Friday night was spent reliving a past passion, the act of going downtown for dinner and mingling, going to No Shame theatre (though it was small, and comparatively un-funny to others I’ve attended,) and just spending time with friends in the city air. I saw a few locals I used to know, though I think with this hair cut and this total 180 in terms of friends (i.e. not barging into a room with an abrasively loud force) they maybe didn’t recognize me.
It’s refreshing to be putting myself in new social situations (I’ve even grown an impressive back-bone these days.) This past weekend has been some sort of weight off my shoulders; not easy, no no, but just, to repeat, refreshing. The sun is out again in full swing and although its not warm, it’s not cold (a new feeling for me — I’ve been cold since last spring, and I don’t mean that emotionally.)
What is new, what is new. I have signed up to read at April 29th’s Grapheon; it was only fair to make an appearance I think — the theme is (from what I can gather by the cryptic title) Karma, and coincidentally, I just recently made a post on my other journal about what I believed to be karmic retributions of sort (also a cryptic notion, the post was about four words long, and never once mentioned the event I thought to be of karmic nature.)
What a coincidence that the theme love poems was so recently crossed out then and “Is it KARMA?” was put in it’s place as the theme! It’s as if I have some sort of power over these things.
I’ve drunk three cups of tea today, and I doubt I’m done rampaging through the stashes; my own collection is dwindling, but luckily there is always (albeit rather limited in selection) tea at Moody. Finally, a constant at Moody that isn’t either completely gross, or something you immediately regret eating.
I’ve found myself to now be fully and finally lactose intolerant, fulfilling my destiny as a nerdy jew. Yeah, I’m the kid who went to cognitive therapy during elementary school due to extreme separation anxiety (and cause I was too damn smart, how about that) and the kid who spent middle school in after-school computer graphics classes, the formative years spent surfing AOL teen chat-rooms and playing video games. I am now the lady who enjoys tutoring for a living, who nags her boyfriend in that jewish guilt way about soda (hypocritically, as I want nothing more than to run downstairs barefoot to purchase a coke) and vegetables, who enjoys bargain hunting and thrifting.
