I had a nice weekend, I did. Melanie and I did not go swimming on Friday. I didn't think we would. It's not unusual at all for Melanie and I to make grand plans and not follow through with them, as evidenced by the Artichoke Festival trip. But we decided that it would be better to swim on Saturday afternoon after the movie. That didn't happen either. We had a perfectly ligitimate reason, we were just fucking exhausted. As I've said before, I am completely useless if I lose sleep. It's all because we stayed up late hanging out on Friday night. Melanie's guy friends came over (well, they're sorta my friends, too, through her, 'specially Mike 'cause we've both known him since highschool) and we did nothing but get high, eat and play video games. Well, Melanie and two of the guys played video games. I read this fascinating book that Mike had brought over called "Mapping the Mind". Mike just tooled on his laptop like he usually does. The book is about the human brain, complete with it's make up and part functions It's a trailblazer book in that it is one of the first of its kind to compile such information. There are tons of summations of studies from different scientists, pictures of brain scans showing brain activity in light, explanations for why we do the things we do and most interestingly, pyscological studies of people with brain damage, murderers, alcoholics and the brain characteristics found common in each of them. I couldn't stop reading! So much so that I lost track of time and didn't realize it was past MIDNIGHT and I had to get home to Ronnie poop 'cause he was leaving early the next morning! I felt so bad, and needless to say he was a little upset, too. He was like...I'm leaving, what the hell? But then I started dwelling on it and repeating myself, then become quiet and upset. He's like..."Calm down. Do I look mad? Why would I be mad at you? It's over...don't worry about it. Just try to be a little more considerate next time." Yes, of course he was right. I had started feel irritable...a combination of being mad at myself for staying out and losing track of time, Ron having to leave the next day and being high. I was moody and burnt out. I used to do that with my ex and he never understood that. But back then I had wanted to stay at Melanie's getting high and really dreaded going home to the warden...especially feeling the way I did. I never knew how to act. I kind of got this feeling again when I was late Friday night. This is more of what made me mad at myself and mad at the situation. Another stupid waste of energy. Fucking stoner ass. I'm going to need to grow out of this smoking thing eventually, I know. I hate it when I do that kind of stuff though... Okay, don't dwell....
So that was Friday night. I didn't get to bed until 2:30 and had to be up at 7:30 to get ready to go to "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." The showing was so early because it was at the huge theatre complex, 32 theatres altogether, and before it opened for business. So I got up with Ron and kissed him goodbye. As I watched his truck go down the driveway, my lip started to quiver. I went in the house and had a little separation anxiety episode. I cried for a few minutes until the phone rang, and it was a groggy Melanie telling me that she and Rich were on their way. So quick to the bathroom to wash my face. I didn't want Melanie to see me crying over a boyfriend leaving again. She had to deal with my crazy separation depression during the terrible summers my ex was gone for weeks at a time. So lame. Anyway, the movie started at 9:15, but we had to be there by 8:30. We made it there by 8:45, Starbucks in hand. The line was quite long, it looked like every single fucking Warner Brothers employee and their kids went. It was to be expected though, it was a good family movie after all. I enjoyed it thoroughly! Johnny Depp was fantastic, as usual. It had the Tim Burton style, with the swirly designs, snow and dark humor. I liked it a lot better than the original, although the original was very good for it's time. I loved Gene Wilder and his quirkiness and the overall story. The new one was naturally full of computer animation and sometimes was a bit much, but it wasn't tooooo overdone. I enjoyed it and best of all, it was free! Thanks, Mel!
After the movie the three of us went out to lunch. I had an overpriced Greek salad with very few olives in it, teeny little tomato cuts and about an american cheese slices worth of goat cheese. It was good though, it's all I needed because I ate so much damn Chinese food on Friday night. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....crab rangooooooooooooons.... After that, Rich split and the two of us went back to Melanies to smokie-smokie and nappie-wappie. I slept for three hours! When I finally woke up I was starving and wolfed some leftover Chinese. Then it was off to the bookstore, Melanie needed to get her friend at work a gift and I really wanted that Brain book. I haven't read anything intersting in ages. I feel like my brain is melting, it needs some stimulation for a good book. I also got "My Parrot, my friend" a very informative book on the proper husbandry of parrots. A parrot "parenting" book, if you will. The best thing about it is that it has methods of working with your parrot to undo damage that has been done by stress and anxiety. It's even got case studies, many of which have to do with compulsive feather picking birds. WOO WOO!!! Right up our alley, eh Pickies??! I'm gonna read that fucker from cover to cover and start applying things slowly. I hope it helps us. After the bookstore Melanie dropped me home, I did a little cage and house cleaning and then settled into bed to read and listen to music. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh.... And I laid there smelling Rons pillow forever. I miss him so much!! GAWD! I'm so pathetic, I always get like this!!! It's like I have that damn lump in my stomach that's usually there when I'm depressed. Hell, that would mean I'm depressed. I'm doing okay though...yesterday I laid around some and then I got up and took Pickles and Stanley for a walk. I let Stan roam around the yard and had Pickles on my shoulder while I read on the patio for a while. Then I went looking for Stan and he was over in the neighbors (apt. building) yard so I just followed him around some. Not every exciting, walking a cat. He even laid down and relaxed...sprawled out on the cement. But his favorite thing to do was roll in the dirt. It was so cute! We got over to the dirt patch and he looked up at me like, can I? I said, "sure, go ahead, I know you're DYING to..." With that, he flopped down and did the cute kitty roll. Turned himself a nice, light brown. I brushed most of it off before we went in, but he's still a faint brown. The greatest thing is that I hopped the wall after a while and opened my front screen door. Then I put Pickles in the outside cage and sat to read for a while. A few minutes later, Stanley came back around and walked right into the house. It's the best to just let them do what comes natural and not have to give chase to get 'em back in the house. He's pretty good about coming when I call him, too. But I don't let him roam freely because my neighborhood just isn't condusive to that. Too much traffic and kids and shit. So I think letting him roam once a week or so with me keeping an eye on him is better than nothing. Helps with his cabin fever.
MAN I gotta pee. I have to finish up here and go. Gotta get home and exercise since I was too hot and lazy to do it all weekend. It's time to whiz!
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