lazy sunday
Today has been kind of the ultimate lazy sunday (no cupcakes or pirates though). Had a decent amount of people over for Saturday’s party; then had satisfying drunk sleep. Woke up and took on brunch. Vegged out in the magically cleaned apartment, read angels in america, napped and watched the West Wing. Then me and my roommate went for McFlurrys and dinner, stole a tv stand from out by the dumpster and just chilled the fuck out. I’m so used to being on all the time, its really strange to be able to relax without feeling guilty about it. For basically the entire year so far, I’ve been going or doing things almost all the time. After New Year’s, it was like holiday/goodbyes rushing around between states and towns and people. Then packing and flying to India, where obviously there was awesome stuff to do. I remember, even on like the laziest most boring Sunday there, I walked out of my house to go to the movies and there was a CAMEL on my street. With kids on its back, just having rides. Kind of like how every kid born in the late 80s has a picture of themselves on a pony wearing a cowboy hat because the pony man just showed up at daycare and all the parents bought pictures of their kids riding on it in a circle. But with camels!!!
But because that was an academic program, I usually had to face Monday with some sort of assignment. Then with the internship, there was so much work to do most weekends it was crazy. So every bit of relaxation felt stolen.
Then I come back, have my sister’s graduation that Sunday, have a week to study to get my CDL. Then I go to Charlottesville to start bus driver training, and then have studying /driving craziness hanging over my head the entire time. Once that was over, I still had to make MSC let me into my apartment a day early and make it liveable.
But now its all done. My list of things to do is so trivial its laughable. The only important thing on there is picking up my paycheck and cashing it. Everything else is easy or unrushed. Its so nice to know that I have the entire summer to paint over our stripes-fuck-up, or to find a wok. Even my dirty laundry hasn’t reached critical mass yet. School won’t start for another 2 months and the crux of my responsibility is showing up to work on time. I’m sure I’ll be knawing out my eyes in boredom three weeks from now, but I’m enjoying the simple things in life, like flirting with boys and bumming cigarettes in the rain.
