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Sundays have become a strange day, I used to hate them and now we have a relationship I'm not sure how I feel about. Since there's no buses, I don't have a bike and it's still too chilly to really want to walk to and from downtown- one of two things happens; Either we end up stuck at home all day, only going out to maybe walk to the store and basically focusing the whole day around making a great breakfast and dinner and being lazy OR something is going on somewhere and someone has to come pick us up and we're out all day and stuck there until someone brings us home. My relationship with these situations is weird because while there's rarely a time one of our options isn't fun, I'm not the kind of person that likes being stuck anywhere, specifically in the second situation where I can't get home if I want to.

Anyways, yesterday actually turned out pretty good. Everyone here sleeps in so super late, so I woke up around 1 and Sascha was making pancakes. I showed him how good I was at making perfect ones, and then we made coffee and sat outside since it was super nice out again. We were out there for a few hours, talking about all our plans for the house and making it great (tire swings, gardening, etc). Eventually Otto came over and got Sascha and they went and got a whole bunch of furniture from someone's house that was moving out. Almost everything we've gotten for our house has been free, which rules and our living room is finally shaping up. Otto lives at Houston (Eva, Joey and Heather's house too) and since it was so great outside they were having a cook out. Sascha has asked me if I wanted to go and I kind of avoided the question- I WANT to go out and have fun and make friends, but I feel like I'm already stuck in a certain personality when around those people and even though I really like them I just get bummed out when I show up and sit around quietly. But when they got back from getting the furniture, Sascha said “Eva wants you to come to the cook out” and then I felt pretty obligated, so I reluctantly went. (He showed me the text later that actually did say just, “Bring Tesla”. Which makes me feel like at least one person is interested in giving me a million chances to get to know me. Eva's a quiet person too and I think it'll take a while but hopefully we're friends one day.) We showed up and sat in the sun in the driveway for awhile, and then Sascha, Nick and I went on a beer run. We took Otto's truck so I sat in the back/bed and was super excited about it. We came home, sat around and there was about 13 people there cooking burgers. I ate a veggie burger and observed for awhile, and eventually it got dark and we turned the makeshift bbq into a fire. I moved my seat over by Sascha, progressively got more silly and just hung out with everyone talking until around ten. If I'm just always drunk around those people, eventually I won't be quiet and awkward anymore. It was a good night, and it's definitely nice to always be out hanging out even when my actions say other words. I was just thinking about how silly it is that I already constantly have plans and if I had moved in any other place, I'd probably be lonlier than ever and sitting struggling and wondering how to meet anyone. I guess that just goes down with how easily everything here fell together and how much of a coincidence it couldn't be.

Otto brought Sascha and I home, it felt so much later than ten since we started drinking around 6 (and something tells me that might be decribing my summer in detail). We organized the furniture in the living room, Sascha showed me pictures on his computer from years ago and we smashed the stereo in the street outside because it didn't work anymore. I didn't feel drunk at that point....but looking back we must have been. However that was totally the highlight of my night, I bet it's still everywhere outside- our wall and hilly front yard were just too perfect for throwing and smashing things.