inhale. exhale. and listen.
Tonight my housemate is at an auction/gala at the art museum, so I’m hanging out at home flipping through my new radiology textbooks and doing laundry. Tomorrow night there’s going to be a house party, so there just may be some shenanigans.
What does everyone have planned for the weekend?
My little town in the mountains was a let down.
This weekend, however, exceeded expectations.
I expected small-town living… but not to this extreme. I love my open spaces, but this wasn’t the kind of space I was looking for. It felt a like the buildings had been ignored for the past 10 years, leaving porches sagging, paint chipping, and the elderly man on the porch left to mumble to himself endlessly.
The program itself was just fine, but that in itself was also a problem. It’s just like the program at the other hospital I visited, almost exactly the same, but there was no real pride in what was happening there. The students said nonchalantly that “it was an alright program” here, and the director didn’t love what she did. The certified techs tried to intimidate the students and a tip I got from the kids I talked to said I’ll be fine if I stay out of their way. It just didn’t seem like a good environment to be learning in.
So after hanging around the epitome of pure mediocrity all morning, my parents and I got lunch at a beautiful roast beef place that used to be a Carnagie library and then decided that we didn’t want to stay in Bradford another night and headed up north for a spontaneous visit to Rochester.
There have only been a handful of instances in my life where I’m so blissfully happy that I can’t stop smiling. Texting A. on the way up to Rochester yesterday was one of those moments.
There wasn’t enough time to throw together a homemade Valentine’s Day dinner, but I was perfectly happy hanging out in the dorms all afternoon talking and playing video games. We got dinner with some of the boys downstairs, and I got an obnoxiously tall ice cream cone made by D. for dessert. Everyone else went out last night, while the two of us had rum and cokes, played COD, and watched arrested development. It was so wonderful feeling so at home and enjoying each other’s presence, and I realized how much I missed that interaction.
Jersey was awesome <3 We never made that blanket fort, but both nights when we finally came in we were all too exhausted to build one. Rain check on that. Friday we didn’t get there until late but we chilled out around a bonfire with Johnny and his two friends drinking beers and Smirnoff ices.
Saturday Mamma V made us omlettes for breakfast (: we spent the afternoon watching You Again, and I remembered how much I looove Kristen Bell. After that we went out to dinner at Olive Garden walked around the mall, which everything was already closed, and watched the Hangover 2.
The plot was pretty much exactly the same, but it was still a really funny movie, I approve, and I’m even willing to suggest you go see it.
This weekend was so chill, (bro.) and I definitely needed that break from the nonsense I’m doing here.