Well, the parents have come and gone, I am still alive, and everyone is still on speaking terms. I'd say this weekend was a resounding success. They did, of course, throw a tantrum about the nose. Apparently in addition to being doomed to unemployment for the rest of my life, I'm also probably now infected with HIV, hepatitis, and ebola. Basically, because I got my nose pierced, I am going to die. Probably sometime this week. I love the logic of parents. But once the tantrum had ended, all was well again, and it wasn't mentioned for the rest of the weekend. Whew...
Dinner with the roomies went well. Both the parents and the roommates put on a good show and avoided all controversy. We ate at a fabulous Italian restaurant in Santa Monica, and Ice-T from SVU was at the table right next to us! That brings my LA celeb sightings up to two. Anyway, I feel guilty now for villianizing my parents to my roommates so often. My parents really are good people, even if we're having some ideological clashes at the moment. The problem is that with most of the people in my life right now belonging to one of two opposite political extremes, it feels almost impossible to do or say anything without being disloyal to someone, much less figure out where I belong myself. At the same time, I know that's kind of bullshit. Disagreement is not the same thing as disloyalty, but when peoples' lives and vocations are so tied up in what they believe, it often feels that way. And it really doesn't help that I'm so incredibly confused about what I believe myself.
Anyway, Convention was incredibly boring and pointless. No one other than Holy Faith people and EUIP board members so much as glanced at us, much less stopped at our table or asked about our program. We spent the entire convention stealing chocolates from other booths and taking naps under our display table. I can definitely see how this was a more productive use of my time than going to work and helping my clients get jobs... Riiight. At least the hotel was nice (it had CABLE. oh, the luxury).
Alrighty, I should go find something productive to do. Paz y amor :).
New Years Resolutions:
1. Stop being a gossipy bitch
2. Stop letting a certain roommate who shall remain nameless (see above) get under my skin
3. Get back into the habit of doing my reading.
4. Get over my dislike of Altagracia as it really has absolutely nothing to do with her and everything to do with my own awkwardness.
5. Take more time to reflect and all that good stuff.
6. More water, less beer.
7. Figure out what to do with my life.
