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Oct. 27th, 2003 08:27 amGreat weekend. Positively smashing! :)
Friday after my hustled post, and after a ride was given by beatgoddess (who is both beat and a goddess, even when she's all silly and not awake yet sometimes) to the mall,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gossamer_gull and inle_rah whisked the sundart and me off to her house for a fun filled evening of Buffy. Mmm, Buffy. Grr. Argh. We had left off at some point in the middle of season 2, and we devoured a few episodes that evening. Oh, before the Buffy, there was Atkins Farms (always a good idea) where we bought provisions for cooking that night's dinner. I do recommend the cranberry and herb spiced stuffed chicken breast. Yummers. :)
You know, the pioneer valley is really fucking gorgeous in the fall. Wow. All these gently rolling hills carpeted in these wonderful red yellow and orange tones... sigh...
After Buffy addict one and two went to sleep, g.g. and I went for a long walk in the dark and chill and did our usual gee, we're the only two people up at this obscene hour! Let's talk! thing. I vented a lot of crap that I've been carrying around for a few weeks and now feel a little more balanced in general. Shot out to g.g. for patiently listening to me babble for over an hour. Went back home, thawed out with cider, and fell asleep to I love the 80s. zzzzz....
The next daysundart was up way before anyone else was, and then I woke up, then the two actual denizens of the house woke up. Which was okay with me because I got some writing done, and some sappy music played, so that was all good. Then we went to the local convenience store for caffiene and snackies, and amused the hell out of the clerk and a customer for being our usual completely inappropriate selves. I swear we were the high point of the clerk's day. Money was procured, and to the strains of a mix tape I had made gossamer_gull a whiles back, we set off towards the park.
( Six flags, an illustrated journey )
We went home and watched quite a bit more Buffy, making it as far as four episodes before the end of season 2 - at the same time I began tearing - er, unbraiding the yarn from my hair. Every so often me scalp needs a brushing and the hair needs a thorough scrubbing, plus unbraiding it every so often keeps it from forming interesting dreadlocks. At some point I have to put it back in, as I want to be fully raggedy-anned for the pirate party.
Morning the next - more proof that you can technically get cozy with another person on something as small as a loveseat and still sleep.sundart came downstairs and tucked up with me for a little while. :)
g.g. and inle wanted to head to Sprawl-fart to get the pictures from yesterday developed, so we went, dropped them off, and then went to Friendly's for lunchies. I think that may be the first time I actually had room for dessert after gorging myself on things involving batter fried chicken. Oh, man, but their apple pie sundae was good. :)
We headed back to Wal-mart to pick up the pictures, and then through a vast comedy of errors lost and were lost by inle and g.g. That and on top of that - ugh, got box store itis and remember sitting on a bench fidgeting and whining. I hate florescent lighting... and Wal Mart. But pictures were procured (as you can see) and we went on our merry way home to finish up the second Buffy (ye gods, the angst! I don't think even anime series lay it on quite this thick) and then head back to Northampton, where we related the short short version of our good time tobeatgoddess - and I got that email from Mom. *sigh* *sings* Back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now...
Actually, that story has a more or less good ending. I called up Stan to freak out - er, talk about the fact that I wasn't cool with the location of Thanksgiving. He was all like "well, if you're not comfy with it don't go." Which I knew, but needed to hear from an actual blood relation at least once. I can't say that didn't come without a little bit of guilt tripping but he did have a point about it maybe not turning into such a big deal if my "presence" wasn't such a precious commodity these days. Well and good and point taken, but I didn't really want to talk to anyone I was related to after Father's Day (ee ee oh, ee ee oh...) I felt like they were also responsible for what happened to me then, and I still do, sorta, although I generally don't like holding grudges against people for inaction in a volatile situation, especially as I myself have a tendancy to freeze in the presence of intense confrontation. Although intense confrontation is different from actual abuse. hmm. moral quandry. Must explore further. Stan also brought up something interesting about the family cranial wiring which confirmed a lot of my own suspicions on the matter and also got me thinking. Will probably ramble on about this subject in a later entry. Anyway, it was a good talk, and I'm glad I called him.
