November 01, 1999
Bleah
Ugh. What a lifeless day this has turned out to be. I spent the first half of it at home, feeling crappy. I finally managed to drag myself to work. Physically I just feel blah. Not good, not bad, just... blah. Mentally I'm in a very strange state. I'm a little down, but I feel very creative. There's several things that I really want to do, with writing first on the list. So I guess emotionally I'm down, but mentally I'm very up. There's nothing specific that I really feel down over... I suppose just a little letdown after a really good weekend.
And it was a really good weekend. Saturday was awesome and Sunday was good. I ended up just staying home, but it was a good thing. I went out in the afternoon to rent a few movies, and I stayed home, watched movies, cross-stitched and passed out candy to trick-or-treaters. That was a lot of fun. For about forty-five minutes. Then the trick-or-treaters were getting taller than me, so I turned my light off. It was more fun when the kids were little and cute and had their parents with them to remind them to say 'Thank you'. The big kids (and I'm talking thirteen and up) were smarmy and were just like 'Hey, gimme some candy'.
Of course, the upshot of me stopping early is that I have more leftover candy than I'd planned on.
I had an interesting 'wow, it's a small world' experience. Scott's latest entry is about his ten year high school reunion. (Heh. I didn't get invited to mine. Go figure.) He talks about the twin girls he went to school with, and describes them. The whole time I'm thinking, "Hey, those two sound kind of familiar." Finally, in his entry, he put up pictures of them from the reunion, and I almost fell over. I know "Divan and Danka". I was in the Metropolitan Detroit Youth Chorus for a couple years in high school, which is where I met the two of them. Then the three of us ended up at Lipscomb University. Both of them were the epitome of everything I hated about high school. They were blond, skinny, beautiful and perfect; and snotty as hell. Being around them, and people like them, made me feel all the worst things imaginable about myself. Seeing them from someone else's perspective was very interesting. Like I said to Scott via email, "I didn't like them very much, but I thought it was just jealousy."
Of course, it might still have been just jealousy.
Posted by Lisa at November 1, 1999 07:15 PM
