Feeling as if this week was too bizarre not to be documented somewhere. . .
Did I mention that we've had a really splendid time at the Manor this past week, freezing our asses off together by candle-light?
Well we have.
It's been at the same time miserable and yet very, very pleasurable to be forced to deal with the dark and the cold, I'll admit it. We had water, but not hot water, gas, but not heat, and light, but only five feet from the nearest candle after dark.
Why did I enjoy myself? Let me count the ways:
1. Candles make everything better, and DAMN but we had a lot of candles in that living room. We gathered them at dusk and sat around them talking until after midnight, making occasional forays into the cavernous darkness when necessary. When we attained the grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner, it was complete.
2. Studying by candle-light was. . . Nah. Forget the fact that I was studying. I only liked it so much because my second family was gathered 'round at that table. The dark was a great people-congealer.
3. Tarot. Tarot tarot. We didn't have a ouija board, which we thought would have been the most appropriate thing to do in that big, dark, cold cave of a house, so we did tarot instead, with the gusto and verve that only amateurs muster. Thank you, Misters Bagwell and Bleckley, for your expert readings. My future apparently SUCKS, thanks, but it was still fun. 8^D
4. Did I mention the candles? Man I enjoyed those.
5. Oh God, Tuesday night. I went and danced for a couple hours, because that's what Tuesdays are for, dontcha know, and then I went downstairs from the ballroom, set up my computer for the internets and power that were to be had there in the food court, and wrote until 6 am. . . at which point the fire alarm in the union went off and I hiked across the street to Starbucks. I had pumpkin bread and something warm to drink, and finished my paper. I was re-researching and re-writing the Plant Care paper that I mentioned in my last post, which got zapped (long story) when the power went out. :-P I'm not a coffee person, but I enjoyed the place. It smells nice.
6. And I took a shower at the Huff. It felt SO GOOD!
7. Wednesday night I went home to sleep for the first time since Monday. All I can say is THANK GOD I DIDN'T COME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE. It was _fucking_ _eerie_. One street lamp at the corner, reflecting off the ice, but other than that, every god damn thing was dark. I wish I had a picture, then you might understand how other-worldly it felt. "Post-apocolyptic" was the word of the day.
Anyway, Mr. Bleckley and I held the fort. We agreed that the cold would not have been so bad but for our faces feeling as though they were about to crack off, then we fell asleep talking, snug in our sleeping bags on those ever-wonderful couches, the smell of a profusion of candles lingering in our nostrils. Later, avilister stopped by just long enough to peer into the living room creepily through the glass (yes, my first thought was "oh god someone's in the house" - let's forget that people living in a boarding house should be used to other people coming in and out) and pick up his computer parts, and Powers (and Ryan?) returned by morning.
All in all, not too bad. I took my last finals yesterday, one of which was online and completed last night at Brett's place, and now I am through. Through with school but for one quick excursion to Mexico this month that I fear must, in fact, happen, if I am to graduate this May. Ah well. What must be done will be done, forever and ever amen, even if I did want tp spend more time with all of my peeps this holiday season.
On the subject of moving off into the wild blue yonder next semester, headed for parts unknown: I'm terribly excited and nervous. I'll miss you/them, and that crazy house. I'll miss everything. I'm not completely gone yet, so don't you dare think that I won't be back, but now, right now, is when I begin to leave. It's a little sad for me.
Picture a bitter-sweet smile on my silly face. You'll forgive me for having a little nostalgia with my excitement, yes? I thought so.
I want sushi.
Well we have.
It's been at the same time miserable and yet very, very pleasurable to be forced to deal with the dark and the cold, I'll admit it. We had water, but not hot water, gas, but not heat, and light, but only five feet from the nearest candle after dark.
Why did I enjoy myself? Let me count the ways:
1. Candles make everything better, and DAMN but we had a lot of candles in that living room. We gathered them at dusk and sat around them talking until after midnight, making occasional forays into the cavernous darkness when necessary. When we attained the grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner, it was complete.
2. Studying by candle-light was. . . Nah. Forget the fact that I was studying. I only liked it so much because my second family was gathered 'round at that table. The dark was a great people-congealer.
3. Tarot. Tarot tarot. We didn't have a ouija board, which we thought would have been the most appropriate thing to do in that big, dark, cold cave of a house, so we did tarot instead, with the gusto and verve that only amateurs muster. Thank you, Misters Bagwell and Bleckley, for your expert readings. My future apparently SUCKS, thanks, but it was still fun. 8^D
4. Did I mention the candles? Man I enjoyed those.
5. Oh God, Tuesday night. I went and danced for a couple hours, because that's what Tuesdays are for, dontcha know, and then I went downstairs from the ballroom, set up my computer for the internets and power that were to be had there in the food court, and wrote until 6 am. . . at which point the fire alarm in the union went off and I hiked across the street to Starbucks. I had pumpkin bread and something warm to drink, and finished my paper. I was re-researching and re-writing the Plant Care paper that I mentioned in my last post, which got zapped (long story) when the power went out. :-P I'm not a coffee person, but I enjoyed the place. It smells nice.
6. And I took a shower at the Huff. It felt SO GOOD!
7. Wednesday night I went home to sleep for the first time since Monday. All I can say is THANK GOD I DIDN'T COME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE. It was _fucking_ _eerie_. One street lamp at the corner, reflecting off the ice, but other than that, every god damn thing was dark. I wish I had a picture, then you might understand how other-worldly it felt. "Post-apocolyptic" was the word of the day.
Anyway, Mr. Bleckley and I held the fort. We agreed that the cold would not have been so bad but for our faces feeling as though they were about to crack off, then we fell asleep talking, snug in our sleeping bags on those ever-wonderful couches, the smell of a profusion of candles lingering in our nostrils. Later, avilister stopped by just long enough to peer into the living room creepily through the glass (yes, my first thought was "oh god someone's in the house" - let's forget that people living in a boarding house should be used to other people coming in and out) and pick up his computer parts, and Powers (and Ryan?) returned by morning.
All in all, not too bad. I took my last finals yesterday, one of which was online and completed last night at Brett's place, and now I am through. Through with school but for one quick excursion to Mexico this month that I fear must, in fact, happen, if I am to graduate this May. Ah well. What must be done will be done, forever and ever amen, even if I did want tp spend more time with all of my peeps this holiday season.
On the subject of moving off into the wild blue yonder next semester, headed for parts unknown: I'm terribly excited and nervous. I'll miss you/them, and that crazy house. I'll miss everything. I'm not completely gone yet, so don't you dare think that I won't be back, but now, right now, is when I begin to leave. It's a little sad for me.
Picture a bitter-sweet smile on my silly face. You'll forgive me for having a little nostalgia with my excitement, yes? I thought so.
I want sushi.