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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Yet another great weekend, and it's not even over yet.

Friday = pick up ridiculous looking heart-shaped glasses from a fellow knitter for a costume i would be wearing on saturday, watch project runway/top chef/big brother, get dominic's car washed

Saturday = wake up ridiculously early because i'm nuts, go back to sleep until 9:30, feel totally re-energized from that 2 hour nap, do a nutty race with miles/aubrey/mike where it's part amazing race part scavenger hunt part awesome, rita took pictures to blackmail us since we were wearing stupid silly costumes, run around the city in said stupid silly costumes and then walk around the city because mike forgot his asthma medicine, finish the race and steal as bananas/granola bars/water as humanly possible, go see my old neighbor and had a nice, long chat which ended in a great big hug and a promise to see eachother when dominic and i get back from mexico, pick blackberries at discovery park, take my sweet little time picking blackberries/talking to my mom/talking to dominic/staying at the sun and a great view of the mountains, watch an episode of Degrassi that i've never seen when i thought i have seen every single episode ever made!, make fig/chocolate cookies for miles, lick my fingers lots, all the while dancing around the house with the music on real loud.

now i'm pretty exhausted, but in a happy, pleasant way. the kind of way where like in the movie, Sideways, the characters sat in the sun with a good bottle of wine with friends and laughed lots. like that, but better.

stay tuned for sunday.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Weekend of Solo

After my last blog, I created a bit of a stir with some friends. Thanks Jessie for caring. You are really one of those people that even if we can't talk every month(s), when we do it's like time has never passed. Our talks make me want to visit you in Spain more often. I love how you are also one of my only friends that I can tell everything and anything to because we are one of the same in so many ways. You are truly a special one and sometimes I want to hug you real tight, because we just get each other.

Talking to her last night was a real nice way to end the weekend. On Friday it began with me seeing Ponyo by myself. I love, love, love nothing more than seeing movies on my own - for anything so that I don't have to say what I felt about the movie the second it ends. I like to contemplate a little before judging. It takes me at least 10 minutes to figure out what happened in those 2 hours and then I'll talk and say, yeah it was good, but I wouldn't see it again. And I wouldn't see it at the Dreaded Time Where Every Family and Child None To Man Is In The Theater With You. No, I will not be doing that again.

Then, it was Saturday and I was up earlier than ever tooling around until I felt it was safe enough to do a hike up Tiger Mountain - again on my own. To which I remembered how much more I enjoy this by myself than with others. I loved that I didn't have to wait for anyone. I could go at my own time, at my own speed. And when I reached the top, I didn't have to go immediately down. I sat there for a good 20 minutes looking at the clouds deciding which cloud looked like which animal, while listening to some of my favorite songs. The hike itself was a good 2,000 ft up so I definitely needed the rest and I was pretty proud that I wasn't too scared on the way down. Usually I get vertigo, and I did a little, but not to the point of wanting to stop. Anyway, I was giddy that I didn't have to talk to anyone more than, "Good morning" or "Hi". It was probably one of the best hikes I've done in awhile.

Next up, the 10k I did with Aubrey. It was probably high time I had some human interaction, and if you're gonna be around humans you might as well do it with Aubrey and Mike - probably my two favorite people in Seattle. After the run, in which we did pretty awesome (6.2 miles in 52.01 minutes which equals 8.23 minutes per mile!! I was 12th in my age/gender group) Mike took our sore legs to late breakfast where we indulged in baked beans, eggs, dutch babies and alcohol!! It only took me one hot toddy to be properly drunk before noon and the only way to celebrate that was to get hour-long foot massages with our friend, Rita, in the International District. It was the perfect events to do post race and I'm definitely making this a ritual for future races.

Then I did a bunch of other things, like nap and garden and bike and farmer's market and sit in a bath for 2 hours with my Entertainment Weekly and Hot Chip on my speakers. When Dominic called, I felt rejuvenated. Happy. I was grateful for everything and even though by 8pm my shins were starting to bother me, I couldn't shake the smile off my face.

It was a great weekend indeed.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

I'm ready for my break.

Have you had one of those weeks, that turned into one of those months? I rarely have those, so when I do it feels like I'm on my period for too long. I had to deal with some pretty heavy personal crap that I would never tell the blog or you, or you, or you for that matter. It's just one of those things. And even by hinting at it, I've probably said too much that'll involve my mother calling me to ask questions and say, "SEE! I knew this would bother you." Ugh, shut it. Everyone, just shut it.

And then there's work.

And then there's these dreams I have about doing something completely different with my life and lately they've been pounding on my front door so loud I have to cover my ears to make it stop.

And then there's the fact that I really want to be alone. It's not because of this month. It's because I simply like being alone. I always have. I've never had lots of friends, and suddenly I do (and by lots I mean like 6 people - if that). I think I miss it the other way sometimes. It's weird. Maybe some people aren't meant to have more than 5 friends at a time. I'm probably one of those people.

Sorry for the lame, woe is me fucking blog. Dominic is leaving for 10 days so I'll definitely have time to decompress, hike and see movies by myself. And then when I start really missing him till my heart breaks, he'll be back and we'll be off to Mexico to see one of my very good friends get married. I miss her a lot and I can't wait to see her at her happiest.