coexistapart's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hope is not a plan Not too much to write about, in fact it almost seems kinds of pointless to write an entry except for the delightful & decadent cup of coffee I had around 8:30pm whilst playing Uno with Big. That's going to keep up for a while, and I've pretty much exhausted all of the good things on the DVR. Watched the Oscars on Sunday. I feel like these live events are *the* perfect time to have a DVR--pause during the great fashion choices, fast forward through the awkward and dull acceptance speeches, and rewind to catch whatever you missed when you got up to get a snack for the tenth time. I got an email from my mother this morning. It was nothing, really, but it still made (makes) my blood boil none-the-less. It was one of those chatty forwards where she's trying to show me that she's achieving normalcy by trying to pretend she knows exactly what I'm doing. It's not inherently anything my aunt (her sister) might have told her, it's simply that she has the nerve to pretend to be chatty chatty as though everything is ok. The reality is that she seems to have forgotten that I'm not speaking to her--that I do NOT want to hear from her unless it's a constructive apology. She certainly does not understand that, so I just choose to ignore her completely. We had some last minute company to dinner on Saturday, which was nice. There's a guy from Big's work who recently got his girlfriend to move out (aka freedom) who I keep saying should come out to LC and see us; I met him a couple of times in the fall when Big's NJ boss was in town, etc., but in the past he's just been generally tied down with this woman and her kids. Now that he's finally got his freedom, Big told him to come by this weekend; I thawed some ribs I was planning to cook anyway, not knowing if he would come Saturday or Sunday. Mid-afternoon on Saturday I'm cooling my heels reading my book out in the sun after Big and I had a disagreement about phone usage (reoccuring issue) when he let's me know that not only is R coming, but also Bart & Jen for dinner in less than two hours. Sunday I spoke to Anna for the first time in ages. We tag texted a little when I was coming back in the New Year, but she still didn't have her new phone and was up to all sorts of crazy things. Turns out the same issues are only getting worse; literally the night before she had tried cocaine (as she legitimized, proudly) and was having issues with her current dream date (didn't see that one coming, did we?) but she got in to do a PhD at UCLA except now she's waiting on Berkeley. She sounded terrible on the phone, goodness only knows what she'd been up to at 4pm on a Sunday. My natural inclination is to back away, but then again part of me is just angered that someone *I* know would continue to make such bad choices, repeatedly, and idiotically. Who knows what I will find when I get there in three weeks. Tomorrow I'm going to spend the day at the Bean, my favourite little cafe in Mesilla. I have no idea how I did not discover this sooner. I also realized that the Israel thing is fixable in the sense that I have 50,000 points which may not get me to Jerusalem (oddly enough) but will get me to any European city; I just need to pick where I want to go, and then pay the flight connection. Rome you would think would be the cheapest, since it's closest, but looks as though a more sensible hub like Paris or Frankrfut (not London with its dumb security fees) would have the cheapest connections. 2:02 a.m. - 2009-02-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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