" 'Cathy I'm lost' I said, though I knew she was sleeping, 'I'm empty and aching and I don't know why'..."
This has been a really good, weird, strange, nice, tiring, relaxing weekend... or something.
Friday was fun. I really loved "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." It reminded me of lots of things that I had forgotten about, and put a brighter light on some things that have really been stressing me out lately. We actually watched it AGAIN last night, cause it was due this morning and I wanted to see it again. It was even better the second time.
I spent yesterday alternating between writing in my journal, doing cross-stitch, playing piano, and making phone calls. I got a phone call from href="http://scothikin.org/">Scot and that totally made my week. He's in Vienna, and sounds like he is having mucho fun. I went on an awesome walk, the weather was rocking my world. And I spent alot of time on my Bach concerto. I was just really relaxed, and it occured to me that yesterday was the first full day off that I have had since before I went to Michigan!
But in other moods, I'm just freaking out. It isn't the thought of not having a home that scares me, its the thought of not having a job. I don't remember a time where I haven't had to worry about money, and it just gets exausting. Gina e-mailed me with an awesome idea about France, but I'm not sure if it will all work out.
Send me good vibes so I don't have a heart attack.
Okay, so I was about to publish this and had to come back for a final comment. I just witnessed a memeber of the wresting team giving a fellow employee his number for a halloween party tonight. UGH... I'm not one to label... but here I go. The athletes at this school are scum. Okay, I'm passing alot of judgement because I, um, how do I put this without making this blog entry three pages long, I knew several of the football players when I was a sophmore. They are scum. All of them. Blech. Gross. I need soap.
Anyways, I hate scummy guys. I really do. And I got a that sick-to-my-stomach feeling that I thought only the football players could give me when I heard her ask "can I bring my roomate?" And he said "is she a chick? Don't bring any guys. Just bring chicks." EEEEEEEEEE!!!! I think I'm going to go and talk to my fellow employee, (who happens to be a size-zero blond freshman), as to why this party is a BAD idea.