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let's get lost
Oct. 12th, 2004 11:38 pmGod, my ass hurts. I'm sure everyone's delighted to know that. *grins* I've started walking again, and am feeling the burn.
I did invest in a couple pairs of synthetic shorts, though, and they are much better than cotton. Yay.
Haven't been online as much recently, due to midterms and Alias, both fierce competitors for my free time. I love that TV show so much, it's unreal. I got caught up on Lost this weekend. It's really cool so far, though I wish things would start to, you know, happen. Also, I want Matthew Fox to be eaten by something large and smelly.
I went to a family reunion of sorts this weekend; that's always fun, being hugged and interrogated by people you're supposedly related to but can't recognize. It was weird, too, in that we were there to celebrate my paternal grandmother's sister's 97th birthday. It's a great thing, and she's still very much "with it" (she told me to move cause I was blocking the Braves game), but it underscores the fact that none of my own grandparents are still alive. This weekend was the anniversary of my mom's mother's death, which was definitely weighing on her, what with all the wedding planning.
No big philosophical point here; it's just odd not having any grandparents at 23, not having had any since 20. My family feels unbalanced sometimes because of that, and I know it bothers my mom that she might not see her own grandkids (god willing and I hope she's not looking at me) get married.
Ok, enough of that. Been reading Sarah Dunant's The Birth of Venus lately. It interesting enough that I'll read several chapters every night before bed, but not so interesting that I'm compelled to read it during the day. The descriptions are lovely, though, and I'm a sucker for Italian pseudo-history. Also dug up A Tree Grows in Brooklyn this weekend. Nearly every time I open it, I end up reading it through again. I don't know what it is, but I just get pulled into the story.
I did invest in a couple pairs of synthetic shorts, though, and they are much better than cotton. Yay.
Haven't been online as much recently, due to midterms and Alias, both fierce competitors for my free time. I love that TV show so much, it's unreal. I got caught up on Lost this weekend. It's really cool so far, though I wish things would start to, you know, happen. Also, I want Matthew Fox to be eaten by something large and smelly.
I went to a family reunion of sorts this weekend; that's always fun, being hugged and interrogated by people you're supposedly related to but can't recognize. It was weird, too, in that we were there to celebrate my paternal grandmother's sister's 97th birthday. It's a great thing, and she's still very much "with it" (she told me to move cause I was blocking the Braves game), but it underscores the fact that none of my own grandparents are still alive. This weekend was the anniversary of my mom's mother's death, which was definitely weighing on her, what with all the wedding planning.
No big philosophical point here; it's just odd not having any grandparents at 23, not having had any since 20. My family feels unbalanced sometimes because of that, and I know it bothers my mom that she might not see her own grandkids (god willing and I hope she's not looking at me) get married.
Ok, enough of that. Been reading Sarah Dunant's The Birth of Venus lately. It interesting enough that I'll read several chapters every night before bed, but not so interesting that I'm compelled to read it during the day. The descriptions are lovely, though, and I'm a sucker for Italian pseudo-history. Also dug up A Tree Grows in Brooklyn this weekend. Nearly every time I open it, I end up reading it through again. I don't know what it is, but I just get pulled into the story.
