pretty decent night. I've got a horrible cold (although it's better today than it was yesterday or on Thursda) which nearly stopped me from going to open mic night at Amici. I'm glad I went anyway. For one, I got some poetry-writing accomplished (good thing, since I'm planning on making the poet's omn this coming Thursday night). And for two, I had something that I really needed. A very rambling, unstructured, intelligent conversation. After the shop closed down, Mary-Anne (Or is it Marianna? Somethig like tat - she's the Findlay college prof who put together poet's night and has been sitting at the Woodwards' table lately.) and I ended up standing out on the street until midnight. Mostly talking Lit, and the various things that it's astounding some people get out of high school without knowing. In any case, I haven't had that kind of two-directional brain ramble in a long time - at least since Talcott moved to Maine, maybe since a bit before. So that was good.
Also yesterday I got an invite to go and visit a friend of mine sometime this summer (or, as I've heard back from my reply, possibly after my work season ends this fall). Also a good thing - even if it doesn't work out to go (which I think it will since after my season's over is a possibility, and anymore I get one or two trips other than FruCon accomplished in the off season), it's very nice to be thought of in terms of an offer to go visit.
And of course, Talcott keeps asking when I'm coming to see Maine, and visit him and Zil. Mom will likely go along on that one - which is nice. I'd thought of the train, and with her going we'll probably get a sleeper car for the major haul of it, and that will make the trip much more comfortable.
See? If nothing else, I'm good at focusing on talking about the happy stuff. Like I said, I'm not going into the dark side of the weekend. It's not the time for that; I'm not in the frame of mind that will allow that to happen without it coming off as though I'm wallowing. I've got it on good authority that I shouldn't wallow.
I very nearly went to Findlay again tonight, to see Josh play a show with Tom and Marshall. However (and I realize how bad this sounds) I'm instead going to the Wharf. I might be held back since there's a chance of going to Grandmother's tomorrow to spend some tim in the pool, but initially the plan had been to get quite completly smashed tonight.
And no, you don't have to worry about that - there's actually a small variety of options for places to sleep that don't involve my driving home, or my driving anywhere for that matter.
I probably won't end up drinking that much at all, really. My intentions to drink too much usually fall through, kind of like how I can't brood in peace in a bar. Talcott says I have something like the Angel (as in Buffyverse, that is) effect - that being the only reasonable explaination for the fact that every time I'm set to get a good brood on in a bar, someone seems to decide that they're going to cheer me up, or at least make friends with me.
I'm not complaining about the new bar-buddies. If nothing else, the free drinks that usually come with them are nothing to bitch about. I just think it's funny that I can't brood in peace, even when I manage to hit the Wharf on a night when the only person inside that I know is whoever's tending bar.
So. Yeah. One month. Not going into it again, at least not right now. If you somehow missed what it is I'm not going into, read through the past month's archived entries.
Now that I've rambled on and on, managed to prove that I can still talk about positive things, and also managed to sound like a lush-in-training or something (I talk about the bar too much, I think. Probably gives folks the wrong idea), it's time to eat a little bit of dinner, finish listening to this CD, and then head out and get myself settled into my usual boozehall - if I get there a little early, I don't have to fight through as many drunken fishermen to ty to find myself a spot. (Although if my new bar-buddy David and his friends are there, I'll have a spot as soon as they see me coming.)
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