But with me and you it just started quietly and grew And believe it or not Now there's something groovy and good 'bout whatever we got

opera is over - a bittersweet sentiment. as much as i liked my time being consumed by three hour rehearsals every weekend, i'm going to miss hearing the beautiful strains of music constantly floating through my head.

or libretto- Chi e la? Amici! (i think "chi e la" is in every italian libretto...ever)

the parental visit started out fine then crashed and burned. the farmer's market was fine but kroger afterwards turned into a disaster. i asked to be able to spend a bit more with them there and they said yes, the thirty dollars over later the gig is up and they'll be taking it out of the next two weeks of grocery money. lunch was fine though a usual level of awkward with, retrospectively, my father not really talking to/looking at me. maybe i shouldn't have looked so gay? dinner with the friends went well. my parents were shockingly charming. i was afraid it was going to be a bond over cincinnati talk with the cincinnati native i share my heart with, but upon leah's arrival it became "let's talk about food texture" and lastest most of dinner. after the opera they forgot to pick us up and left. in the morning they took me to breakfast almost exclusively to chide me for having "overnight guests".

"we told you not to have overnight guests. you don't have to do a lot to have us pay for college. you said you wouldn't and you did..."blah blah blah. as they were so excited to have robert (gay ex-boyfriend) come stay with me, i'm feeling this policy exclusively refers to women that i am seeing. should i just move in somewhere else then? i kind of already did... :)

cat sitting and housing watching for the fore mentioned saldy person until she returns from the impromptu inter-state flight of the week. tonight will be the first time i've slept by myself in about a month. wow. it was weird to have my blissful life be interrupted so violently by this weekend. i was filled with familiar feelings of resentment, anger and helplessness. the best part of it was free food and a shoulder to cry on. i guess it was good for perspective's sake because now i can more fully appreciate how "groovy and good" what we have is. there are occasionally words on my tongue that i'm not ready for. knee-jerk reaction or authenticity?

exam i'm not ready for at one. hereeeeeeeee we go.