excavation

things here are crazy out of order, but i've had an army of exciting weekends lined up in rows and rows and rows. first there was megajunk, then jfest+boston, then birthday, then survivor beach, then popping the x cherry+wakeboarding+champagne brunch. i'm exhausted, and all i want to do this weekend is finish harry potter before more loud mouths on the escalator decide to scream out who died (ohmigod or they'll be next).


it's really too exciting for sentences, soo...first up: my birthday! of wakeboarding+outlet shopping+shanghainese food+pizza+TWO CAKES+the blowing out of all but one candle+wii boxing and bowling and tennis. and dear jon who woke up in the middle of the night to hang up decorations in the dark. boyfriends are best for birthdays. in addition to all that, he got me a jersey+disc from potlatch, and a movie, and a book! plus, of course, my nds, which was bought a week in advance to be taken on the longhaul travel trip. eventually, i will unearth the pictures from his and my cameras.

more recently, i've made a concerted effort towards chill weekends. for example, last weekend, paulie came over friday night, brian had a party saturday night, and sunday we got our ears lowered (does anyone remember that episode of doug?--that means we got haircuts. as usual, i fell asleep in mine--a habit i've developed since mom stopped cutting my hair. i'm much less vigilant since i don't have to worry about her snipping off the extra 4 inches b/c i'd look so cute with a bob. i guess it could be considered dangerous to fall asleep in a haircut, but i've slept thru more dire circumstances. plus, we were fully in blowdry mode by then. also also, i think my body uses narcolepsy as a defense mechanism. when situations get too stressful, i tend to zonk out. my subconscious is convinced that my conscious is not prepared to handle itself. when my conscious regains control, the menace has usually passed. proof? i've slept thru ringu (japanese version), not b/c i was bored but b/c i was terrified. i sleep thru lecturers given by foreign accents (peeling back the extra layer of esoteric is too stressful for my brain). one may argue that new haircuts are stressful too (who knows who will come out on the other side)).

mmm---sushi.