Student Mourns Lost Weekend

It was a decent weekend. Ignored schoolwork for the most part, which is as it should be. We went to the Comic Con on Saturday and I left with my arms full of minicomic love. I saw THE Batmobile from the original Batman, which was most excellent, as I've seen and loved every episode of that show. We spent the rest of the afternoon at a coffeeshop reading, then dinner at Daniele & Maureen's. Daniele is Italian, an excellent cook, and Shad's twin in so many ways (e.g. He too is a designer with an apparent phobia of hanging things on walls. Maureen and I commiserate...). We talked all night and had a great time. On our way to D&M's we stopped at World Market to grab some wine and I meandered into the store. They have some really fantastic jewelry. I picked up some outlandish earrings that were half as big as my head. Shad just smiled, shook his head, and said "I know what kind of old lady you're going to be." I squinted my eyes at him and in defiance I bought the earrings and put them on immediately. I looked at myself in the mirror hours later. I looked ridiculous. Whatever. I don't care if I grow up to be a crazy old lady who talks to squirrels. At least I won't be lonely. Especially if they talk back. Today I slept in, went for a walk, did a bunch of homework at the coffeeshop, hung out in the Sky Lounge with a friend, made lasagne for dinner, did laundry... Crikey, could this be any more mundane? (Did I mention I cleaned the oven?) Okay, I'll think of something else to talk about.

Ahem. I just finished a good book--Veronica, by Mary Gaitskill (if you've seen the movie, Secretary, it was based on one of her stories). It was a deep dark and lonely story, and the writing was simple but rich, and it gets richer the more I think about it. I also read Persepolis this weekend, which is one of my favorite things, a nonfiction graphic novel. The author, Marjane Satrapi, will be speaking in Minneapolis at the end of the month, and I want to read all her books before we go see her.

The respiratory infection seems to have passed, and I'm feeling a bit better. Sorry for all the emails I didn't respond to the last week or so. I have been both underwater and grumpy. Speaking of grumpy, I hate Sunday nights. The weekend is never long enough... Boo hoo.