let's do the fork in the garbage disposal

Last night was lovely. My friend Fin's sister Zara was in town, so I went down to his place with my best friend Mer to visit for a few hours. We played Dutch Blitz (a magnificently vonderful goot game if there ever was one) and they proceeded to beat me mercilessly at it--Fin and Zara were both home-schooled, and apparently Dutch Blitz is a quintessential home-schooling game. Just my luck.

Then they exposed me to this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJqYc0Q6uOM&feature=related

And Fin, Dominic (my friend and his friend and his roommate) and I proceeded to do said dance. It was wonderful.

I do love my friends oodles and oodles, because we're able to sing songs from Mulan and discuss the finer points of Thomas Aquinas in the same conversation. This would also be why I love university.

I feel like I've had a growth spurt over the past few months in terms of maturity and understanding my place in the world. I've got friends, actual friends who I can just hang out with for a few hours on a random Saturday evening, for the first time in...ever, really. The only other time I've had this level of comfort has been in relationships, but that wasn't healthy in and of itself because it was verging on co-dependent and only having that one person to have that comfort with, so when the relationship ended things were sort of messy for a bit.

They got better fairly quickly, though. Being in a different city surrounded by new and interesting people tends to do that, particularly when it was a relationship that I knew needed to end long before I actually ended it.

I should be doing homework, most definitely should be doing homework. I need to read the Prologue to Canterbury Tales and write character descriptions and it will be lovely but somewhat time-consuming which is unfortunate because it's Sunday and this weekend has flown by far too quickly for my liking.

I saw a poster up today advertising a self-care without self-injury six-week program thing at my university. I considered going to it, then realized that the number to call it was the same number used for counseling services on campus--a service which I already intend to use, so I feel like it would just be a pointless double-whammy of self-improvement.