It is something kinda wonderful, I think.
Also, we play this “game”. The rules are simple. If you remember you’re playing, you lose, and you have to announce it to the room so that, essentially, everyone loses. If there’s anyone in the room that doesn’t know what “The Game” is, you must explain it to them. (So I guess that means you are now playing, sorry.)
So anyway, the whole house is playing- so randomly you may find notes on the bathroom mirror, floating in the toliet, in your leftover food, etc. Well, last night Nicole and I came home to a surprise, left by Kat, in our rooms. Mine was Dean, in a trashy pink wig, cards in hand, and a happy Joker themed note, “You Lose The Game”:
I love living with cool people.
You know, typically I wouldn’t care, but very rarely do we actually make “plans”. (In fact, I can think of one other instance.) And I guess it felt like we went out of our way to find a day that would work so I could talk about some things that have been bothering me and then he sort of blew me off. I’m pretty sure this is exactly why I feel so isolated. How am I supposed to talk about things now?
Luckily I have some time to get over this before we talk again, but man. It felt really good. (That was sarcasm.) I’m wondernig now if I did or said something to cause it. Which is probably the case. Maybe I shouldn’t let it bother me so much. I probably shouldn’t.
It could also be that my heart is being a cuntrag at the moment, as well as yesterday. I went to the theatre last night knowing I wasn’t feeling well. And I shouldn’t have driven, I knew that. Midway through the film I remember thinking, “Oh, I’m going to barf.”
But I waited until the end, then promptly went into the bathroom and started vomitting. I can always tell when it’s my heart and not regular sickness just because of a) the way I feel before hand and b) it’s not food or anything, it’s like this watery filmly bluey goo. (Sorry if this was too much detail.) A funny event went sort of like this, if I remember right. I was in a stall so I’m not sure who said what:
Boozy: OMG there’s someone puking in the bathroom and it’s SOOOOO gross
Kat & Cole: …. Was it Sara?
*they all re-enter the bathroom*
Boozy: Sawa?
Me: *meekly* uuhhhhh yesss
Boozy: I didn’t know it was you!!! I would have stayed and been supportive!
Me: I puked so hard it came out my nose!
Kat: Thanks for the overshare.
Boozy: Ew. Ew.
Me: So much for being supportive!!
Me: *PUKE*
Them: EWWWWOMG
Today Mallory moves to California. She’s out of Michigan already, and has promised to take lots and lots of pictures.
This may sound weird, but at least I got to live with her before we had to “grow up”. I wish we could go back to the days where our biggest worry was who was going to be Dominique Dawes and who was going to be Dominique Moceanu.
But I think, honestly, we’re going to be okay. Both of us.
Well, now that I’m awake. Geez. (Can you tell I’m grumpy about it?)
Cole, Kat, and I had a picnic yesterday. It was actually our second this season. Coley made this incredible cheesecake. I’m not a huge fan of cheesecake like most the rest of the world because it’s usually really, really rich. Yuck. But this was really delicate and delicious. We’re talking about crushing raspberries into a paste for next time because that would be even more incredible. We also spent some time reading aloud The Enchanted Forest Chronicles, which is hilarious. One of my favorite things in the world is being read to. It was a good day.
Holy pictures.
I’m pretty sure that my skin glows when I’m in the sun. I’m like this huge blinding beam of reflected light I’m so pale. I’m hoping that I can get tan this year, not because I think pale is ugly, or whatever other atrocities I might be accused of, but because it means I got off my ass and off the computer and spent some time in nature. I’d really like to do that this year.
