I just did something I found very strange. Today I woke up late, hung out at my sister's a bit, moved my bed/futon to my new house with the help of my parent's, and spent some time at my high school's centennial bash.
The bed thing had to be done. As much as I love sleeping on mats on the floor, I really just needed it there so I could finish figuring the layout of my room, and move things around it accordingly.
The school thing did not need to be done, but I let myself get talked into it anyway. I don't think I've been in my old high school but twice since I graduated; once for Candlelight with my friend Leah the year after we graduated, partially because to go see our junior friends from track and PLT and bell choir...and partially because I love music during the holidays, and once two years after graduation when my friend Camille was the lead in Pirates of Penzance, and I had a few other friends in the same musical. So I walked around and saw all the changes that have been made, as well as all that hasn't changed, all the old stuff on display, ate cake, and saw part of a slideshow assembly type thing remembering all the greatness that is Bingham High School. Strange. I realized upon entering the school that I had forgotten how absolutely everything looked, but after seeing it I realized it's largely the same. The whole thing surprised me in regards to how fondly it made me remember high school, but I'm still happy it's over.
In other news, I've started biking to work on a pretty regular basis. Of course, with an off week every other week, and fall and winter coming on fast, I don't think I'll be able to get all that much experience or exercise out of it. I already feel healthier, but I'm pretty sure that's all in my head. I'm surprised how much I love biking to work, even with the occasional hills, but I hate hate HAAAATE riding home. Very creepy. At least the very last portion is. I never look forward to it.
That's all I've got.
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