My weekend and all that blah.

[mossygirl]

Probably should've posted this before I didn't come on AIM on Friday or Saturday ... x.x gomen ne.



This weekend was pretty busy. On Friday I worked, then had that reception to go to (it was less formal than I thought it might be, which made me very glad I could easily switch my work schedule around; it wasn't worth creating trouble at work for), and then I hung out with some of high school friends, who I'm seeing a lot more of this summer than last year. That's certainly good; I don't want to lose those connections. It usually takes me a long time to feel like I really know people.

On Saturday my family went out to my cottage in Cedar Lake. Before my mom and I left (my dad always goes really early, and my brother would be in and out), I hurried out to Bargain Books. Bargain Books is a discount/overstock? type bookstore that had a half price sale (off the already marked down prices) last year on the fourth of July, and I wanted to see if they were having one this year. Last year I found some interesting stuff (including some manga) at very nice prices--it's not the kind of store you go into to look for something specific, but it's great to browse through. I hadn't been there in a while because I don't like going out to the area it's in unless I have good reason. But when I pulled up into the empty parking lot and peeked through the dingy front window, to my dismay I realized that, though the giant yellow banner bearing the name of the store still hung above me, the store itself was completely empty. There was a "Moving Sale" sign up as well, but no signs indicating a future address. So much for that. (I was almost as disappointed that I had missed the moving sale as I was that the store was closed ...)

Yay tangents. My family went to Cedar Lake. I got to be the seventh wheel at a dinner with my parents' friends (awkward) and the thirteenth wheel when my brother came with his female friend and another couple (again, awkward). The girl was friendly -- I hadn't met her before -- but a bit flaky. Every other time her mouth opened, the words "Wow" or "That's awesome" came out. Ack, that's too mean. She was really nice. And if her relationship with my brother ever stops being "undefined," then I will gladly attempt to get to know her. (Anyway, I'm a lot worse. I spent most of the evening in my shell of quiet shyness.)

(By the way, the reason I was along was to see the fireworks extravaganza, which wasn't much of an extravaganza this year. Boo.)

Although I was very tired out by the day -- prolonged contact with non-friends/immediate family always tires me out, and I spent all my afternoon helping my mom get ready -- when I crept into bed that night with a book, I couldn't sleep. I haven't slept at our cottage in ages, and honestly, it was awful. The whole house was very silent. Unlike my room at home, I cannot see out the door of this room from the bed. If I could see out the door, I would be looking into the dark, blank wall of the hallway, with an un-curtained window staring back at me. Un-curtained windows absolutely terrify me when it's too dark to see outside. It's kind of a weird phobia, but ... you can't tell what's out there (there's always light outside my window at home). Ack, even typing that makes me shudder. It wouldn't be so bad if I was closer to the other bedrooms, but mine is the closest to the rest of the house and is separated from my parents by a bathroom and my brother's room, which was empty since he wasn't staying over. My cat wasn't even there to lighten my mood. I started reading a book I hadn't looked at in a while to calm me down, but I had forgotten that it was a sort of murder mystery with a sequel that I did not have (I'm sure it's not worth it, but my blind curiosity causes me to ask: If you happen to find the book "Twin Terror" by Janice Harrell for cheap, pick it up for me. I need resolution x.x). So, I reached the end of the book only to find that the killer was still on the loose. Not exactly comforting considering I was already wound up and unable to sleep x.x

(The book shouldn't have been that scary. It was just a stupid teen horror/mystery. Bah.)

But I did sleep eventually. My mom couldn't sleep either, so she kept walking around the house, which, combined with closing and locking my door, made me feel safe enough (i.e., enough like I wasn't going to open my eyes to see some man dressed in black about to strangle me--should I blame this on my Sushi theater play/Cameron?) to finally drift off.

This morning was church on the lake (put on by a community Bible church), so we pulled out our pontoon boat once more to listen to a sermon. This time we could actually hear it, and managed to stay anchored in one place (more or less). Unfortunately, the sermon was kind of ... fluff. To summarize: September 11 was sad. Firefighters are heroes. Soldiers are heroes. Heroes are like Christ. Yay.

(***Note: I am not saying the above statements are false. Merely, they don't make for a very ... deep message. Maybe I was just overly negative from lack of sleep. It's good to honor people. N' stuff.)

So then I drove myself home. And watched some Planetes, which I am gaining an immense fondness for. And did ANOTHER podcast. The one on Tuesday pretty much had so many technical difficulties that we're not going to run it. Tonight we (ack, looks like we're down to two for a while longer ._.) did an interview with a guy who's in charge of panel programming for Anime Central. Pretty freaking cool. He was a very good interviewee, and though I thought the interview went a little long (and I wasn't in charge of questions so I didn't have much to say) it was actually really interesting. It's not up yet, of course, but I'll let you know when it is, and I encourage you to listen. It really made me want to go to ACEN ... *pouts*

Then I watched another episode of Planetes. And squee-ed. As much as you can squee over a so obviously seinen/adult-oriented show as Planetes. By adult, I don't mean pr0n, yo. I mean, close to real life. In sci fi. Teh fuuuuutuuure. Ha. A show about space garbage collectors, with a main character who's kind of a loser (but isn't really so bad once you get to know him). I mean, when I watch the opening and see all the spaceships launching and Hachimaki running n' stuff in front of the earth and the singer is bellowing out the song in his odd voice, I know that I am not the intended audience for this program ... but I still really like it.


And now I'm here. The end.

Comments

[kazenokaitou.livejournal.com]

Aww, sorry about the store. That's disappointing. And dude, I know what you mean about the windows and such. I have to use my computer in our dark living room area at night, and there is one window right across from me that shows part of our yard and the wall of another house with a lot of shrubbery and shadows. The house next door is abandoned, so like... I'm always afraid I'm going to look up and see someone (or something?) staring out of the window across the way right back at me. Ugh. Terrifying.

Coolness about the podcast. You guys are getting really fancy. Haha. And yay Planetes~

[yaminokaitou.livejournal.com]

ACEN's a lot of fun. Granted, I only spent about half a day there, most of which was taken up by shopping and the pillows concert...

Cottage, yay. I'll be going there some time this week. not real sure when. X_X
Sleeping at cottages is always hard, so don't worry about it, ne? ^^

Church on the lake, huh? That sounds fun!