Sunday Funday. Samantha what are you thinking?

I feel tired and sore. I should have made Yonni put the Pain-A-Trait on my shoulder while he was still here. Gah what was I thinking? I have the worst actually-use-my-resources-when-Iave-them-at-the-time skills sometimes. Of course now that he's gone I'm actually starting to notice the pain in THE SHOULDER. I'm not a big fan of people rubbing IcyHot into me because they always have a weird touch and it is usually more painful than it should be, but THE SHOULDER is in the spot that I can never quite reach and have effective fingers on it. Yonni's giant man-palm would have been perfect for the task. Of course I suck at actually getting people to hit THE SHOULDER just right anyways so it probably would have been a total waste and he would have spent the rest of his night with a wintergreen smelling palm.

THE SHOULDER hurts because of my awesome ice hockey game today against Villanova. It was great; we had a better turnout than the women's basketball team, which is funny because this was our first game ever. We lost of course, but we did score a goal and we didn't loose by ten like we did at Navy. Missed that game so I don't really have anything to compare the team's playing too, but they did great. HUGE improvement since we started together in the fall. Guy being there last practice really helped us out. His drills really made a lot of the girls realize what hockey is about: skating.We might have another game and we're definitely going to be in the league so next year I'm going to have to invite some of my friends to the games. T said he invited Dr. A. so next time he has to come. Miss that guy. And Ginger Dan totally let T down, but hey she gets out of McGroddy now if she wants.

Other News of the Night: I finally finished The Dark Knight. I know, it only took me a week. I watched it with Yonni who kept saying all of the lines before they happened and I wanted to smack him, but then I just got used to it and it started being really funny by the end. ALSO Samantha supposedly got a tattoo. I'm not entirely sure that it's real just yet or if she's lying to my mom to freak her out, but all signs so far point to real. Seriously Samantha? You won't have sex, but you'll get a tattoo? Personally I'd go with the sex. If you're safe it's way less permanent and you can hold it over your mother forever. So much fun in a Catholic guilt sort of way. Plus you get to see a whole other side of Aunt Val. I toyed with the idea of getting one once either a physics joke about Newton's apple with e=mc^2 (it's the world) or my husband's name on the inside of my thing up near you know where. Kind of trashy and way too permanent. I think I'd rather spend the money on a boat someday and just have sex with my husband in the sun on it somewhere really really warm. 

Two in one night.

It's very late, but I can't sleep. I was up late last night and then slept in so my sleep pattern has gotten off again or it could be the bottle and a half of various wines that I consumed between 5pm and 9pm. Either way I am very much awake right now and I have a small throbbing pain in the middle of my head right behind my nose. I feel exhausted and my body is lethargic, but when I close my eyes sleep does not come. Not even the white noise of Murder, She Wrote can help me.

The restlessness that I'm suffering from had made me think about my bed and the pillow top mattress that I am laying on.  My parents replaced my mattress a few years ago. I was very against getting anything new as I was very attached to the ancient mattress that had been with me since The Red Brick Apartments. My mother did her best to convince me that a new bed would be a good thing for me, but the first new I could barely take it. The mattress was much to soft compared to the old stiff one that my back was used to. I tossed and turned all night. My mother had to rub my back to keep me calm and get me to fall asleep. Now I love my mattress. When I moved to Philadelphia I had to beg my parents to just bring down the one in my room so that I wouldn't have to buy a new one and readjust all over again. Of course whenever I go home to visit my parents I have to pay the price my sleeping on the refugee bed and often I end up spending the week on their couch.

When I have people in my bed I end up letting their preferences dictate where I sleep. With Marg I was always on the left. Of course it was because she only uses the right side when she's awake so the only way I could fit in with her to watch Summer Heights High in the hotel was to stretch out on the left and move closed to the foot of the bed so her husband pillow wouldn't jab me in the back. With The Physicist it always depended on whose bed we were in. If it was his then I most often slept on the right. In my bed I was on the left. I never really got that since in my own bed I most often start out in the right before ending up in the center under the netting. For some reason he always positioned himself on the right by the light letting him dictate whether the lights were on or off. In the summer this came in handy for me. During the summer when the sun comes up early I would wake up earlier than The Physicist and could read in bed while he still slept. I created a nice Nancy and Andy situation with the pillows so that I could move around and be comfortable without disturbing him and read for a few hours in sunny silence.  Yonni is the most polite person you could ever want to sit in your bed. He always seems to be aware of personal space and knows that I prefer the right. Even when he's all alone writing or reading something on my computer, he stays mostly to the left and when I sit down next to him he always makes sure that there is enough room. 

Into the academic wild.

This week has been the first week of what will have to be the rest of the next year and a half (that's right my life has become another cliche). Otherwise Lance is going to drag me out of here and I will end up a freaky hybrid of him and Alexander Supertramp, wander the world and working in the restaurant industry. Oooh maybe then someone will write the story about my tragic demise in some remote part of the world. Wouldn't that be thrilling? I think so! Previously I had been studying physics for the past billion years that I have been in Philadelphia, this fall I had a meltdown and now I am not studying physics. It was a good meltdown too. The slow smoldering kind that eats you away inside and develops trigger points until something silly sets you off. That's what happened to me. One day I was perfectly fine and the next I was sobbing my way across Lower Merion and My Hebrew Friend had wipe up the hot mess I brought into work with me.

As of now I'm learning about English and focusing on writing. Contrary to my parents' and most other people's belief I did not choose this because of a boy. Boys schmoys. I only really chose English because it is something I can do and will be able to graduate sooner than later. After seeing the pilot for Portlandia, the sooner I can get out to Portland, Oregon the better. At least for me, maybe not my mother. Other than Portland I have no real life plans anymore. I went from having the very last detail planned out for the next ten years to not knowing where I will be next week and what I will be doing apart from school and work. A friend once told me I had my whole life to experience sex and not to rush it. Since it is too late for the sex part (forgive me mom and mom's friends) I am going to apply it to life. I have my whole life to figure out what I want to do and where I want to go. Lance didn't even get a suit wearing job until he was thirty-six, so I see no real reason to settle down with anything or anyone, anytime soon. Go me!

On a lighter, more aesthetic note, My Hebrew Friend got a haircut and he looks smashing, especially with the beard. Much shorter than I have ever seen him, his hair is very pretty and fun to rub your hand over it. Of course I have always been partial to guys with shorter hair and beards, so I applaud you My Hebrew Friend and think you should embrace your pretty hair.

Currently I am watching Marie Antoinette. The scene where the lot of them are creating a ruckus in the field to see the sunrise is going to be me someday but instead of French royalty, I'll have Marg and maybe My Hebrew Friend is I can drag him away from The Jersey Shore for long enough.

Another familiar hot mess. 

A little physics goes a long way.

 

Right now I am in the middle of a physics exam while you are reading this delightful cartoon.