There are sole-less shoes and rumpled blankets sprinkled about the living room. The sun is shining through the bland and murky palm-smudged glass planes of the back door through the gaps between the limbs and smiles of my younger brother and mother as they leave. My mom says they wouldn't have left without saying goodbye reassuringly but I'm too tired to have even taken offense to the anomaly that is the Irish Goodbye. With my mother though, I would almost be taken off guard if she had done anything otherwise, because she's the type to worry about being a bother to me by waking me even on an event-less Sunday- a trait of hers I've subconsciously adopted. I hug them both in between groggy, grateful grunts and lock the door clumsily behind them. It was good seeing you guys.
Life has been good guys. Not in the typical sense, where everything goes right and hard work always equates to success, but rather the less romanticized version of life that normal people actually live. I have no idea how many hours I've been obligated in some form to spend doing stadium seat installs to raise money for the rugby club, but because of it I've earned some pocket money, lost a lot of flab, and of course got a solid tan. Sure it was at the expense of a few dates and a grade or two, but nothing big. Speaking of which, I ended up being able to arrange a date with a girl that went pretty well despite being cut short and a painfully characteristic awkward goodbye. Since then we've hung out a second time, and she's really great, but I can't necessarily, with confidence, fully commit to pursuing this girl just yet. She's on some hiking trip in Arkansas at the moment which really sucks because with relationships momentum is great, but she verbatim said "I was dope" following a goodnight kiss so I'm really doing my best to not let my inner Scrooge (emotion wise) cut her out of my life before she ever gets a chance to be part of it. Rugby is going well from a team standpoint despite our lacking attendance at practices but I made a few too many uncharacteristic mistakes during the recent scrimmage to be "happy" with things. Can't be mad though, can only go up from here. Aside from a dinged up knee and light sprain in my wrist, I'm completely healthy and the strained hamstring is getting better... And uh, yeah. Of course I could go on and on about roommate stuff dotting the spectrum from good to bad to ugly, but such things aren't necessary. None of it has been quite entertaining enough to warrant being written about in great detail, so I'll save you the time.
Apparently today it is one of our extended crew's birthday, so of course my household will be going to that. Should be fun. Part of me is excited for potentially exotic meal and side substitutes that we will eat due to birthday girl's vegetarianism, and another part groans but free food is free food, and I could probably use a head of lettuce or two.
And who knows, if I'm lucky maybe Leggy McDancerson might be back from her trip and want to chill or whatever young people do these days.
We will see (pronounce like Rod Kimble from Hot Rod).
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