So tonight is saturday night... the first saturday night in recent memory that I have not had extreme amounts of homework to complete, meaning tonight... we DANCE!!!
First Ave. TML, dark lighting, sweaty bodies, awkward arm flailing: the best a man can get short of a lap dance from John Goodman (which I really hope happens someday). I have been wanting to get out and dance for so long! There are three days left of the spring semester, three more finals one of which is a Analytical Poetry Research Paper due wednesday that I have 1.5 paragraphs thus far.
My grandma is in town this weekend for Mother's Day, and it makes me REALLY happy to see her. I hand't seen her since Easter, and it worries me that she is in her house all by herself. Granted, she does have neighbors that are also widows and they check up on each other. It would make me feel better if she just moved down to the cities. I can't see her doing that though, having lived in the country all her life. And I would rather have her spend what is left of her life living independently and in a location she loves, than anything/anywhere else.
I turned in that paper that was due monday or tuesday (I can't even remember anymore, sad) with only a page and a half done explaining that with everything that was going on I had hit a road block. I am fine with what I did get done and I am ready to accept whatever grade comes through in the end. Hopefully it is something better than a FAILING grade.
ALSO! I got home from work yesterday and at home I saw a little makeshift book/binder with my Grandpa Max's ancestry, and get this... the shit goes back 17 GENERATIONS. The last date of birth they have for someone in it is 1360. I am apparently a little bit French too. It is SO cool learning about your old distant existence.
Job is tolerable. Family is good. Life is moving forward.
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