weekend plans

since it's finally almost friday again, i find myself heading to north manchester (yes, for the second weekend in a row) after work. a shift of 9-3 followed by a drive to nomanch and a long weekend with friends = glorious. hopefully i will take quite a few photos. i just spelled "few" like this: phew. in my head, that is.

the best. ever.

"God bless america and her gays"

'Gays Too Precious To Risk In Combat,' Says General

moments

i posted this list elsewhere a while back, but i wanted to keep it here so i can make additions in the future.

Moments which have taken my breath away:

• I was standing outside after the funeral ceremony for Jill's mother, and I saw Jeff walking out to the door, but I didn't know what the hell to say to him. I stepped away from the group of friends I was with, and Jeff walked outside with open arms. I walked right up to him and we stood there wrapping our arms, minds, and tears around each other for what seemed like hours. I love that man.
• Thea was staying over in Oakwood and I got out of bed because I could actually feel the moment my period began. I was glad Thea was there for that, and it was something I don't soon see myself forgetting.
• I ate at Town Haus on Thanksgiving with Kris. I will never be able to forget the man's face at the next booth...or the horribly disgusting hacking noises he made throughout the entire time we were there. And then walking back out to the truck, I felt content.
• Aaron and I ran to Garver 3rd floor one day when some guy wore his "God Hates Fags" shirt to the union. Multiple people burst into action to see how it could be taken care of, but the way Aaron and I dealt with it was throwing ourselves down on Jamie's floor and bawling our eyes out as we hugged and Jamie looked at us more sorry she had to leave than I've ever seen someone look.
• 5 women. After the MC Vagina Monologues my last time around. We each did a shot and dropped our towels. Touching, paint, pure joy. I keep it with me always.
• Allie and I were on our way to Toronto in my car. The heater was broken. We were fucking cold and eating pretzels dipped in frosting. We realized the frosting was horribly old. We realized "beef fat" was one of the ingredients. We ate rancid beef fat. And it was gloriously funny.
• I drove to Philly for a weekend, and didn't arrive until like 3 in the morning or something crazy. I was beyond tired. But Z opened the door and we stood there hugging and it was just perfect.
• Carrie and me... the entire summer of 2003 which we both spent bored off our asses in Elkhart... Felicity, bagel bites made on the rotating pizza pan dealie, hanging out with her mom, snuggling under a blanket on the basement couch. I felt truly comfortable with myself during that summer, and I owe it to her.
• I was sitting at my desk on GW3 my junior year, talking with Jamie online from down the hall. After two fairly similar emotional breakdowns, some cheesecake, highlighters, and mutual friends, we felt much better.
• Sitting on the mall at MC with Z's head on my lap, Kris resting on Z. I feel strangely lucky to have had that experience.
• Just less than two weeks ago, all dressed up and walking down the aisle before anyone else... trying not to look at Matt, but seeing that sweet sincere happiness in his eyes.

There are plenty more, I'm sure, but that's my list as of now. Sigh.

sunday

well, i've been slacking on my so you think you can dance recap of the season and the finale. the truth is, it's the first time in any reality battle-ish show that someone i've wanted to win from the beginning of the season actually wins. this season, i wanted sara or sabra to win. during the finale episodes of this season of sytycd, however, i found myself really liking danny. i wanted to feel like sabra shared his passion for dance. but then again, if he weren't travis wall's brother, i wonder if i'd like him as much. as far as sara is concerned, i noticed how many of the judges/choreographers chose pieces she was in for their favorite moment of the season. hmmmm maybe she should have gone farther? gah. my apologies go out to heather, who i think i texted at least once during each commerical break of the final dancing episode wednesday night.

today i told my best friend from high school that i'm moving to minneapolis. that wasn't happy or fun. and every day i find myself getting more and more nervous about the move and life up there, as well as growing farther and farther apart from friends here. hopefully my married couple friends and i will start game night soon.

and now it's not even 7pm yet and i'm feeling ready to turn in for the night. no good.

reality tv showdown

so you think you can dance. do you? i do not. i do, however, think that sabra can dance. and it's heavenly. and, although neil is sure as hell no travis wall from last year, i'm starting to like him a little more. or, i'm accepting him as a dancer and a human being finally. danny, on the other hand, dances with sabra in my dreams. i find myself craving the two of them joining together. some day, perhaps. but really, if sabra doesn't win, i'll threaten to never watch again like i did last year when donyelle/travis didn't win. so here's hoping there's a kickass final show later this week. and of course i'm working thursday night. watching that tape back will just be lovely for the super patient maggie. now on to videos... favorite solo performances. nothing this season even compares to donyelle and travis last season:



and about hell's kitchen: yay rock! that is all.

...edited after a video was deleted.

my dad

kumquat concert

whirlwind day

moving out was a blur... with 3 friends and my parents helping, it took less than an hour to get all of my belongings out of my apartment and into the moving van. two more friends showed up to try and help right when we were finishing up, too. i wonder if i will be able to find that sense of pure giving of oneself in minneapolis.

cris and katie's wedding today was gorgeously sweltering. whenever i'm around people from the first couple years of my time at manchester, i become strangely nostalgic. it feels like so long ago... far longer ago than the last two years of college. it made me realize that the bonds i've formed in my short 23 years here in indiana will truly stay with me forever. or so i hope. and when i think through all the people from manchester with whom i have stayed in touch (in one form or another), i realize how connected i will always be to that place. whether or not those people really know the inner me, it feels like they do. and sometimes that sense of home provides me with such comfort i know i can make it through anything.

now is a time that i would read through my sociology portfolio and reminisce about my time at manchester. ...if only i knew where that thing was in the massive pile of my belongings the garage has become.

after my last class ever at manchester:

local music

as if there weren't enough reasons to miss this home i've created for myself...

it's true

the stress of moving twice in the upcoming all too near future has finally reached me, and i find myself blogging. i've used other methods of online typed release in the past, but this is the first to calm the caffeine-filled pit in my soul. the next couple months are filled with huge amounts of transition for me (quitting one job, starting another, moving twice), so i anticipate many annoyingly frantic blogs.