My entries as of late have been rather sporadic and short, and so I apologize. I will attempt to make this one as full/complete as possible.
So Trevor's party was alright--I felt quite out of place, but I was finally hit with inspiration for his birthday present, which I think he will quite enjoy. A few good friends got me through the night's awkwardness. I actually just got an email from Gravity Man, basically stating that after last night, we 'have to talk'. And I'm not too sure how I feel about that. One, I hate being ordered to do anything, and two, I don't know what to say. Since we broke up, 'talk' usually means that I listen while he says things about how bad his life has been post-breakup. I do realize that I am being uncharitable (Benjamin certainly would think so) but at the same time I've been hurt enough in the past few months that I can't help but be a little wary. I wish there was an easy fix to this, but there never will be, and I think that the most i can hope for right now is that we may be able to be friends again. Someday. It probably won't be for a while, and that may be for the best, but I still hope.
I do have a taste for the melodramatic, don't I? A flair, if you will? No? Shitfuck.
Neil Finn is eight days away! Benjamin and I are planning to ambush him and take him out for coffee. I am so excited for this.
I met most of Mike's mom's family on Saturday night and it was really neat. I was pretty overwhelmed but had fun just observing. His family is very French-Canadian; very boisterous and engulfing. Very accepting as well--three birthdays were being celebrated, and they'd taken the time to add my name to the cards for his aunt and uncle (the other birthday was his mom) and that made me feel very welcomed. Apparently one of his aunts was asking his mom where my accent was from. Hee. I wasn't even aware that I had an accent. They chalked it up to me being an English major and articulate/intelligent...which gives me a different accent from people in Penetang, I guess.
I think I get to see the Royal Tennenbaums tomorrow. I hope I'll like it. I fell asleep in A Beautiful Mind and Black Hawk Down last week. It was a sleepy week for some reason. Maybe I should stay off the crack for a while.
I miss North Bay Rock City tonnes right now. I'd rather be there than here. Problems always seem so much farther away there. Probably because they are. It's just my place--I am stardust, I am golden, and I've got to get myself back to my garden...