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Monday, April 11, 2005

This weekend was real

My weekend was more on the good side than on the bad side. But it was just all over the place. Friday afternoon I left the law school and headed down toward my neighborhood. Really the afternoon involved drinking at jigsaw (lemonade with raspberry vodka ranks as one of my new favorites). I was home by ten and after nights of terrible sleep feel into the most wonderful slumber. I got ten hours. Woke up and went rollerblading along the east river.

My advice on rollerblading along the East River- Don't do it. There are portions where the path is so narrow you barely get to move your feet side to side. If you can plug your nostrils it is great. The river was lovely, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. However, between the river's stank and car exhaust I don't think I will be doing it ever again.

An hour later I was back home. I ate lunch and then proceeded to take a three hour lounge. Part of it was spent sleeping but I don't know how much. I got up and did some work then went out for Filipino food. The company was pleasant and the food was delicious and then my ass was back at Jigsaw to find out that Ben Jones forgot to promote for the event. Which was cool cause a small group of us got to hang out and go to a Cajun place near my house that i never knew about for some wonderul dessert. Or it was suppose to be dessert then everyone besides me decided to order food. Which meant I got to eat some of Omar's nachos which shouldn't be called Nachos, they were a freaking meal with friend catfish and andouille sausage. We had a good time and spent a lot of the night laughing, laughing very very hard.

One of my Wellesley big sisters surprised me with a visit which prevented me from going to this party up near the law school. We had a good little chat into the early morning. It was weird that I was the one giving advice but sometimes our roles need to reverse.

Sunday was just a dissapointment across the board. My aunt surprised me with a visit, to get stuff out of my apartment. She was in a foul mood, yells to much and curses to much. She didn't used to be like that. I actually scolded her in a way. Told her that since she moved to Westchester she has changed for the worse. I am not used to being around that much negative energy and it was rather draining for me. It made me realize what positive forces all of my friends are even when we are in a bad mood.

Then I got shitty news in the most absurd way. My friend Eddie, who I mentioned before when I found out he was dying, well his mail comes to my house. As my aunt was going through her and Eddie's mail she said something like, "Ay pobrecito" and then proceeded to write DECEASED on all of his mail. Apparently he passed away while I was on spring break and she thought my father told me and my father thought she told me so NOBODY told me.

That is when I decided my plans to get a ton of work done at school just flew out the window. I laid around my apartment for a while and then headed to Jigsaw to use the internet. Before I got to jigsaw, right outside of my building were the cutest 7 week old puppies that I have seen in a long while. I know the owner so played with puppies for about a half hour. A big perk to my day. I continued to jigsaw, curled up on the couch and did some research.

I had a drink on an empty stomache which made me very sick. Then I found out that a fucked up situation with someone I dearly loved did not play out how it should. He was one of the calls in the middle of the night last week, his voicemail left to me was awful and I left him a voicemail in reply saying how hurt/dissapointed I was and basically saying I wanted an apology. I found out his response was to delete my number from his cellphone. It hurts, more than I thought.

This morning I woke up not so sick but my heart kinda hurts. I feel like I lost two loved ones this weekend. It was such a rollercoaster. I had such a simple good time with folks I have grown to care for and at the same time....

Love your friends, treat them right...That's all I can say

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