Anyhow. So you're old. Hope you celebrated that acceptably. I probably ate enough cake for both of us - I went to a wedding for a second cousin tonight near Valencia, California, and I'm there for another twenty-four hours. This has been such a very strange week, I've been with some form of second cousin all week, and eating like three or four times the amount of food I should be. Dang, I really have to be crazy good when I get home. And go back to work....Boo...
More on my ridiculously great week later.
Oh, gosh, and legally blonde is ridiculously distracting. Good heavens, this is taking me forever.
Continuing.
Interesting. I feel like I occasionally have serious disconnect from my emotions. Kind of because I don't really remember the last time I felt desperately sad or completely, impossibly angry. As in, those were years ago. I get twenty-four-hour displeasure or mild stress for a week or two, but I always know that things are going to work out, and therefore have trouble getting seriously depressed about things. As for angry...I just don't really have an explanation for why I don't get pissed off to the same extent I used to be capable of. Annoyance still happens, sometimes to an extent that worries me, but...dang, I used to be all mildly crazy and FEISTY, and I really can't explain what happened to that.
Ha, oh, as for Chris, the pretty much entire transcript of our actual breakup:
Kristen - We need to break up.
Chris [Levelly] - Okay.
Long pause, hug
Kristen, from somewhere around Chris's armpit - I want to say something kind of cliche.
Chris - Ha, hit me with it.
Kristen - I'm sorry this is my fault.
Chris - No, it's really not. Good night.
Kristen - Good night.
Did I mention that as I walked to the door, I had to ask myself if I thought Chris really understood that we had broken up? Because that conversation was so fast and so simple that I couldn't be sure.
On to my life, we had a family reunion this week, and I finally got to see my niece. Oh, my niece. Five months old, and she has eyes that look like Nate's and a good deal like mine when I was a baby and gigantic cheeks. You know, as a child, I never understood that incredibly weird relative thing where they pinch your cheeks....I'm going to be that crazy aunt. So worth it. Oh, my, there is nothing like having a baby fall asleep on you. I'd get her after loads of people had held her and she'd just put her head on my shoulder and crash. Five seconds flat. McKinley is the sweetest, happiest baby, and she smiles a ton, and I die over how cute she is and seriously, no one has cuter nieces and nephews than I do. No one.
My siblings and I all went out on the boat as well. Oh, glory. I suck at wakeboarding, have we canvassed this? Dan was a wakeboard instructor, so he's actually been successful at getting me upright, but I do not stay that way. Ever. Embarrassing. It was so much fun to be with my family, though. Oh my, and my cousins....Bahahaha. We play some freaking INVOLVED games of mafia. Like each round is fifteen minutes of discussion, minimum, and most of us were over eighteen and very skilled at the game. We played a few times with rounds of discussion on who people should vote to execute that lasted for forty-five minutes, an hour, and I cannot even tell you the amazing out loud psychoanalysis everyone was doing.
We also play lots of scum. I was king for several rounds. Please hold your applause until I get to hear it in person.
Let's see, what else, what else.....My life is lovely. I don't want to go back to work on Tuesday.
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