Weekend Update

[40cakes]

I like Magical Shopping Arcade Abenobashi a lot. It's cute and sweet and at the same time asks some big questions about reality, right and wrong, and growing up. True to what arafel had said, the last episode was great - up until a point. These two kids are talking about altering reality, coming to terms with having to grow up, understanding that lives change and that's okay - and then everything stays the same. The shopping arcade isn't being renovated, everyone's alive and well, and all that matters is havin' yer health. WTF. Maybe it's because I've moved so many times and have just idly accepted so much change that the ending just left a sour taste in my mouth. Maybe it's because the day I watched it was my possible last day at Rob's (more on that later). But Sasshi was getting this revelation that Arumi knew what had happened in the real world, and that part of growing up was growing apart, and that it was childish to think everything would stay the same forever.

And what happens when he realizes this? He still tries to pull a childish stunt to keep them from going home so Arumi won't be hurt or upset. And that was touching. And then it was followed up with his wish. Maybe I need AD-Vid notes to explain to me why finding out who Sasshi was the reincarnation of excused this. But cut out that last minute, and everything was cool.

So I'm feeling a little better today. I mean, I'm once again feeling inexplicable dread that the weekend is just about over, but I'm not like I was last week. I'm thinking about everything logically and trying to pinpoint what exactly there is to be upset about. I can't come up with anything. Maybe I just want to stay childish and piss around all day and work really prevents that. I don't know.

Everyone's moving desks around at work, so the "Free Stuff for You" pile has grown by leaps and bounds. I brought home a bunch of CDs and books, one of the books being about "Taking Control of Your Life." I stole a little blank notebook from work and have been doing the exercises and evaluating my life and values. It's helping a little bit, I think.

One of the exercises involves "making a connection with myself" by daily doing something alone that I enjoy. While masturbation is fun, it gets rather messy once a month, and I might get in trouble for doing that on the train. So I've been writing every day. jaina has been appointed my "Write, bitch!" cheerleader since we text each other all day, but if you'd like to help out, text my cell or use the "leave a text message" dealie from livejournal. I've been doing pretty dern good so far.

Went to Rob's after work and hung out and fell asleep early. Tried to read some more of "Stupid White Men," but I just can't get into it as much as "Downsize This!" Most of SWM is bullshit. Michael Moore has pretty much done the impossible: through a single book, he's pissed me off just as much as Ann Coulter did with "Slander." It's crazy. ...Does this make me a moderate?

This is Rob's last weekend at the apartment - everyone's moving out now. It feels a little sad to say goodbye to the Crossings (I don't care what it's calling itself now), especially now that there are new owners who actually seem to care about making the property look nice. And we've had a lot of memories there. Like the long hair in the noodles, and the drippy faucet and the spiders and the invisible car. I got my first and only parking ticket there. He asked me to stay over again Saturday night, but I didn't. I miss him and I love him and like nothing more than to curl up in his arms. But man, today is fun.

After leaving him on Saturday, I came home and my parents and I checked out a place for rent in Edison - inlaws of a former coworker, looking to rent out a room from their house. The room hasn't yet been built, but it would be on the second floor and have its own bathroom. $450/month, which is good for the area. The house is gorgeous, the area is lovely, and the people are nice, and the train station is 5 minutes away.

(In case you're wondering how much that would affect me, I need to start work at 8:30 am. I like to be there early. Right now, I catch the 6:22 am train, and leave my house at 5 am to get to the station on time. If I moved into this place, I'd catch the 6:47 am train, and would leave around 6:30 to make it [just to give myself extra time to make it there alright and grab a parking space]. Now I get home 9pm at the earliest. Move in here, get home around 7:30 pm.)

For all its merits, I have privacy issues with living in someone else's home. They say they're out a lot, and go on vacation or spend a lot of time in south jersey. But still. The room won't be built until October, so I have a while to check out other options. If I can't find anything else, I think I'll go with that.

Today was a day of me time. Sat around and watched TV. I bought Along Came Polly and Reality Bites from on Demand (double feature) and found I didn't like either. ACP wanted to be a Farrelly brothers movie AND a romantic comedy, and wound up switching between the two too often to be good as either. RB was overrated and full of unlikable characters. I actually hit fast forward when Wynona and Ethan Hawke were the only people on screen. Now I'm doing the task of finally cleaning my room. And watching Fight Club on a Hello Kitty DVD player.

>^..^

Comments

[robinterrae.livejournal.com]

My parents say that you can stay at our house during the week if you want so that you don't have take all that time commuting. I know that you said you don't like living in other people's homes, but I had to tell you that the offer was there.

But damn. That's a long friggin' day. I don't know how you do it, hon.