This song really gets to me sometimes. I love it a lot.
My day/evening/night: Jason came over because we were both bored and trying to decide what to do. We invited Carly and Candace, and they came about an hour later.
Rob and Charlie showed up later. And Rob took Carly to pick up Amanda much later.
We ordered pizza and sat around. Played Super Smash for a bit, but mostly just hung out.
Most people left around 10, but Candace, Chazz and I watched Dogma. So fantabulous. Candace left at 11 for curfew, and Chazz left after the movie.
Now I'm alone. And bored.
But I'm talking to Zoe, which is always fun. Mostly about guys. Not who is hot, or what not, but more psychological findings on why there aren't more for us. Ha ha. But seriously, I love Zoe because I can have an actual intellectual conversation. I really need to start hanging out with her more.
A post in which I ramble about a lot...highly incoherently and cryptically.
Peter just wrote in his post: I sleep for so long because I secretly hope that I won't wake up.
To a certain extent, I think I feel this exact same way.
Sometimes things just hit you. Like a ton of bricks. And anything that was floating and happy and twirling high in the sky suddenly falls to the ground with the force of the universe on it. Just one comment, one question can change everything, even if only for a moment. Who's that a picture of? And I'm speechless. And hoping for a quick subject change.
I was going to make this a friend's only post. But I didn't. I'm not sure why not. Nor why I would have in the first place.
I would say that I'm a fairly secure person, but when insecurities hit...they are a bitch.
I'm up earlier than usual. Okay, so not that much earlier, but an hour. AND! I didn't go to bed until 2. So there.
I guess I'm feeling a bit funky today. Don't know what's up. I'm sure I'll get better.
The good news, is that I have leftover pizza for breakfast/lunch, though I would have preferred Chinese. Damn the Chinese place for being closed Mondays.
Was considering watching a movie later. After I shower.
Tonight, I'm going into Chicago with Steph for an AWARE meeting at Mr. Cohen's house. The Israeli we had come back in April, Haggai, and other people refusing to serve in the IDF are going to be jailed in July. We are meeting to see what we can do. I don't really want to go, but Steph really wants me to, and I think it would be good. So that's my night. Maybe if it doesn't run too late, I can still get together with people later. Hmm...*is really freakin' selfish*
(I was going to write this earlier, but forgot about it.)
Perhaps I've mentioned that I'm manipulating? Well, it's not intentional. But it sure as hell works.
I can ask someone to do something for me, and they will...about 99% of the time, too. For example, I was at Candace's about a week ago and everyone was going upstairs to get ice cream. I lounged comfortable on the couch and asked Candace to dish some up for me. Instead of denying or yelling 'You've got two hands, and everyone else is getting their own...make it yourself'. Nope, she got it for me. (I can also make people get me drinks.)
More than that, though, I can make people stop what they are doing to be with me. Or if they don't, they feel really guilty.
Example One: I call Lindsay to see if she wants to hang out with Candace and I (we knew she already had plans). She felt so guilty that she couldn't that she offered to make us cookies. Lindsay, however, is very easy that way.
A second Lindsay story...she was supposed to be going out with Katy, and Candace was talking to her and getting no where. So I took the phone and convinced her to go out with Katy for about an hour and then the two of them could meet up with us. It worked too. :)
Example Two: Last night, Candace was going to be hanging out with Kate. All night. Jason and I were bored though, so I call Candace and basically make her feel really guilty for not hanging out with me, because I hadn't seen her since about a week ago. She ends up calling Kate and talking to her for about 15 minutes, instead of the entire night, and then hanging out with me instead.
I really don't mean to be manipulative, it just happens. :)
So anyway, the point is that I am loved and adored by those around me. And it's more than just Lindsay and Candace that I can control. It's almost scary, but most of the time I don't realize I'm doing it.
Oh well. At least I get my way a lot. :)
(In other news: I love this new icon a lot.
And Journal is holding some of my comments hostage!! Not all, just most. Grrr....)
So Steph and I were the only students from Deerfield at this meeting thing. There were a few from Oak Park, a couple college students, and a few adults, other than Mr. Cohen and his wife.
It was completely not what I had expected. This was more how we can work to publicize and raise awareness, while helping out. We are going to try to get a lot of groups from different schools and universities in the area and try to really branch things out in a connected manner, working off of other groups.
It's going to be a lot of work, but I'm hoping something great can come of this. It feels good.
While not out saving the world, gail enjoys midnight snacks and talking to people online. And that's what her night has consisted of. :)
Things gail has learned tonight: -Orange juice is better sipped, not gulped -I talk in third person far too often, and it annoys me -Armatise is an East-West street (I KNEW IT!!!) -It's easy to get lost is the third largest city in the United States -I'm good at getting unlost. -I'm good at city driving. (More specifically, Chicago driving, because driving downtown is unlike driving ANYWHERE else. It's a different breed there.) -I like the Edens better than the Kennedy. -I only wear low-cut shirts