Been forever and a day since my last post, not that any of you were paying attention anyway, but what the hell.
Today's going... slowly... I should be working on a paper, obviously this is not constructive, but really, I need a break.
The semester hasn't been completely unkind so far;
My sister/flatmate managed to set our tea kettle on fire (that takes talent, let me tell you) and it took nearly three days to get the smell out of our apartment.
Finals start next week, not looking forward to that, at all. Grammar (sad as it is) is kicking my ass, I mean really, who needs to diagram a sentence? In what sadistically crack-pot world are you EVER going to use that!? It's a useless skill really, and one I'm not very good at (part of that may be my lack of motivation).
I don't really give a damn whether that phrase is a nominal, or whether the verb is transitive or not. Does the sentence make sense? Is the context appropriate? Does the verb tense agree with itself?
-Yes.
Good then. Enough said, lets move on.
I spent Thanksgiving break watching TORCHWOOD, brilliant show. I wasn't super crazy about Season 1, but Season 2 was amazing (for a fantastically corny sci-fi show with crap special effects that you just can't help but LOVE - but then it's a Doctor Who spin-off, so what did you expect) and Season 3 well, lets just say Day 4 left me depressed for DAYS.
And then a few days ago I attended an ex-boyfriends wedding.
Mildly awkward that.
Not between me and him, we were pretty groovy, although, he was admittedly a little too "grateful" that I'd shown up, and that made things a bit awkward. Especially between me and his blushing bride, who did less blushing and more sniffing than anything else. I can understand crying at your wedding, lots of people do, and hell, I've even been moved to tears by one (not my own obviously as I am still graciously single), but if you're going to cry through the WHOLE THING, accept the damn kleenex when you're offered because 40 minutes of listening to you sucking snot up your nose is damn annoying.
She looked fantastic though. I didn't like her dress (who wears beige as a wedding gown?) but the style looked AMAZING on her, and her hair looked just gorgeous. She was quite lovely.
He looked the same as he always has, slightly chubby in an endearing I'm-a-computer-genius-desk-man sort of way. I don't like white tuxedo's, but he's a bit too fair in complexion to pull off a black one, so it was better when he ditched the jacket at the reception.
You really do need a little bit of pigment to be able to grab the sexy James Bond look, if you're too pale you just end up looking like a butler. (I don't know why I think butlers are pale)
But anyway,
The ceremony (EXTREMLY Christian - to the point where it's more cult-ish and creepy than religious) lasted about 45 minutes (which is about 30 minutes too long for my taste -I'd be tired of standing by that point) then they bride and groom marched out, then marched back in to dismiss us (that was a new one - what were the Ushers for?) Very awkward that, being dismissed by them.
She said
"It was YOUR track meet we met at, you know."
I said
"You're welcome."
He said "I'm really, REALLY glad you came. Really glad."
I said
"Aw, I wouldn't have missed it."
Then he gave me a hug, that lingered a few beats too long for mine, (OR his brides) taste. so he could say "really glad" again. I didn't hug back, I just sort of stood there, like a board (or an idiot), and tried not to shove him off, which was a little weird as 7 years ago I'd have sold a kidney for a hug like that.
Funny how our perspectives change.
Then there was the reception...
My carpool (myself, my boyfriend, D and Tater) formed a "kids table" with a few other friends our age (there were an eerie amount of insanely OLD people at this wedding) and proceeded to create small mischief. Like, when the dance floor opened for the first "couples dance" (just to get all the guests on their feet) they DJ said
"Find a cute girl and bring her up here"
I immediately yelled "I call D!" and grabbed her hand.
Tater started laughing "Good!"
So, for the first couples dance, D and I danced together, and our respective boyfriends danced with one another, and as we were the first four to join the bride and groom on the dance floor, EVERYONE noticed.
The groom thought it was funny, but it earned us a very VERY dirty look from a rather ancient old woman. I don't believe she appreciated our homosexual shenanigans. (did I mention it was a REALLY Christian wedding?)
It was hilarious!
Dancing continues, we eventually switch partners and I'm back in the arms of my very own Apollo, but still flirting with D of course. Meanwhile, old woman is still glaring. (I really wanted to tell her "It's a wedding reception for crying out loud, Live a little!" but then, considering how old she looked, that may have been in poor taste, so I held my tongue.)
Dollar Dance - I was a little concerned about that one, being one of like 10 young females, I was sort of obligated to go up and dance with the groom, but it was something I'd stressed about a bit. We'd dated for roughly 3 years back in middle school (and fresh/part of soph years of high school), and as wifey had already made the track-meet jab, I wasn't sure how welcome I was dancing with her man?
That and, it hadn't been a good break-up. We'd mended it over time sure, after all, we had all the same friends, but it'd always been strained, and there'd always been that "not-quite-100%-over-you" tension, even though we'd both moved on to other people.
But it was actually very cool. You know how you worry that maybe you'll be jealous, or that maybe those feelings you think are gone, are really just buried, (well maybe you do, maybe you don't, I certainly did) But I wasn't. I was very Zen... or maybe it was the Sex-on-the-beach I'd been drinking, but either way, I was really super happy for him!
We just chatted while we danced, how's life been, where're you honey-mooning, how come you got the geriatric ward here (okay, I didn't say that, but God how I wanted to!) Why were you dancing with D instead of your boyfriend,
Silence... oh good, there's his devil-incarnate mother... lets see if she can pull off lighting my head on fire with her glare this time. No? Too bad, better luck the next time I run into you at the grocery store.
More dancing, not so great food, AMAZING CAKE!! and then we all migrated away from the speakers a bit, I got caught up talking with the groom, my b/f and three of our best mutual friends in high-school. It was great actually, not awkward like it had been in the church. We probably talked for a good 20 minutes before my carpool decided we were calling it a night.
'Course, when I went to tell the bride 'Congrats' before I left, she dumped half her drink down my arm...
she said "Oh, Oops!"
I said
"Cheers. I was hot from dancing anyway."
All in all, it wasn't a bad time. And I do love to dance.
And it was enlightening, I feel so grown up and mature now, I shouldn't have worried about buried feelings, because they aren't there.
Dancing with him it was just, dancing with an old friend. It was nice, it was comfortable, but it wasn't emotionally charged. And the whole night made me realize I shouldn't have worried, we walk completely different circles.
He's this straight-laced, crazy-devout Christian, with a plan and a path he's trying to stick to,
and I'm this tattooed, omni-sexual, agnostic with no plan and just a general direction I'm meandering in.
He's got his plan, I've got my flow, and everybody's happy.
Well, I'm happy at least.
Happier than I thought I'd be.
my regards to everyone else out there in the rat race
-keep running
I've been working on the boyfriends "valentine" for like 2 weeks now! It's taken me FOREVER! On the bright side, it looks groovy. My favorite part is totally Yoruichi lurking up the corner! 
