happy

This weekend, for the first time in about four months, I've been really happy.

I had a boring yet satisfying Friday night watching TV on the couch, and then had a nice chat with friend Haley who just had her second baby boy. We decided I should join a gospel choir. The image of me, skinny little Jewish white girl, standing between large and glorious Black gospel women is what convinced us. I spent Saturday eating the contents of my refrigerator and then venturing out to In-N-Out for fries. Then later I had salad and PinkBerry with brother Benja and his friend. We had a nice, quiet walk through the 90048. At night I went to a party at some friends' apartment, and though I didn't exactly have a lot of fun, I did talk to a bunch of people including a funny fellow I would like to become better friends with. I felt fairly attractive and lively, like anything could happen, like THIS is me and THIS is my life and I will have fun if I want to. On Sunday I moaned and groaned about my thesis, and ended up not writing much, but even through all the suck, I could see that I rather liked my life. On Sunday night I had plans to see Breach with Ariel and KareBob (I am trying to induct her into the Jew Crew), but it was sold out, so instead we all hung out at Ronen's house. Which was extremely gratifying. We sat around, watched Glory, ate dinner at Toast, watched Surreal Life Fame Games, and talked. I remember one instance of me lying on the carpet giggling and refusing to be made fun of for some such thing, and another instance of us viewing porn and debating whether or not WWF Chynna has a penis. It was the best night I've had in a looooong time.