Monday, March 3, 2003

I had an…interesting weekend.

It’s the sort of weekend that’s hard to describe, not because very little happened, but because there are so many ways in which one could approach it. There are all these little threads and unrelated major points jostling for attention. Ah well.

I arrived home from an enjoyable night playing Redemption to find my parents in bed, and their reminder that Saturday was my youngest niece’s birthday party. Oops. And I’d made plans to meet with a friend.

On Saturday, I woke up late and then spent the morning doing errands. The errands were generic and successful: cash a check at the bank, return my last stack of library books and check out another stack, clear the cheap catalogs out of the P.O. box, and stop by Suncoast to spend perhaps too much money on anime.

While at Suncoast, I reserved copies of the upcoming DVD releases of the Hayao Miyazaki films Spirited Away, Kiki’s Delivery Service, and Castle in the Sky. I have bootlegs of these films, and swore to myself that, if they were ever released in America, I’d buy legal copies. So, that decision makes me feel warm and fuzzy. On the other hand, I still haven’t bought FLCL even after watching bootlegs of all six episodes. On the gripping hand, I don’t really like FLCL.

I then came home and crashed for about an hour, before packing up and heading out to my sister’s for the birthday party. I brought my laptop Navi and watched bootlegs of Haibane Renmei (yes, I’ll buy legal copies once it’s released in America!) on the way there.

We arrived at my sister’s house, where we had the party. The party consisted of myself, my parents, my sister, and her children. That was it. Very intimate, and that made it fun. We played the “Worst Case Surivival” game, in which I got the chance to ham it up as a game show host.

As we got ready to leave and I lay back on the couch, my Dad came over and told me that, oh by the way, my sister’s two oldest girls (aged six and four) were coming home with us for a few days.

Don’t get me wrong; the girls are great. But it was completely unexpected, and came in on top of what was turning out to be a very busy weekend.

We got home, put the girls to bed, and then my Mom reminded me that I’m supposed to clean my part of the house on Saturday. Oops. I promised to do it as soon as I could.

I awoke late on Sunday, dragged myself out of bed, took a too-brief shower, dressed myself in reasonably nice clothes, and drove to church. It was a good service, but long; we had communion plus a lengthy sermon. On the way home, I stopped off at the Sports Authority and lucked out in a quest that’s been on my mind for the past few days.

Four small, rubber lacrosse balls are now nestled in the pocket of my coat. Whenever I’m out and bored — say, standing in a line at the bank or making a phone call — I can pull out these balls and practice juggling for a little bit. Maybe I can make it up to four balls during those little interstices between activity.

Anyway. I didn’t get home until well after 1:00. After lunch with everybody I decided I’d spend a little time reading, and before I knew it, I had to get ready to go to AWANA at 4:00. Great.

AWANA was a lot of fun, and I ended up spending well over two hours afterwards with a good friend of mine, reading through an electronics book and watching anime (Argentosoma, which I plan to review on Points of View once I’ve finished the disc…very interesting stuff).

I got home well after 9:00. The girls were asleep, my parents were in bed, and…I still hadn’t cleaned the house. Wonderful. I feel great.

So this morning I woke up…drugged. I could not drag myself out of bed. I should have arrived at work by the time I managed to haul myself into the bathroom. I finally got out of the house, only to have my Mom remind me that I was supposed to do the trash by Monday morning. And I was already late for work, so I had to give up on that, too.

So, I’ve had a good weekend, but I’ve been a complete loser on my chores.

I guess it’s a good thing I’m moving out.

Oh yeah, I’m moving out. Which is a whole ‘nother post.

…Oh, screw this.

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