"Saturday, In The Park...

I swear it was the Fourth of July"- Chicago, "Saturday In The Park."

What a weekend. Holy SCHNADE what a weekend. I've got a lot to talk about, so some things may get glazed over. If you want me to go further into depth about anything, just comment, send an e-mail, tweet at me, send me a messenger pigeon, establish a telepathic link, something. Whatevs.

So, Saturday! Woke up, for some reason was slightly depressed. Then, I remembered...HOLY SCHNADE, THERE'S A REU TODAY! That's a realization up there with suddenly waking up and remembering that you're Superman. So, eat some food, throw on some clothes, all that.

My commute and such is, as always, non-notable. Meh. It's public transit; you take one LIRR train, you've taken them all. And, even if you haven't, you probably don't want to.

So, REU! Get there, don't see anyone. The fountains are going, all that good stuff. And, Sam is there! Yay! I'm not the first one there! And, as things go on, Ariel, Marnie, Zoe, Dan, Faye, Sasha, Myles, Julie, Dermot, and the rest of the crew all show up. Fun times, go to Central Park, and that. Eventually, the music starts. And, what else comes on, but Heart Attack '64? Yes, waltzing in the park with CTYers. Lovely. As it turns out, waltzing is fun even if doen terribly. :D So, reunionizing goes on, is fun, all that. Good stuff. Lovely times with lovely people. Also, mono is unfun. It should just go and die, plz.

After that, get home, eat some dinner, go to my computer. But wait, apparently my neighbors are having a party to break in their outdoor fireplace! So, I go, say hello, and am "forced" to eat dinner again. It helps that the food was SUPER delicious. And, that night, I got to talk to yet another friend. And, of course, the ensuing conversation just confirmed how awesome that friend is.

Anyway, that was Saturday. Good day? Yes, very. Of course, the only downside? Coming down from that high the next day. Sunday was mostly an average day. That was, until I took a walk. Out of boredom, I decided to make some phone calls. Very, very good choice. First phone call longer than 3 or so minutes I've had in a while, and first time I've talked to anyone on the phone for more than an hour straight. Very nice.

Aaaand, it's today! Not much going on; I have a conversation with yet another friend, and truly realize something. I'm okay with crushes not developing much further for the most part. (Not that I'd be against that happening. Just that I'm fine for the most part with it not.) Why? Because they're all so cool, it doesn't matter! YAY!

To finish it all off, DINNER! Awesome food. STEAK! And, awesome stories about keeping penguins as pets! Thanks, JP*!

And now, I'm here! Only one thing has gone badly: STATUSES. Now, I'm not a warmonger. I do have thoughts of going into the military when I get older, but I certainly am not the "Kill kill killy! SHOOT AND RAPE SHOOT AND RAPE!" strawman that some believe the military to consist of. Of course, as it turns out, someone I know decided to protest memorial day for the dead of Iraq and Afghanistan. Yeah...no. He claims that all Iraq and Afghanistan vets are rapists and murderers. What the fuck ever happened to "Hate the war, love the soldier"? That's a principle I can get behind. Eurgh. DX

So, apart from that, this weekend? Wunnerful. ^_^


*Juan Pablo, a sailing coach from Chile. Really cool dude. He was in the Chilean navy, and once had a penguin for a pet, as well as an albatross, and he nearly brought home a pet puma once. AWESOMENESS!