A hungover Easter Sunday. I bet I make baby Jesus cry.
A bit of a disappointment going out last night, a let down from the muy fun trip to the Vault with KaliDoom the night before. I normally stay in at least one night per weekend (none of the 6-hours-dancing-twice-each-weekend stuff that characterized my Eden days), but woke up thinking I'd be taking my friend Rayna out on the town, so no night off for me.
Rayna's having health issues; though her mom wanted her to get out of the house for a bit, she stayed home, and Tony and I ended up heading downtown for the usual. The only noteworthy thing was that a late-middle-aged couple had sex in the corner of the dance floor, I couldn't get away from them due to the crowd, and the woman kept grabbing at my rear the whole time.
The rest of the time spent there consisted of people-watching, wishing that I were home.
Ended up in a weird argument with Tony on the drive back. Tip: don't argue creationism vs. science with a Southern Baptist; he couldn't wrap his head around the premise that science is a specific method of acquiring information that creationism doesn't fit into- even if creationism were 100% correct as a theory, its dogmatic nature leads to the inability to form testable hypothoses, and it's not open to self-correction, and... blah. We ended up in circles, equivocating over the word "science." Once again, baby Jesus must be proud of me.)
...anyway, the night out Friday was more entertaining; no creepy people at the Vault, room to dance, good music, good company. I'll be returning there again, although I've been warned that the place is a haven for all the older gamer-types I avoid like the plague. Despite the groups and individuals sitting around nerding out about Vampire/AD&D/whatever, the dancing was good, and the atmosphere damn near perfect. All they need is a Space Invaders cocktail or Ms. Pac-Man cabaret somewhere to complete the early-80s-futuristic feel. I just have to remember that the bartender knows ASL, so I need to watch what I sign in there...
...
Spring's pretty much here. Over the last few weeks, the cold has abated, rain and grey skies have begun to set in. Still have the window scraper in the front of my car for occasional frost, but winter's gone.
Normally this is the time of year that depression sets in; I miss winter and dread the coming weather changes, plus I go through the usual spring-cleaning rites, looking at myself and my life, usually not too pleased with how things are going.
This is the first spring in a long time- longer than I care to remember- where I think I'm pretty happy with things. Granted, things aren't perfect, but... life seem to be working out right now, in my personal life/social circles, at work, and at school, and I've yet to get truly pessimistic and expect it all to come crashing down. Even when I get down about one issue or another, it's not affecting everything else. This is good.
When I came out of the isolation of the jury a few years ago, with the idea that I was going to make some major changes in life, I felt like a rocket for a while- taking off, sometimes a little out of control- but I was not sure how I could maintain that momentum. Hit a few snags, felt like I was going backwards for a while, really, but it finally feels like things are falling into place.
I'm getting outside acknowledgement for my studies- as much as I like learning for its own sake, the fact that what I'm doing is being picked-up on for its own merits acts as further justification for continuing... I'm not throwing money and time away.
Finally coming to accept and like myself for- not despite- my quirks. After years of beating myself up for perceived failings, it's nice to be able to look at those same traits and realize that they're not all that bad. I'm light-years from having "confidence" (and people love people who are confident), but it's a start.
...I think this might be a decent year. With sucky weather.
A bit of a disappointment going out last night, a let down from the muy fun trip to the Vault with KaliDoom the night before. I normally stay in at least one night per weekend (none of the 6-hours-dancing-twice-each-weekend stuff that characterized my Eden days), but woke up thinking I'd be taking my friend Rayna out on the town, so no night off for me.
Rayna's having health issues; though her mom wanted her to get out of the house for a bit, she stayed home, and Tony and I ended up heading downtown for the usual. The only noteworthy thing was that a late-middle-aged couple had sex in the corner of the dance floor, I couldn't get away from them due to the crowd, and the woman kept grabbing at my rear the whole time.
The rest of the time spent there consisted of people-watching, wishing that I were home.
Ended up in a weird argument with Tony on the drive back. Tip: don't argue creationism vs. science with a Southern Baptist; he couldn't wrap his head around the premise that science is a specific method of acquiring information that creationism doesn't fit into- even if creationism were 100% correct as a theory, its dogmatic nature leads to the inability to form testable hypothoses, and it's not open to self-correction, and... blah. We ended up in circles, equivocating over the word "science." Once again, baby Jesus must be proud of me.)
...anyway, the night out Friday was more entertaining; no creepy people at the Vault, room to dance, good music, good company. I'll be returning there again, although I've been warned that the place is a haven for all the older gamer-types I avoid like the plague. Despite the groups and individuals sitting around nerding out about Vampire/AD&D/whatever, the dancing was good, and the atmosphere damn near perfect. All they need is a Space Invaders cocktail or Ms. Pac-Man cabaret somewhere to complete the early-80s-futuristic feel. I just have to remember that the bartender knows ASL, so I need to watch what I sign in there...
...
Spring's pretty much here. Over the last few weeks, the cold has abated, rain and grey skies have begun to set in. Still have the window scraper in the front of my car for occasional frost, but winter's gone.
Normally this is the time of year that depression sets in; I miss winter and dread the coming weather changes, plus I go through the usual spring-cleaning rites, looking at myself and my life, usually not too pleased with how things are going.
This is the first spring in a long time- longer than I care to remember- where I think I'm pretty happy with things. Granted, things aren't perfect, but... life seem to be working out right now, in my personal life/social circles, at work, and at school, and I've yet to get truly pessimistic and expect it all to come crashing down. Even when I get down about one issue or another, it's not affecting everything else. This is good.
When I came out of the isolation of the jury a few years ago, with the idea that I was going to make some major changes in life, I felt like a rocket for a while- taking off, sometimes a little out of control- but I was not sure how I could maintain that momentum. Hit a few snags, felt like I was going backwards for a while, really, but it finally feels like things are falling into place.
I'm getting outside acknowledgement for my studies- as much as I like learning for its own sake, the fact that what I'm doing is being picked-up on for its own merits acts as further justification for continuing... I'm not throwing money and time away.
Finally coming to accept and like myself for- not despite- my quirks. After years of beating myself up for perceived failings, it's nice to be able to look at those same traits and realize that they're not all that bad. I'm light-years from having "confidence" (and people love people who are confident), but it's a start.
...I think this might be a decent year. With sucky weather.
jenya:
happy BunnyJesus day 