Lazy Day, Good Day.

Origianally written - January 9, 2007

Lazy Days. This is one of my favorite songs. It’s by a chick named Leona Naess and sort of chronicles the events and feeling of those days when you don’t have anything to do, anyone to impress, no responsibilities etc. “soak up some lazy days, no one can rain on our parade” blah blah blah. I am having a lazy day right now, and its everything I hoped it could be. It reminds me of Office Space when Peter decides that he isn’t going to go work that day. When asked about what he did he replies: “I did nothing. I did nothing all day, and it was everything I hoped it could be” hahaha, this is hilarious to me. Here is my schedule for today / the next week and a half . . .

930 – 1130 wake up
930ish/1130ish – sometime before 2:00 pm – sort of lay around, drift in and out of sleep / make or go out for breakfast, drink lots of coffee, start the crossword puzzle
2:20 pm – drop off Michi at work /
230 – 6 – I have some options here: on M/W/F – I have from 230 – 6 to work out at the uptown YWCA and then hang out at Dunn Brother’s til Michi is done with work. On T/R – this time is extended from 230 – 830. Today is a Tuesday so I am at May Day’s, another café type place, where I’ll be until around 6ish, then I’ll go start my work out. During my alone time, I try to finish the crossword puzzles (there are two in the star trib. Hooooray!!!), read, write, check email/facebook, and think about how much starting school will suck, but how awesome ultimate will be.
630/830-bedtime – during this expanse of time we’ll get dinner, sit around, go out to a bar, go out to a movie, hang at the house, play trivial pursuit, and really do whatever we want.
Bedtime – this can be from 11pm to after 2am depending on the night. Bedtime is fun b/c I get to go to sleep, and next to someone I love. This is a good thing. That’s why they say bedtime is the best time – actually I just made that up, but I am copywriting it so step off . . . I’m talking about steppin’ off (anyone get the Class Act reference? Probably only smear would get that one, maybe Christiaan but I doubt that he actually reads this. For those of you who don’t know, Class Act is a coming of age story starring Kid and Play, yes THAT Kid and Play, the one’s from House Party. Their identities get switched and they find out that they can be whoever they want to be blah blah. It’s actually a brilliant film full of some extremely quotable lines)

Today is a great day. Yesterday was a great day, and I am hopeful that tomorrow will be more of the same. I love it here, although my perception of what mpls is like may be a bit skewed. You see, the majority of time that I have spent here has been leisure time. I have done very little in this city that hasn’t revolved around two of my loves: Ultimate and my girly. My days this summer were spent very similarly to how they are now with one exception: Michi never had to work, so we would just hang out all day/everyday for the most part, barring the times when I had ultimate stuff or when she got sick of hanging out with me. We’d wake up late, go for walks, drink coffee, play games, drink beer, eat cantaloupe (for those of you who don’t know, few combinations will beat cantaloupe and Pete’s Wicked Ale . . . try it, you’ll be amazed) and go out with friends. I say with 99.5% certainty that I had more fun this summer than you did. This is not meant as a dis, but to stress to you the contentment this summer brought to me on a daily basis. Never before and probably never again (sadly) will I feel such an elongated period of freedom, fun and fancy (alliteration WHAT!). Obviously this period of time brought with it some negatives: most obvious was the lack of money I made due to my lack of employment. I actually HAD a job, but I really hated it. It was incentive based, and I had no incentive, therefore I made very little. Bummer? A little, but I wouldn’t have traded this summer for any amount of money – Truth.

As for truth and contentment . . . it's hard to argue with these when you find them, and find them I believe I have. (that sentence was a grammatical nightmare . . . but remember who’s sovereign here . . . moving on). I would consider myself a happy person. I have been called an emotional roller coaster at times, and rightfully so (I cried twice on Christmas day for example), but all in all I try to make the best of any given situation. The beauty about the time I spend in this city is that the times when I have “to try and make the best of it” are few and far between. I know that it won’t always be like this, and that hard times are always right around the corner, but the feeling I have while here in this city, is one of liberation and contentment. I am very happy today, I am very happy right now. I’ve had a wonderful break up until this moment, and I hope and pray that it will continue in this trend. This coming semester promises to be my most challenging. I am again loading up on credits, while trying to lead my ultimate team to a nationals victory all while being largely separated from the person I love the most. But I am welcoming the challenge. I am sure I won’t be at times . . . and there will be times when I have two papers due tomorrow, a vomit-inducing running workout tonight, and a span of 3 weeks when I haven’t seen the lady . . . but so it goes. Such is life and such is my reality, it certainly could be a lot worse. In fact I would say that 95% of all people polled would say that they would welcome this “challenge” over their personal challenges. I have a good life. I am very blessed and very lucky. I love this city and I am loving life right now. I have truth and I am content . . . for now. We’ll see where this goes.