most Sundays i lay around in my pj's all afternoon with my dog. i wander around my parents empty house and i read the paper without any shoes or socks. I am the Merriam-Webster English dictionary definition of lazy. This Sunday was no exception.
after hours and hours of doing absolutely nothing, I drove to church alone, and i had dinner with an old friend. once you know someone inside and out for years, any small change seems gargantuan. i try to shrug off any nagging thoughts, although its definetly the kind of thing that makes that really horrible nostalgic emo 2001 feeling flare up in your guts. (i know someone knows what i mean). we had the kind of conversation, that's just friendly enough not to be awkward, but not momentous enough to remember. i feel like our conversation was the background 'music' to someone elses night. bleh, maybe next time.
Luckily on my way home, my family called to invite me for a late cup of coffee at some generic diner, and everyone talked too loud, letting voices and topics bump into and blend into one big loud indecipherable conversation. it made me feel more like myself ... or at least myself now.
this week was wonderful and hectic.
I unexpectedly got a big bouquet of tulips
my school stuff settled
internship training
i feel ready for the next 13/14 weeks.
