"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime."
Last night I saw The Phantom of the Opera. It was AMAZING. It was even better than I expected.
I’d wanted to see it since I was six years old, and I finally got to last night. I went with with FDK. We matched. It was hilarious. Maybe it was cliche to wear black and white to see Phantom, but I liked it, and I can wear the outfit again. We had great seats, too.
The whole thing just gave me chills, and seeing The Phantom appear for the first time was magical. And I cried at the end. And I get teary-eyed just thinking about the experience and how much I loved it.
It was worth the wait, and I am now obsessively listening to the music because it’s gorgeous.
I just found out that my friend’s dad died last week. She didn’t even call. Or e-mail. OR anything. All I did was look at her Facebook page and see everyone’s condolences. Then I looked at the status she posted last week about reading her hometown newspaper and searched for her dad. Then I found the obituary. I knew he had been sick, and I knew it was bad, but I had no idea about anything else.
I am watching Zoe for two months while Theresa is in Germany. Right now, Theresa is in Boston with Rob, her boyfriend. I am at her apartment, and I am sick.
FDK and Nate are probably watching “American Idol” because it’s Wednesday. Tomorrow, FDK and I have a tentative meeting in the late afternoon.
Nick is in Cincinnati for two more weeks before he starts Teach For America training.
Tomorrow I work. I hope I feel well enough in the morning. I hear there’s going to be gossip.
Friday my dad is coming down to deliver more Fulbright paperwork. It’s the last of the forms I have to sign before I leave. I need to buy my plane ticket. I can’t believe I’m actually going.
Went to the doctor today. Didn’t have strep throat. Or so the test said. I’m not sure I believe the test because my throat is starting to hurt again. I have antibiotics, but I’m not sure I want to take them because the test was negative, but there is such a thing as a false negative. My mom works in the lab at a hospital. I would know. I’ve grown up with her knowledge of bacteria and viruses and her paranoia about tattoos and body piercings. I have both.
I am going to take Zoe out for another walk in a few minutes in hopes that it will wear her out a little bit. I need a rest. Love this pup. She’s adorable.
“If I were not an atheist, I would believe in a God who would choose to save people on the basis of the totality of their lives and not the pattern of their words. I think he would prefer an honest and righteous atheist to a TV preacher whose every word is God, God, God, and whose every deed is foul, foul, foul.”—Isaac Asimov (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)
I never knew it was possible to feel so much love. Another amazing weekend with some of the most amazing people I know.
I never imagined that sitting in a smoky bar sharing pitchers; playing Street Fighter for hours; dead cats; white board drawings; sharpening colored pencils; and dressing in ridiculous outfits would make me so incredibly happy.
It’s times like this that I feel like leaving will be impossible. I have four months until I leave, and I’m going to make the very best of it.