I took another trip down to the Bay Area the weekend after I went to visit the girl I'm seeing down in San Jose. I was down there for tutor training. It was pretty intense. It was a kind of intensity and stress that one doesn't realize until it's over. I was on the verge of breakdown/tears/panic all Sunday afternoon. It rained, the plane was late, I didn't know if my car was still in the parking lot or not. It was just pretty nice to get home. You don't know how much you like something until it's gone. Like... weekends, for example.
Memorial day weekend was the first weekend in a month that I took in Portland. It was good though. Friday, an older friend called me up and asked me to take his daughter out on the town because she hasn't seen Portland. It was fun stuff. We looked down at everything from Council Crest, went to the Burnside Skate Park and found this hippie drum circle concert thing, but we didn't go in because neither of us had $15 on us.
We went to McMenamins Blue Moon. It was packed. It was pretty crazy. And then we scooted off to Rimsky-Korsakoffee for dessert and tea. As we were about to leave, we opened the door and a cop was there screaming at us: "SHUT THE DOOR, SHUT THE DOOR! GET BACK INSIDE!" ohhhhh-kay.
Anyway, they were setting up a raid on the Plaid Pantry next door, as there was a guy in a truck in the parkinglot with a gun. It was pretty impressive actually watching a police raid in effect. There was definitely training involved.
Saturday was X-Men 3 and hanging out and Krispy Kreme. Sunday was a barbeque up in Vancouver. And Monday was, in true fashion, a day off.
I've been tired this week. I'm also feeling very... "existentialist". I feel like I'm losing a sense of purpose. Not just for me, but for the whole world. I actually thought about death today, what it'd be like. But I had a cribbage game to get to, so that mood didn't last long. But it was back tonight. I found myself audibly sighing when I was making dinner and sitting at the computer. Hmm
Hopefully it's just a passing thing and this weekend will be better.
Memorial day weekend was the first weekend in a month that I took in Portland. It was good though. Friday, an older friend called me up and asked me to take his daughter out on the town because she hasn't seen Portland. It was fun stuff. We looked down at everything from Council Crest, went to the Burnside Skate Park and found this hippie drum circle concert thing, but we didn't go in because neither of us had $15 on us.
We went to McMenamins Blue Moon. It was packed. It was pretty crazy. And then we scooted off to Rimsky-Korsakoffee for dessert and tea. As we were about to leave, we opened the door and a cop was there screaming at us: "SHUT THE DOOR, SHUT THE DOOR! GET BACK INSIDE!" ohhhhh-kay.
Anyway, they were setting up a raid on the Plaid Pantry next door, as there was a guy in a truck in the parkinglot with a gun. It was pretty impressive actually watching a police raid in effect. There was definitely training involved.
Saturday was X-Men 3 and hanging out and Krispy Kreme. Sunday was a barbeque up in Vancouver. And Monday was, in true fashion, a day off.
I've been tired this week. I'm also feeling very... "existentialist". I feel like I'm losing a sense of purpose. Not just for me, but for the whole world. I actually thought about death today, what it'd be like. But I had a cribbage game to get to, so that mood didn't last long. But it was back tonight. I found myself audibly sighing when I was making dinner and sitting at the computer. Hmm
Hopefully it's just a passing thing and this weekend will be better.
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alyssum:
It seems like it's been like that for most people lately. I'm sure it'll pass in time...
maeby:
i like pirates
i like pirates