My Weekend
Sunday, Mar. 10, 2002 23:10

**Note: This entry is boring, and incredibly choppy, as it was written over a 3-day span.

FRIDAY

I miss my diary! I am in Beverly with no internet connection. How sad! I think that the Retallacks have internet access. I'm just not sure how to access it. Plus, what is really the point of getting away for the weekend if I'm not really getting away at all. But I need to write before I can do anything else, I think. I am listening to music currently. It's good. Right now it's Ella Fitzgerald. So yeah, here I am in Kyle's old bedroom once again. This time I have my dear computer with me. I have headphones on, and am sitting on the bed, with my back against the wall. Perhaps I might look like I am doing something that it more worth my time. But alas, no.

"alas, no." That's something that Noah says. He's dramatic like that. Hey look- another parallel between the two people that I have loved romantically. They are both completely, ridiculously overdramatic. Personally, I dont see that as a bad thing. It keeps life interesting. I like people that are willing to openly share their emotions. I just have issues when it become unclear whether or not the emotions being shown are real or not.

I made myself feel really pathetic this morning. I sat in work study for hours reading livejournals of people that I know very very vaguely?and some not so vaguely. And it made me wish that I had more to say. I love reading about people and their romantic venture. In fact, I found the livejournal of this girl that I generally refer to as "Pretty girl."

(got interrupted?dinner time!!!)

SUNDAY

Thank you Lauren for re-introducing me to "Lucky Love!" Yay! It's so good!!!!

I'm so happy today! So happy happy happy! Hehe, only someone this giddy would use the world "happy" three times in a row to describe herself. La vida es Buena! I was having all of these wakeful dreams of Maggie and Floyd last night. It?s all this family stuff. I like family. The concept of a family is amazing to me at this stage in my life. (For instance, Mark just said "You vacuum that when you?re done!" He was talking to the cat, whom was sitting on the comfy leather chair. *Note- My aunt and uncle are the coolest, most laid back people I know, and they don't care at all.) After living in a dorm, with no real sense of family, nobody to come home to, no degree of comfort at all, it is so nice to come to such a warm loving place. And their newly renovated kitchen and living areas are just about as light and cozy as you can get. I love it. Mark referred to it as my home away from home. I guess that is sort of what it is, my Massachusetts home. I even get my own room when I come. And people gravely underestimate the value of private bathrooms!

Anyway, so the deal with my dreaming. I kept letting images of Floyd showing up at camp for the first time invade my mind. I was so pleased by the concept that I was laughing out loud. What an idea! I am really really excited to have Floyd as a part of my family. I miss her a lot. I miss Maggie too! I will be really disappointed if I don't get to see Maggie this week. Fortunately, it's pretty much guaranteed that I will see Floyd in the next two weeks. That's not something I'm worried about. And I'm trying not to get my hopes up with Maggie. I just don't know, I guess.

At first when I was here, in Beverly, I was finding it a little difficult to deal with my automatic assumption that after this I would be going home. Since every time I have been here, I have gone home directly after, it was something that my mind was automatically thinking. But today I will go back to Boston. And that is okay with me! And no, I'm not just telling myself that. I want to get back to my livejournal reading, to always having someone around me, to watching "A League of their own" at Afterhours tomorrow night (with Jeff and Robin?), to relaxing and talking with Lauren and Beck, to finishing up the end of the quarter with a bang. OH how I hope I can make a 4.0. Yeek! I?m not sure if I can do it. I HAVE to do extremely well (like 98ish) on my psych final. I have to get an A on my modern novel essays. In fact, that?s what I?m supposed to be doing now, but these are things I feel I need to get out first. Pathetic justification, I know. I think my film paper is good. Let?s just hope that my professor thinks so too. If so, then French Film is in the bag. And what's left? Oh, Calc. Right. I think as long as I get about a 90, then that class is mine. I have 100s for my Homework and quiz averages. The final counts a little more, I think, but still. It?s not bad. SOOO, I guess we?ll see.

Okay, on to the essays. If I think of more later, I will write more later.

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Ha! Nope, didn?t get any of my essay done. Man, I hate doing this. I'm suffering from essay burn-out, not to mention the fact that there are so many other wonderful appealing things to do around here! Jeesh! I'm listening to Disney music. I just packed up all my stuff. I had some of the best salad ever to exist, along with some home-made granola that is also amazing. I'm telling you... it pays to have an aunt who can cook! Still thinking about Floyd. Gotta go back and check my email a little later today. Maggie told me that she?d let me know what she was doing in the next couple of days. This was about a week ago, maybe less. So hopefully, she has told me by now. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't. I'm also waiting for my mom to get back to me about how I'm getting home Thursday. It would be perfect if Maggie wanted to go to Maine on Thursday. Then she could give me a ride home. But, that seems rather unlikely to me.

I would kind of rather be upstairs right now. But my computer was running out of battery so I had to come back down to "my room."

For some reason, I miss Jeff. Weird, considering I don't really spend any time with him anyway. Hmm. I'll have to acquire his screen name in the next few days, if I run into him. Then maybe we'd hang out or whatever.

"Come with me and you?ll be in a world of pure imagination!"

I love that song.