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some_stars) wrote2012-01-14 08:28 pm
some_stars) wrote2012-01-14 08:28 pm
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Today was remarkably good, aside from the fact that my parents and I are still hovering in an uneasy and temporary detente where they disapprove of my life but are giving me a chance to go to my next therapist appointment before demanding I change it. Things are in development there but not to the degree that I can talk about them yet, especially since I have no idea what will happen; it's all dependent on my parents' decision since it is, after all, their money paying for any of the options under consideration. This is an extremely anxious state to exist in but I did a good job of ignoring it today, for the most part. There were a couple bad hours mid-afternoon but I think I recovered okay.
0. The weather was MAGICAL.
1. I went back to temple this morning, after missing services for a month. I learned that the Nice Jewish Boy had actually been converting, and over Christmas decided to go back to Jesus. I find this more bemusing than anything--I had sort of gathered that he was a convert, but I couldn't quite process it because he looked so incredibly Jewish--like I realize this is kind of a questionable train of thought but seriously, if I'd been asked to describe for a sketch artist the kind of boy who went to day school and was in my older sister's B'nai B'rith group and was the president of his campus Hillel chapter in college, I would have come up with exactly his face. (He looked eerily like Hank from XMFC, except more Jewish.) Also his name was Benjamin--but apparently it was all coincidence. My only real, if extremely minor, distress at his leaving is that he drew the average age down considerably--it was him at 19, me at 27, some families with parents in their thirties and forties, and then about 3/4 of the congregation over sixty. This isn't objectionable per se, and it's what I expected when I started going, non-Orthodox observance rates being what they are these days. But it was kind of nice to sit next to someone and have life experiences in common to talk about. OH WELL, I made a new friend today or at least someone on whom to practice my increasingly-non-robotic socializing.
1a. I was really pretty good at the small talk with strangers thing today. Also I was wearing a nice outfit that I made out of very limited components.
2. They had fresh whole mackerel at the supermarket! They NEVER have mackerel. And then I commented on this to the fish guy and he told me what days they usually get it in and to call in the mornings and check. I had him clean it but forgot to ask for it filleted, and when I got it home and realized this, instead of giving up and throwing it out, I hauled out the What To Do With Fish book (not its actual title), turned to the page with the frankly inadequate instructions on filleting, grabbed a knife, and did my best. I completely mutilated the poor thing, of course, but I did have two perfectly usable fillets at the end of the process, if somewhat smaller than they should have been. Then I broiled them with smoked paprika and lemon slices, and they were delicious.
3. I got started on a new vid--this was in lieu of working on my resume, so not exactly a triumph, but the thing is: I was sitting there, acutely aware of my parents being acutely aware of whatever I did, like for instance if I were to start playing TV episodes so I could take notes on them--these were the abovementioned bad hours--and I realized that realistically, at that moment, my options were either "work on the vid" or "sit here poking at the internet, getting more and more resentful, wishing I could work on the vid." And my parents have already decided what kind of person I am. So I worked on the vid. It's going to be pretty fucking amazing. (I do need to work on that resume tonight, in preparation for one of my half-sister's friends contacting me about some editing work--this is going to happen "sometime after the 15th"--but it'll be easier, I think, when I'm not under surveillance.) (It's not like they peek in on me constantly with the intent of assessing and judging--but they're always there, perceiving me, approving or disapproving.)
4. I did 12 songs in DDR and got three AA scores and a couple regular A's. I am getting SO GOOD at light mode, you guys. I don't know if I can handle standard mode with a soft mat on carpet (albeit a very firm carpet, but still)--I tried a couple last night just to see what they were like, and the mat kept sliding around under me--but there's nowhere else to set it up, and anyway it will be quite some time before I can get AAA on every song in light mode. Also I just, you know, exercised really hard for like thirty minutes. Which is pretty awesome.
