Such is Life

So let's talk about this weekend. I started the weekend festivities early on Thursday when I promised my friend that I would accompany her and some friends to Tiki Bob's, a nightclub close to my dorm. The evening, begun somewhat shakily, proved to be rather entertaining. I thoroughly enjoyed all of the dancing, even while attempting to surround myself with as many people that I knew as possible so as to avoid the approach of drunk strangers dancing behind me. I also got a tremendous kick out of observing the millions of single guys surrounding the bar with barely a girl interspersed between them.

Finally collapsing into bed at 3:30 in the morning proved to be treacherous the next day. Sleep is a very valuable thing to a college student. After struggling to keep my eyelids open during class on Friday, I realized that I most certainly had promised another friend to attend a toga party with her that night in Troy. Thus began my interesting two hour trip to see my girl. The monotonous hour and a half drive down 65 began to seem like more than I could take. Sleep seemed to pull my eyes shut, so I pulled over. My original plan was to get a quick fifteen minute shut-eye, but I got scared when my car shook from the cars whizzing past and decided to keep going. Then I laughed about how I'm such an idiot for getting scared because my car shook and also because I simply cannot do anything that requires common sense. Five minutes later, traffic slowed to reveal a car resting comfortably on it's right side, crushing it's passenger side, left tires touching the sky, and on the right side of the road exactly where I had been attempting a nap five miles back. Life is fragile and momentary. I would suggest tying up loose ends before it's too late.

Needless to say, I was very alert for the remainder of my trip. Denise's bathroom and closet proved to be much larger than what I have been blessed with. Her toga party proved to be a great night. I learned that fraternity guys can be nice, and I also learned that having a pink toga frantically sewn on my body an hour before departure is fun entertainment. I love my girl and I enjoyed seeing where her new life now, but I did experience a swelling of mixed emotions in my stomach that didn't sit well on the drive back. It is difficult to adjust to the change that we have all had to undergo. This change seems to have happened overnight. It seems like change should happen more gradually after eighteen years of consistency.

Saturday morning's preparation for the drive home turned frantic when we discovered that Denise's Cardwell had reservations for their Valentine's celebration to keep. After a hurried farewell and a Happy Valentine's wish, I began the journey back to the city. Upon arrival I was immediately picked up by the father and whisked out to eat with his runner friends. Being insane, they are all rising at the butt-crack of dawn to run a marathon (yes, that's 26.2 miles) the next day. Fortunately, I do have a brain so I was dropped off at my dorm where I proceeded to make chocolate chip muffins, nestle deep into my one hundred percent Egyptian cotton sheets, and improve my laziness skills.

Sunday's marathon proved to be hectic. The boyfriend and I had a surprisingly stressful time attempting to catch the Dad at various spots along the route. Forgetting to eat breakfast haunted us as we searched for a place to eat. Then we remembered: there is no such place open on Sunday! That makes sense. We ended up at a tiny individually owned Greek place that was shoved beside an alley with a man trifling through the trash and whose sign advertised sandwiches, hot salami and corned beef, and cigarettes. Perfect. After the awards ceremony, in which my dad most certainly did not win the Mercedes for me, I executed a hurried trip to Wally World. Being an almost certain bad girlfriend, I most definitely did not have a Valentine's present yet. What's more is that we were going to celebrate in about three hours. I quickly purchased the necessary materials to make one heck of a cute photo album and hurried back to take a shower and quickly check thefacebook for about the twentieth time that day.

A side note: DO NOT get involved in thefacebook. It will take over your life, and you will be addicted. Do not consider yourself above others in that you might be an exception. Thefacebook spares no one.

An amusing little fact is that the ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend and I are now on a very friendly basis as a result of thefacebook. She has turned out to be a very lovely girl. We have bonded together from our mutual ex's tendency to ignore our existence. But such is life.

The boyfriend treated me to a lovely evening filled with good food, beautiful roses, a snuggly teddy bear holding an even more beautiful box of chocolate, a personally engraved photo album, a wonderful movie, and even more wonderful company. I say right now to anyone who claims that Valentine's Day is unimportant because it is too commercial: you are so wrong! While I was enjoying the VDay festivities, I experienced a revelation: last night felt like every other night with the boyfriend. No, he does not deliver all of those things at one time usually, but he is consistently selfless and giving. He continually sets aside his wants for the sake of my happiness. It should have been a special day, but having it feel so completely normal made me realize that he makes every day a special day for me. To all of my girls who complain that Valentine's make your guy feel obligated to make you feel special, you have the wrong man. The right one would have made you feel special a long time ago.

So that brings me to the present moment wherein I avoid all homework and unfulfilled duties. I have finely tuned the art of procrastination since taking up residence in this fine city. Perhaps it is due to the lack of a major and thus lack of direction in my life. Or maybe it is a result of my inner lazy spirit emerging to consume the unrelenting drive for perfection that has embodied my soul for the past eighteen years. It even may stem from the slight depression that has ensued after the loss of everything that I knew to be structure and order. I am not the girl I used to be. Surprisingly, the resilient nature of a human is an extraordinary thing. And so I go on.