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6 August 2007 11:31Congratulations to Megan and Sam Sarver!
The wedding was beautiful, and made all the moreso because both are friends of mine, who I'd seen day in and day out at all number of lunch tables, choir rehearsals, LARPs, or just wandering around campus. It was the first time, I think, that I've thought of marriage as not almost a fairy tale but as something real and binding. Even thinking about that, and the immediate mind-gibbering that followed, I could only see good things happening for Megan and Sam.
I don't think I could see myself doing that for a long time yet. Something in me is fidgety and doesn't want to fall prey to real life yet.
Yesterday was a long day. Drove back with Ken in the morning, then sat for a bit, then went to work, then went out with Mueller for his birthday. I had realized about three fourths through the party that I knew everyone there, but had never been as comfortable with them as with my own dear friends. I'm sure it would have been similar if I had had an outing with my friends and had invited Mueller--we're odd, the two of us. At least in that neither of us were particularly close with each other's friends, but somehow we managed to keep ahold of each other after high school. I was wondering about it the other day--I think he might be the only person from high school not from the friend-amoeba that I've kept contact with.
Anyway, it isn't that I didn't feel comfortable, but more that I sat in the corner and wallflowered. Gosh, I'm very shy. Who knew.
I need to wash my hair. Bleargh.
Hand is slowly healing.
Back to Knox relatively soon--September 2nd. I'll move into my single, after hopefully sorting out all my crap piles here. It irks me that my books are with Tali, because then I can't sort through them and figure out which ones I want to keep and which to send home. Hopefully dad will stay long enough to take back stuff I don't want.
Got my learner's permit finally.
Kaleem sounds better on this song than the actual artist.
The wedding was beautiful, and made all the moreso because both are friends of mine, who I'd seen day in and day out at all number of lunch tables, choir rehearsals, LARPs, or just wandering around campus. It was the first time, I think, that I've thought of marriage as not almost a fairy tale but as something real and binding. Even thinking about that, and the immediate mind-gibbering that followed, I could only see good things happening for Megan and Sam.
I don't think I could see myself doing that for a long time yet. Something in me is fidgety and doesn't want to fall prey to real life yet.
Yesterday was a long day. Drove back with Ken in the morning, then sat for a bit, then went to work, then went out with Mueller for his birthday. I had realized about three fourths through the party that I knew everyone there, but had never been as comfortable with them as with my own dear friends. I'm sure it would have been similar if I had had an outing with my friends and had invited Mueller--we're odd, the two of us. At least in that neither of us were particularly close with each other's friends, but somehow we managed to keep ahold of each other after high school. I was wondering about it the other day--I think he might be the only person from high school not from the friend-amoeba that I've kept contact with.
Anyway, it isn't that I didn't feel comfortable, but more that I sat in the corner and wallflowered. Gosh, I'm very shy. Who knew.
I need to wash my hair. Bleargh.
Hand is slowly healing.
Back to Knox relatively soon--September 2nd. I'll move into my single, after hopefully sorting out all my crap piles here. It irks me that my books are with Tali, because then I can't sort through them and figure out which ones I want to keep and which to send home. Hopefully dad will stay long enough to take back stuff I don't want.
Got my learner's permit finally.
Kaleem sounds better on this song than the actual artist.