And that, kids, was my weekend.
Friday after my hustled post, and after a ride was given by beatgoddess (who is both beat and a goddess, even when she's all silly and not awake yet sometimes) to the mall,
gossamer_gull and inle_rah whisked the sundart and me off to her house for a fun filled evening of Buffy. Mmm, Buffy. Grr. Argh. We had left off at some point in the middle of season 2, and we devoured a few episodes that evening. Oh, before the Buffy, there was Atkins Farms (always a good idea) where we bought provisions for cooking that night's dinner. I do recommend the cranberry and herb spiced stuffed chicken breast. Yummers. :)You know, the pioneer valley is really fucking gorgeous in the fall. Wow. All these gently rolling hills carpeted in these wonderful red yellow and orange tones... sigh...
After Buffy addict one and two went to sleep, g.g. and I went for a long walk in the dark and chill and did our usual gee, we're the only two people up at this obscene hour! Let's talk! thing. I vented a lot of crap that I've been carrying around for a few weeks and now feel a little more balanced in general. Shot out to g.g. for patiently listening to me babble for over an hour. Went back home, thawed out with cider, and fell asleep to I love the 80s. zzzzz....
The next day
sundart was up way before anyone else was, and then I woke up, then the two actual denizens of the house woke up. Which was okay with me because I got some writing done, and some sappy music played, so that was all good. Then we went to the local convenience store for caffiene and snackies, and amused the hell out of the clerk and a customer for being our usual completely inappropriate selves. I swear we were the high point of the clerk's day. Money was procured, and to the strains of a mix tape I had made gossamer_gull a whiles back, we set off towards the park.( Six flags, an illustrated journey )
We went home and watched quite a bit more Buffy, making it as far as four episodes before the end of season 2 - at the same time I began tearing - er, unbraiding the yarn from my hair. Every so often me scalp needs a brushing and the hair needs a thorough scrubbing, plus unbraiding it every so often keeps it from forming interesting dreadlocks. At some point I have to put it back in, as I want to be fully raggedy-anned for the pirate party.
Morning the next - more proof that you can technically get cozy with another person on something as small as a loveseat and still sleep.
sundart came downstairs and tucked up with me for a little while. :) g.g. and inle wanted to head to Sprawl-fart to get the pictures from yesterday developed, so we went, dropped them off, and then went to Friendly's for lunchies. I think that may be the first time I actually had room for dessert after gorging myself on things involving batter fried chicken. Oh, man, but their apple pie sundae was good. :)
We headed back to Wal-mart to pick up the pictures, and then through a vast comedy of errors lost and were lost by inle and g.g. That and on top of that - ugh, got box store itis and remember sitting on a bench fidgeting and whining. I hate florescent lighting... and Wal Mart. But pictures were procured (as you can see) and we went on our merry way home to finish up the second Buffy (ye gods, the angst! I don't think even anime series lay it on quite this thick) and then head back to Northampton, where we related the short short version of our good time to
beatgoddess - and I got that email from Mom. *sigh* *sings* Back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now...Actually, that story has a more or less good ending. I called up Stan to freak out - er, talk about the fact that I wasn't cool with the location of Thanksgiving. He was all like "well, if you're not comfy with it don't go." Which I knew, but needed to hear from an actual blood relation at least once. I can't say that didn't come without a little bit of guilt tripping but he did have a point about it maybe not turning into such a big deal if my "presence" wasn't such a precious commodity these days. Well and good and point taken, but I didn't really want to talk to anyone I was related to after Father's Day (ee ee oh, ee ee oh...) I felt like they were also responsible for what happened to me then, and I still do, sorta, although I generally don't like holding grudges against people for inaction in a volatile situation, especially as I myself have a tendancy to freeze in the presence of intense confrontation. Although intense confrontation is different from actual abuse. hmm. moral quandry. Must explore further. Stan also brought up something interesting about the family cranial wiring which confirmed a lot of my own suspicions on the matter and also got me thinking. Will probably ramble on about this subject in a later entry. Anyway, it was a good talk, and I'm glad I called him.
And that, kids, was my weekend.
