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Yesterday I finished with my classes for the year. So perhaps it is time for a bit of collapse and relax and update, mm?
I ended up awake until 0630 yesterday morning finishing my assignments, slept until 1130, woke, printed them and took them off to TAFE to turn them in. Such endings are often accompanied by a feeling of great lightness, a very relaxing feeling of simple deflation. Taking a couple of days to relax before I begin pressing myself again, reminding not to berate myself for having some time without accomplishment (even most of my entertainment is driven by desire and plan that makes it a matter of 'accomplishment' or 'failure').
Back in time now. On Sunday I went to my first party. I say so because it is the first party of my life which was not a family affair, something I was invited to at which I knew people and was able to participate.
It was an end of year party, a Christmas party so they say. Dropped off I was (sister mine the car for the night having), went inside and asked at the reception about the group I was with. The woman at the counter said she did not know anything about what might be going on inside the place, so I was going to sign in as a guest... except apparently I live within the radius in which membership is compulsory. I went and waited for 15 minutes to see if anyone would show up, if I was at the right place.
No one did so I called my mother to ask if she could check the invitation in my bag, see if I were at the right place (Q had sent me an email unsure if I had the details [I had], but seemed hesitant herself, so I wondered if they might differ from the actual invitation). The bag I carry everywhere, my mother suggested leaving behind for the night, along with wearing something with a collar and not a t-shirt. Well! I have no dress at all, let alone one suited to a night out, nor any similar suitable outfit with skirt, so boyed and collared it was, and I had to call home to confirm location.
It was the right place and so I resigned myself to becoming a member, though I expected not to return. That was when Q showed up, so at least I had confirmation it was the right place or we both were in the wrong one. After attaining my membership for the surprisingly low price of $5 I signed her in as my guest - although there was some confusion on my part and she ended up signed in as me. It worked.
We also met a third person from class and together went in to the restaurant section to claim our reservation. Not quite the first to arrive, there had been one waiting for us. In total our group numbered five when filled. A fun buffet dinner. I was surprised when it was remarked that it must be on account of my eating so lightly that I must not be so solidly built as other guys known. I normally get teased by my family at such places for the large amount I eat and I thought I still was plenty; the only changes made were not forcing myself to keep going past the point of being full, and taking time to enjoy what I had instead of swallowing it as quickly as possible.
Talked with Q about Twilight. Her theory is the basic function of werewolves is to lose out to vampires in romantic rivalries, which we proved by asking another classmate which she would choose between (at this point the reader is reminded that Q has in idle time used software in class to devise and catalogue books concerning werewolf biology and life[1]). Also the importance of putting control of top-end military hardware in the hands of angsty teens (c.f. Evangelion).
It was a good night. We all talked and laughed and had fun, I think. After we were done eating we moved to the area next door, where karaoke was being committed. One of the group wanted to get up and sing herself, but the queue was so booked she would not have gotten to before they finished for the night. I might have gotten up too if I could have been confident about projecting my voice and not sounding flat but that is something I still am working on. Perhaps another time. We did finish with hearing some quite good performances, including Fly Me to the Moon by a man who turned out to be the music teacher of one of my classmates.
We left about 2100. Q and I got a ride home with the classmate who preferred vampires to werewolves, as we all live near to each other. In the parking lot I got to see what looked like a conjunction of two planets by the crescent moon... it turned out to be Venus and Jupiter.
After dropoff and goodnights said, I danced / skipped my way back home and down the street. Was fun, yes oh yes. I do tend to worry though that when I am feeling free enough to do such behaviours as dancing in my seat I tend also to take up more than my fair share of the conversational space. Perhaps this is only the same worry my general awfulness and annoying nature again. Perhaps not.
Tune in next time for an account of how I was saved from death!
[1] If not a perfectly accurate description, is near enough to be taken as one.
I ended up awake until 0630 yesterday morning finishing my assignments, slept until 1130, woke, printed them and took them off to TAFE to turn them in. Such endings are often accompanied by a feeling of great lightness, a very relaxing feeling of simple deflation. Taking a couple of days to relax before I begin pressing myself again, reminding not to berate myself for having some time without accomplishment (even most of my entertainment is driven by desire and plan that makes it a matter of 'accomplishment' or 'failure').
Back in time now. On Sunday I went to my first party. I say so because it is the first party of my life which was not a family affair, something I was invited to at which I knew people and was able to participate.
It was an end of year party, a Christmas party so they say. Dropped off I was (sister mine the car for the night having), went inside and asked at the reception about the group I was with. The woman at the counter said she did not know anything about what might be going on inside the place, so I was going to sign in as a guest... except apparently I live within the radius in which membership is compulsory. I went and waited for 15 minutes to see if anyone would show up, if I was at the right place.
No one did so I called my mother to ask if she could check the invitation in my bag, see if I were at the right place (Q had sent me an email unsure if I had the details [I had], but seemed hesitant herself, so I wondered if they might differ from the actual invitation). The bag I carry everywhere, my mother suggested leaving behind for the night, along with wearing something with a collar and not a t-shirt. Well! I have no dress at all, let alone one suited to a night out, nor any similar suitable outfit with skirt, so boyed and collared it was, and I had to call home to confirm location.
It was the right place and so I resigned myself to becoming a member, though I expected not to return. That was when Q showed up, so at least I had confirmation it was the right place or we both were in the wrong one. After attaining my membership for the surprisingly low price of $5 I signed her in as my guest - although there was some confusion on my part and she ended up signed in as me. It worked.
We also met a third person from class and together went in to the restaurant section to claim our reservation. Not quite the first to arrive, there had been one waiting for us. In total our group numbered five when filled. A fun buffet dinner. I was surprised when it was remarked that it must be on account of my eating so lightly that I must not be so solidly built as other guys known. I normally get teased by my family at such places for the large amount I eat and I thought I still was plenty; the only changes made were not forcing myself to keep going past the point of being full, and taking time to enjoy what I had instead of swallowing it as quickly as possible.
Talked with Q about Twilight. Her theory is the basic function of werewolves is to lose out to vampires in romantic rivalries, which we proved by asking another classmate which she would choose between (at this point the reader is reminded that Q has in idle time used software in class to devise and catalogue books concerning werewolf biology and life[1]). Also the importance of putting control of top-end military hardware in the hands of angsty teens (c.f. Evangelion).
It was a good night. We all talked and laughed and had fun, I think. After we were done eating we moved to the area next door, where karaoke was being committed. One of the group wanted to get up and sing herself, but the queue was so booked she would not have gotten to before they finished for the night. I might have gotten up too if I could have been confident about projecting my voice and not sounding flat but that is something I still am working on. Perhaps another time. We did finish with hearing some quite good performances, including Fly Me to the Moon by a man who turned out to be the music teacher of one of my classmates.
We left about 2100. Q and I got a ride home with the classmate who preferred vampires to werewolves, as we all live near to each other. In the parking lot I got to see what looked like a conjunction of two planets by the crescent moon... it turned out to be Venus and Jupiter.
After dropoff and goodnights said, I danced / skipped my way back home and down the street. Was fun, yes oh yes. I do tend to worry though that when I am feeling free enough to do such behaviours as dancing in my seat I tend also to take up more than my fair share of the conversational space. Perhaps this is only the same worry my general awfulness and annoying nature again. Perhaps not.
Tune in next time for an account of how I was saved from death!
[1] If not a perfectly accurate description, is near enough to be taken as one.
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Date: 2008-12-04 19:53 (UTC)From:And you saw the face! The heavens, they gave you a smiley face emote. This can only be a good sign.