i came, i saw, i spazzed

Bleh.

I suck at public speaking. jeff_nw insists that I didn't suck but he's a kind Midwestern boy and is clearly lying through his dimples. His presentation, by the way, kicked ass.

But it's over. I ran up, passed around the box of cookies, said my ten minute presentation in 3 minutes. Then literally ran back to my chair, face a lovely shade of puce. Oh well. It's only 5% of our grade. And I think I did fine on the midterm. I should have reviewed the color crap more and read chapter 4 again, but I would be surprised if I did poorly.

Tomorrow is a busy day. Working. Driving Judy to airport. Meeting up with Amy's parents (who are in town and the most delightful people ever).

Perhaps I should get some sleep. What a novel idea!

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Before I sleep, I must share some pictures. Yesterday devinluvsrussia came over. She and Hobbes are carrying on a fairly open affair, and I snapped some shots of their cuteness.

( Behold the Joy of Photos )

blah to the weather

I know, I know. I shouldn't complain. We've had a stretch of some of the loveliest weather and I should be quiet. jeff_nw is probably delighted as the rain will help offset a nasty drought, and he's right. But waaaah!

Realized that I have no immediate school project coming up. Sure, plenty of shit for me to get a head start on, but will I? Nah. Where's the fun in that. Free weekend! Lalalalalala!

Really looking forward to seeing Amy's wonderful parents today. They were a constant source of comfort and affection during my college years. I always had an invite on national holidays. They were warm and embracing from the first day. Just the nicest people ever. We share a love of books, movies, cats, and ranting about Republican policies. I would spend my time with them suffused with parent-envy. As much as I love my parents, we never really talk. No common interests outside family issues. It always amazes me when I sit down with the cool parents of my friends (Amy, brabble, devinluvsrussia, dekks) and have a... conversation. About just stuff. Like I would with my friends. Amazing. Oh! Oh! Oh! AND I can give them Amy's bloody Christmas present scarf! Finally! Yeah, I'm postally-challenged in an epic way.

Wow I don't feel like working today. I want to crawl back into bed with some cocoa and a book or maybe my knitting. Maybe this will be the weekend I work on some craft-y projects. I'm excited to have brunch with Jemma and Anne again. Hoping jeff_nw and Chris can come, too. Nothing beats a lazy Seattle brunch, surrounded by people you love and terrific conversation. Whoop.

But now, now to survive some makeup work hours. Blah.

wishin' and hopin'

So it took Rob a month of No Willi to propose. Perhaps irrationally I want to smack him upside the head. They've lived together for fucking eight years. What the hell was he thinking?

She moved out. She bought fucking furniture. Silverware. Waste baskets. She started her life over again. And now after facing his hollow apartment night after night he wakes up.

Wtf, mate.

She's confused. Unsure. No fucking shit!!

I was talking about this to Judy when Willi first told me she moved out. Judy asked if I thought Rob would instantly propose. I said I didn't think so, but that I didn't know if she'd be willing to marry him at that point. Judy seemed surprised. I said that I didn't think I would, either. Is there any point to marrying someone who is only doing so because you've pitched a fit? Isn't marriage hard enough without starting it off under fire.

I know she's considering it. I hope she does what's best for her. I hope that if they do get married, that Rob realizes how fucking lucky he is to have her. And gets over whatever infantile issues he has about marriage.

I think it's fine if people choose not to marry, don't get me wrong. I don't think marriage is the end-all, be-all of the universe. There are many fine couples that choose to not marry and that's more than ok, obviously. But if your partner desperately needs to get married, what the fuck is the big deal? If you want to spend the rest of your life with them (as is the case with Rob), then why not give them the damn piece of paper that they need?

Personally I'm not in a rush to marry. My familial hell aside, it just seems like a whatever thing. No girlish daydreams of my wedding day. I'd do it in City Fucking Hall if I could get away with it. Elope and spend the money on travel. And only if important to my partner. Though as I get older and more practical, I have to say tax benefits and legal issues are more apparent to me. So marriage is less a sentimental endeavor and more of a legal annoyance.

Poor Willi. What a freaking nightmare. Does she agree to marry the guy she loves? How much does it suck for that to be a difficult question.

I imagine she will say yes. And I can't blame her. They have 10 years of togetherness. They get along. Hopefully marriage won't fuck that up. And maybe it's crazy to date someone you know has fundamentally different beliefs about life than you do. But it's hard to resist the cruelest of human emotions-- desire.