nothing bad is happening. should i be worried?

well obviously my interest in self-presentation has gone absolutely nowhere except a bunch of conversations at a party i went to on friday. i think we all knew it would wane after last week's blog entry. that is just the way of these things. i guess there's a chance the arrival of "get rich or die tryin" through interlibrary loan will rekindle it. just a chance though.

the party was great. i cleared up some conflicting pieces of gossip that had been nagging at me, drank out of one red cup and one blue one, and yelled some without actually making any bad impressions. at least, i don't think i did.

that night i slept at carolann's. we watched flight of the conchords, ate pub mix and talked about boys some. when we woke up, we watched flight of the conchords for three hours and then got pizza for breakfast. i haven't laughed that hard in weeks. maybe ever. i know it sounds like we didn't do very much but when every tiny thing that you see or do causes an uproar it feels like you have crammed a whole week of fun into a morning. well, afternoon. it was two by the time we had pizza.

saturday night, james took us all out to dinner with some money his grandfather had given him to do something all together because we were nice to him while he was in the hospital. really thoughtful, right? especially thoughtful was the fact that james actually came up with something for us to do all together instead of just buying us some pizza and pocketing the rest. that is what i probably would have done. that or bought everyone shoes. here is what we did:
got picked up by marissa
informed her that james' grandfather wasn't actually here, just his check
got on the t
made fun of people on the t
got off at government center
took pictures of ourselves with various statues







found a restaurant that looked small and good and smelled incredible (cibo)
ordered wine we knew very little about
pretended it matched the food perfectly, although i for one would never have known
appreciated the waiter for talking to us like we were adults
realized it was a date restaurant
didn't care about this
ordered appetizers AND entrees and ate ourselves ill
went to mike's pastry and ordered two of every kind of cannoli
walked around looking for a park james likes
found a little alley full of pictures of saints and flashing things, but it was locked
got upset about that a little bit
found the park - christopher columbus park, i think, right on the water with a big archway of blue lights
decided that the arch made us feel like romeo and juliet a little bit, or at least like claire danes and leo
ate the cannolis
got powdered sugar up our noses (by accident)
ran around a little on a sugar high
walked back to the t
got driven home by marissa from the t stop

all in all, an incredible caturday.

now it's tuesday and i'm in that mode where i just live entirely in my own head and sometimes have a hard time figuring out what is real and what isn't, or at least what's important and what isn't. here is a breakdown i came up with last night:
school = important
crafts = not as important
pizza = awesome