I'm not exactly sure why, but I've been really teary lately. I guess in part it's just that everything is kinda in flux, people are leaving for the summer, flat stuff is as usual up in the air, and I just feel like I'm in for a lonely few months. Which is ridiculous, because my parents don't even live in London and I survived just fine before November when I knew the Nano folks. But whatever. There are also a few other things that I don't care to go into with anyone, but that are not good for my peace of mind.
Oh, and one more drama that is semi-public. One of my best guy friends from university is getting married on Saturday, and I'm not invited. Actually, I am not, my roommate from college (who was his best friend since middle school and dated him at uni) is not, and her sister isn't either. Crazily enough, her parents are. So we've been back and forth on this for the past six months - knowing about the wedding from various sources, waiting to be told it was happening, waiting for an invite, etc. We had come to the conclusion that it had to do with their past relationship, which is INSANE, because it ended mutually and they have remained good friends. Our other two good guy friends are groomsmen, and the bachelor party was this week, so one of them was charged with finding out what the frak was going on. His report (emailed to be by my ex-roomie): "According to [groom], he and [bride] decided not to invite any exes to the wedding. Thus, I was blacklisted. I would like to point out that I have known [groom] for 15 years, and only dated him for 2ish. Further, he said that he thought it would be "too harsh" to invite you or [sister] and not me, thus you two were out by proxy. Not sure how he invited my parents w/o considering THAT harsh." Seriously, WTF? Fine if they made that decision (even though I think it's stupid, considering), but the least he could have done is have the balls to call her and let her know. And especially he could have called ME and said "hey Jenn, I know we've been friends for 9 years but I'm not inviting you to my wedding and this is why" so I wasn't expecting anything. The communication broke down between the two of us right around the time they started dating a year ago, but that doesn't mean I expected not to be invited to the wedding! I was making plans - I was considering taking time off and flying to Texas. And now, as far as he knows, I might not be aware it's even happening - although, let's face it, in the era of the internet that's impossible. Basically I think it's cowardly, and he's pretty much just thrown three friendships away. BAH HUMBUG!
Okay, so let's talk about TV now so I stop getting mad about real life! Also on the crying front, I've been watching Everwood S4, and man can that show make me cry. I cry when happy stuff happens, I cry when sad stuff happens, it's ridiculous. And I'm watching it on my ipod on the tube, so it's also kinda embarrassing. I'm alsmost done now too, and that kinda sucks. I have just the final double episode, and then I'll be completely done with Everwood. ( Everwood S4 spoilers under here - mostly shippyness )
I'm also trying really hard to be awake right now, because the three of us flatmates stayed up to about 4AM, sitting in the living room talking about stuff. No reason in particular, just once we got started we didn't go to bed. Oh how getting up sucked this morning.
Speaking of flatmates, tonight we're having a house party to say goodbye to Rachel and Jessie, so we'll see how it goes. It's hard to throw a house party in London; people like to come out and meet somewhere, but getting them to come round your place is more difficult. We have some failed (well not *failed* but not as well attended as we would like) shindigs to prove it. So we'll see who comes. But I'm sure it will be fun no matter what, because the people who we right now know for sure will be there are awesome.
And now I'm off to get back to work, which, strangely enough, today is going to involve painting. We've got this renovation that has been happening for about a month now and is almost finished. For whatever reason he's decided that we're just going to paint it ourselves. He's already done a bunch, now he's off to his house to grab coveralls so that I can paint too. Which is okay, because painting is fun, but obviously has nothing to do with taxes. But surely it will be easier to stay awake while painting then it is while sitting at a computer?