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brinshannaraI 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,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