5. My dinner plans were derailed by insufficient supplies, which was caused by the kind of communication issue I still haven't readjusted to. I got so used to knowing exactly what was in the kitchen at all times, because only I bought it and only I used it. However, I've decided to take this as an opportunity to have raspberries and olives and dried fruit with nuts and a little red cheese wheel for dinner. And vodka. And not be bitter when it won't help anything. That is my theme for the day.
0. The weather was MAGICAL.
1. I went back to temple this morning, after missing services for a month. I learned that the Nice Jewish Boy had actually been converting, and over Christmas decided to go back to Jesus. I find this more bemusing than anything--I had sort of gathered that he was a convert, but I couldn't quite process it because he looked so incredibly Jewish--like I realize this is kind of a questionable train of thought but seriously, if I'd been asked to describe for a sketch artist the kind of boy who went to day school and was in my older sister's B'nai B'rith group and was the president of his campus Hillel chapter in college, I would have come up with exactly his face. (He looked eerily like Hank from XMFC, except more Jewish.) Also his name was Benjamin--but apparently it was all coincidence. My only real, if extremely minor, distress at his leaving is that he drew the average age down considerably--it was him at 19, me at 27, some families with parents in their thirties and forties, and then about 3/4 of the congregation over sixty. This isn't objectionable per se, and it's what I expected when I started going, non-Orthodox observance rates being what they are these days. But it was kind of nice to sit next to someone and have life experiences in common to talk about. OH WELL, I made a new friend today or at least someone on whom to practice my increasingly-non-robotic socializing.
1a. I was really pretty good at the small talk with strangers thing today. Also I was wearing a nice outfit that I made out of very limited components.
2. They had fresh whole mackerel at the supermarket! They NEVER have mackerel. And then I commented on this to the fish guy and he told me what days they usually get it in and to call in the mornings and check. I had him clean it but forgot to ask for it filleted, and when I got it home and realized this, instead of giving up and throwing it out, I hauled out the What To Do With Fish book (not its actual title), turned to the page with the frankly inadequate instructions on filleting, grabbed a knife, and did my best. I completely mutilated the poor thing, of course, but I did have two perfectly usable fillets at the end of the process, if somewhat smaller than they should have been. Then I broiled them with smoked paprika and lemon slices, and they were delicious.
3. I got started on a new vid--this was in lieu of working on my resume, so not exactly a triumph, but the thing is: I was sitting there, acutely aware of my parents being acutely aware of whatever I did, like for instance if I were to start playing TV episodes so I could take notes on them--these were the abovementioned bad hours--and I realized that realistically, at that moment, my options were either "work on the vid" or "sit here poking at the internet, getting more and more resentful, wishing I could work on the vid." And my parents have already decided what kind of person I am. So I worked on the vid. It's going to be pretty fucking amazing. (I do need to work on that resume tonight, in preparation for one of my half-sister's friends contacting me about some editing work--this is going to happen "sometime after the 15th"--but it'll be easier, I think, when I'm not under surveillance.) (It's not like they peek in on me constantly with the intent of assessing and judging--but they're always there, perceiving me, approving or disapproving.)
4. I did 12 songs in DDR and got three AA scores and a couple regular A's. I am getting SO GOOD at light mode, you guys. I don't know if I can handle standard mode with a soft mat on carpet (albeit a very firm carpet, but still)--I tried a couple last night just to see what they were like, and the mat kept sliding around under me--but there's nowhere else to set it up, and anyway it will be quite some time before I can get AAA on every song in light mode. Also I just, you know, exercised really hard for like thirty minutes. Which is pretty awesome.
5. My dinner plans were derailed by insufficient supplies, which was caused by the kind of communication issue I still haven't readjusted to. I got so used to knowing exactly what was in the kitchen at all times, because only I bought it and only I used it. However, I've decided to take this as an opportunity to have raspberries and olives and dried fruit with nuts and a little red cheese wheel for dinner. And vodka. And not be bitter when it won't help anything. That is my theme for the day.
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