home was just dandy. i saw the old people and the young people and the people in between. (i did not see J because i wasn't ready for the family of alcoholics just yet. and he still owes me $$$.) we completely succeeded in surprising my dad, which was the goal of my trip home. for his birthday dinner i made cucumber soup, filet mignon wrapped in bacon with a pinot noir and mushroom sauce, and mashed potatoes. i had a broccoli pot pie, yum. :) it was relaxing. and it was nice to be at home when i was sick instead of here.

tim, don't be jealous, but last night i went to see M.I.A. in concert. she fucking rocks, but here's the thing: when i go to see a show i want someting that's not on the CD. and the only things that happened there that weren't on the album were a salt n' pepa sample and a jay-z sample or something. the rest of it was word for word. and it was a sold-out crowd that knew every word. that was very heartening. so, i don't think i got my money's worth. but i had fun!!!

i have a boyfriend now. he grew up in hyde park. he knows everyone. he has a similar sense of humour as mine. he is masculine and protective and chivalrous but not to the point where i feel like i'm being protected because i am female; rather, i feel he is protecting me because i am close to him. i am ridiculously happy.

and it just proves my basic stand. if you go looking for someone you will never find that person. if you just go about your business you wil eventually find someone who stops your heart. (one time my cousin, whom i love very much but don't understand, referred to a recent dating spree of hers as "interviewing potential husbands." icky.)

and for all the haters out there: this is not a dysfun(k)tional sociopath like usual. so there. this is for real.

i did a bad thing the other day: i laughed at a child's pain. i couldn't help it, really. there was this kid with a huge shock of red hair and a smug face like a peanut butter commercial. he was balancing on a fence made of pipe, so it's round and slippery...and his dad was holding his hand, and the boy was so proud of his balance....until he slipped off and racked himself.....which is when he started hollering for his daddy. is it wrong that i laughed so hard i had to turn a corner early so i could laugh my ass off? if it is, i don't care.

i have mononucleosis.

and i'm going home for a week.

this probably won't be as much fun as it could have been.

monday morning's labor day/birthday/housewarming brunch was great. i arrived at 11 am and left around 5 pm....never did i think it would be an all-day affair. but it was really fun to see kids from school again. i think everyone is just biding their time until classes start (end of september for us). so there was lots of chatting and many bloody marys and other morning-type alcoholic beverages were consumed. plus, someone introduced me to another person as one of her best friends from school. it might sound silly, but i was sooooo happy and warm inside. for whatever reason, i find it hard to be friends with girls. it takes a special person, you know? and i miss all my girl friends from kenyon so much. i'm really glad i'm making that kind of friendship again.

then i came home and tipsily (?) put together some cabinetry. then i took a chance that i would run into someone i know and i strolled down to the neighborhood bar. sure enough, i got sucked into a birthday party for someone i didn't really know, but i knew her friends. it was fun. until...my purse was gone. there is no explanation. it was on the table in front of me. then, it wasn't. i have a suspect in mind...a guy who drunkenly came over and tried to chat us up. when we asked him about it he threw a huge fit, acted like a baby, and whined about how i was accusing him of whatever whatever. because he's black. that was disappointing because it truly left me no recourse to explain that he was the only person who had been at the table and wasn't there any longer. he was way too drunk to hear me out. i don't have time to babysit anyway. so, it's like this. in my purse? a lipstick (my favorite), my cell phone (insured), my driver's license (expired on my birthday), and all of two dollars. so whoever needed two dollars that badly can have it. i'm more angry because my mom made that purse for me! oh, and the lipstick. my keys and my 40 dollars were in my pocket and i didn't have my credit card or university ID or anything else valuable.

so, friends, email me your phone numbers because i don't have them anymore. i always forget to make paper copies of this kind of thing. until it's too late.

i'm still going to keep walking around the vicinity of the bar, looking in dumpsters, which is even less pleasant than it sounds in this heat. but otherwise i'm getting a new phone because it's insured. and i can buy another lipstick and i can make a new purse or have my mom make another.

in other news...i have a huge crush on a cashier at the supermarket. it's actually the third huge crush i've had on a cashier there. but this one likes me back! i can tell. plus he apparently has a great vocabulary...how often do you hear a guy use the word "draconian" in a one-minute conversation? so i wonder how often i can go through his line before it gets ridiculous and embarassing. (i went twice on labor day.)

i am alone for the first time in about three days. i hardly ever feel lonely, but i do right now, at this moment. i am all moved in to my new place, but i am not all unpacked. maybe i should just watch TV and go to bed early. i have a brunch to go to in the morning so it's not like i don't have anything planned. i could unpack but i feel like that would make me lonelier.

this afternoon i went to a movie theater for the first time in almost a year. that was cool. then i went to a restaurant with a friend but she got a migraine so we left. now i have half a pizza and i am no longer hungry. maybe i could go across the street to the bar, get a beer, and come home. maybe i should plug in the TV. i don't know. i must just be tired. that's the only time these days that i get inexplicable feelings.