6 june 2004

So so so busy for the past 3 weeks, but trip to see Elena was fucking awesome, line party was an insane and fabulous extravaganza, play is going well and fun, getting more done at work than I have in months past, and now I finally have a spare moment to go down to the pool, which will be taken care of momentarily.

I can't really believe that I have time to get high, take bubble baths, watch West Wing, listen to music (I effing love the Russian Futurists lately, have I said that here yet?), hopefully hang out with Brandon and Ben some, and GO SWIMMING. YEAH, SUMMER, you go with your bad self.

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Highlights from Chicago:

• Seeing the coolest girl ever. :)
• Listening to Mike Birbiglia! That guy is the hilariousest.
• Shopping downtown intermingling with shiny skyscrapers and the grime of the city and then running into the movie theater when the sky dropped out and drenched us, and we had to share an umbrella as we ran across the street at the crosswalks, but there were puddles so quickly that we were still completely soaked, and then seeing Troy, and having Brad's inhuman good looks get us dry and toasty again.
• The freaking Neofuturists, who rock the freaking house. (I think it may have been Mean Girls that have inspired a desire in me to make frequent use of wimpy words for "fucking." I fucking love the gossipy seventeen-year-old trashiness of "effing," and I have always overused "freaking," as I like things to FREAK.) Credo, loosely inspired by the many-are-like-it-but-this-one-is-mine speech from Full Metal Jacket, was stunningly good, from a cute balding glasses-wearing funny and liberal dude, regarding how his emotional nature and artsy tendancies allow him to get girls way out of his league, and it used to make him feel like more of a man, which was good, as he's 140 pounds and tires easily, but now he doesn't care about that because he has a fiancee that he likes to sit at home with, and his friends call him pussy-whipped. His friends are pussies. And his fiancee is way out of his league.
• Flying!

Highlights from PoA:

• Casey and Megan and Julie and Traci and Berry and all the people who helped make it so so so fun and acted like I was super HP lady.
• Being on the news. Haven't seen it yet, but apparently at least of few of my coworkers did. [Edited to add.]
• The cutest rockstar boy wearing a homemade shirt that was black with kindergarten iron-on red letters spelling out AVADA KEDAVRA and a Slytherin scarf.
• The movie fucking rocking. Sure, there are issues, the Leaky Cauldron girls addressed one of my biggest sadnesses, that Ron is relegated into the comic relief sidekick, and loses all his BRAVERY and LOYALTY and very OVERT LOVE FOR HIS FRIENDS. Rupert Grint does do Ron's sense of humor crazy good though.
• Just sharing the fun with so many big fans. I know many people consider the huge fascination I have with Harry and JKR to be slightly DORKY or even perhaps FREAKISH for someone of my advanced age, but there is a real magic in Harry, and it is an awesome feeling to share the appreciation of it with hundreds of others in the same room, and millions of others all around the world.

Some highlights from my head right now:

• It is really fun to be able to have crushes all the time, to be able to internal-giggle in favor of a person deserving you to LIKE them, and due to them just being really cool and fun. Sure, you can think other people cool when you're in a relationship with someone, but it is a higher compliment than friendship to feel towards someone that you'd love to just lay in bed with them and be silly and make out on a Sunday afternoon. It is really nice to notice this in people.
• Girls I've thought this about as of late: 5
  Boys: Maybe too many to count? One in particular. (Man, I'm a high school (middle school?) teeny-bopper. It's effing MEAN GIRLS, y'all.)
• People I've carried through this fantasy with? None so far. I am almost relationship-phobic at this point, and very wary of my tendency to turn goofy fun flings into longer-term ordeals. I am such a sucker for other people being happy about my liking them. It is flattering to have someone be so happy when you compliment them! And then you want to do it more and more. That euphoria of realizing someone you like actually likes you so much too? It beats even red popsicles on my list of likes.

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Yay, time to go to the pool and be underwater lots and lots and then get out and read my new Nick Bantock book,

-- and then get really hot and then go in cool blueness again, yes yes yes.

xoxo,
m

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