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Tue May 23 00 / 3:12 AM

Sunday was a day like all other Sundays, just more.

I woke up at Jen's in a comfortable bed, a usual event, but I'd actually gotten to sleep in late. It was just the girls, and we made the most of that (can we say shopping?).

The tulip festival was on downtown, and there was much more sunshine and people and activity than any regular Sunday. We chilled, and it was sublime.

I hadn't planned on staying with Jen on Sunday, but she agreed to come along to my planned Sunday night destination: Barrymore's 80s Night. As there was no use going home, I got back into my smoke-y Saturday night clothes (and was of course happy to have a legitimate excuse to wear them again). As expected, we watched The Simpsons and X-Files, but the more factor was that they were season finales.

Another more factor: we got a drive downtown instead of taking the bus (oh, and a side note: we sneaked onto buses all the dingdong weekend). I am such a sucker for the little things.

The line at Barrymore's was huge; this is unheard of. Every long-weekend layabout and his ho were there. Jen and I grumbled in line, but at least it was assured that the place was worth getting into. And it was.

I don't know what else to say, though there is much more to be said. Sam, James, and Renuka were all there, and I loved it. I danced with Jen and Sam in a sea of flesh and hands. I talked with Renuka and James over the din. Jen and I took drinks without paying for them. I saw James dance.

Connection to the nth degree. James had dyed his hair; I touched his head and liked being comfortable and confident enough to do it (like a normal person). He wouldn't dance with me, but I'm getting closer.

Teenagers pride themselves on being weird. I am always annoyed at those people who state "I'm weird, aren't I?", because no truly weird person would consider their own weirdness (or try so hard). And yet I've always considered myself at least slightly strange, or definitely not in the normal. I disdained the mainstream, not being a part of it, not wanting to be.

But I've realized that the mainstream is so popular because it's fun. Having friends, going out, physical contact; it's normal, but it's relatively new to me. WHAT was I thinking before?

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Lisa Higgs

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*long weekend rebirth: particulars (Sun)*
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Tue May 23 00 / 3:12 AM Sunday was a day like all other Sundays, just more. I woke up at Jen's in a comfortable bed, a usual event, but I'd actually gotten to sleep in late. It was just the girls, and we made the most of that (can we say shopping?). The tulip festival was on downtown, and there was much more sunshine and people and activity than any regular Sunday. We chilled, and it was sublime. I hadn't planned on staying with Jen on Sunday, but she agreed to come along to my planned Sunday night destination: Barrymore's 80s Night. As there was no use going home, I got back into my smoke-y Saturday night clothes (and was of course happy to have a legitimate excuse to wear them again). As expected, we watched The Simpsons and X-Files, but the more factor was that they were season finales. Another more factor: we got a drive downtown instead of taking the bus (oh, and a side note: we sneaked onto buses all the dingdong weekend). I am such a sucker for the little things. The line at Barrymore's was huge; this is unheard of. Every long-weekend layabout and his ho were there. Jen and I grumbled in line, but at least it was assured that the place was worth getting into. And it was. I don't know what else to say, though there is much more to be said. Sam, James, and Renuka were all there, and I loved it. I danced with Jen and Sam in a sea of flesh and hands. I talked with Renuka and James over the din. Jen and I took drinks without paying for them. I saw James dance. Connection to the nth degree. James had dyed his hair; I touched his head and liked being comfortable and confident enough to do it (like a normal person). He wouldn't dance with me, but I'm getting closer. Teenagers pride themselves on being weird. I am always annoyed at those people who state "I'm weird, aren't I?", because no truly weird person would consider their own weirdness (or try so hard). And yet I've always considered myself at least slightly strange, or definitely not in the normal. I disdained the mainstream, not being a part of it, not wanting to be. But I've realized that the mainstream is so popular because it's fun. Having friends, going out, physical contact; it's normal, but it's relatively new to me. WHAT was I thinking before?
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Lisa Higgs
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