Heh.

I was originally going to write a long, nostalgic entry here. About things that happened five, six, seven years ago. About things that happened two years ago. About associations with them and music.

I cried while listening to this song (darn you for putting up the lyrics, graspingbeauty! ;)). It's the first time I'd listened to it in nearly two years.

And yet, a well-timed phone call from a friend and sudden plans for a short getaway up north, just for Sunday and part of Monday, have cheered me up immensely. I'm going to see if I can't steal a car from my parents overnight (but I should be able to because I think my dad's going to Australia on Sunday!) and then drive up noth with said friend for the day/night.

It would be amazingly gorgeous to go up north and share the night with her. By that, I mean sitting out on the beach, huddled under a blanket or something because it's SO FUCKING COLD, and wish on stars together, or see the Northern Lights tickling the edge of the northern sky. Make cups of hot chocolate to sip while on the couch or something.

Of course, this plan requires three things.

1) one of my parents' cars
2) permission to use the cottage
3) the cottage to be done with renovations

Since my dad's leaving on Sunday, I'm sure the car will be fine. Especially now that I can drive!!! My friend's had her license for ages, so driving around with her is perfectly legal. :)

Permission to use the cottage, well, shouldn't be hard. I'm going to ask about the state of the cottage's renovations and make sure the toilet's actually working, and then ask to borrow a car and go up north. I don't think my mom will be thrilled at the prospect, but who cares? My brother goes up north with his GF all the time. Why can't I go up without them and with a friend, for once?

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Enough daydreaming. I need to clean. I originally wanted to post to say how I miss how things were, six years ago. And that, for an instant tonight, my friend N (the lush!) and I wished it was 1998 all over again, and we could change our respective pasts. (I called him up and actually got a hold of him for the first time since like, November.) And then I had a long talk with C about the nature of experiences and change and acceptance. It's been a night of deep and meaningful conversations, interspersed with phrases like "You like the hog. Just admit it!" and "Lush! It's Dyke!" and "You haven't filed your taxes yet?! Why the... okay, no, wait. That was a stupid question." and other things that made me laugh and laugh.

I may be nostalgic tonight, but I'm happy and nostalgic. It's one hell of a weird mood.

And I might go to Virginia for a vacation, and to see Lush, at some point.

I'm shutting up. And going to clean.

Short break...

Haha, my night's been full of short breaks that have lasted an hour. But this one's really short. Honest.

Happy, happy, happy birthday to my best friend/sis (okay, not really my sister, but she's my sis, and that's all there is to it), the lovely, wonderful, talented drsnicket.

Hope your birthday is a lovely one, and if you comment and let me know when you're free, I'll give you a call. I will continue the fine birthday tradition of sparing you my singing voice, and remind you how fortunate you are to not only have a summer birthday, but also not ever have had to skip around the dining room at school. (Well, not to my recollection, anyways.)

Hope you have a great day, sweetie. Love and miss you as always!

Two things.

1) I lead a charmed life.
2) I know where I get my flakiness from.

Explanations:

Two of the family members scheduled to come into town are not, in fact, coming.

So instead of eight people, there will be only six. My parents can, in fact, fit six extra people in the house. Eight was asking too much, but for one night, six is no problem.

This means that I can go back to sleep. I've been hitting snooze for over an hour, I swear.

Anyways, two hours more sleep would be perfect, and then I'll tidy up and if I have to take a couple people, it's not going to be a problem, but...

See? Charmed life. See? Flakiness.

And on that note, SLEEP.

Awk!

I jinxed it.

Anyone here who's watched early Will & Grace and has see the evaluation of the teapot episode on that take off on Antiques Roadshow?

You know the face Grace practices for when she expects they'll tell her it's worth nothing?

That's my face. Now.

My dad's cousin and his wife are staying at the house.

Their 20 and 16 year old daughters, however, are not. They're staying with me.

Panic mode = on.

Did I mention that they've already arrived in Montreal?