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[Nov. 27th, 2007|11:10 pm] |
So... we officially have our wedding venue! YAY!
It was surprisingly easy to decide, and both of us are thrilled with the location. Includes catering, cake, champagne toast, engraved champagne glasses, an hour of alcohol (we'll extend past the hour), no minimum number of guests (a problem at other sites - getting charged for 100 even if we only have 75), children's prices/buffet, centerpieces, some candles and floral arrangements.... really, a pretty nice package!
If any are interested... www.theglovermansion.com
I'm now having dress dilemmas... I tried on 3 and found 1 I really liked at David's Bridal... after swearing I wouldn't try on dresses more than a year in advance, and after really swearing I wouldn't buy the first one I tried on, or on my first day of shopping. I didn't buy it... but it was the first dress.
http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=2640&prodgroup=10
It's beautiful, and it looked all wonderful and hourglassy... I don't know what to do... I want it, and hope it doesn't stop being carried... but I tried it on alone, so no advice from family or friends... and my sister really wants to look with me when I'm visiting her, and I trust her opinion and to challenge me to try new things... the employee's didn't think the dress would be taken out of their line, as it's been selling well, but there's no way to know for sure.... ARGH!!!! |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|01:52 pm] |
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So there are about a million things I could write about... - Became good friends with a guy at work this summer. My house is now a mini-gallery of his (he's a phenomenal artist).
- Loved working with the kids in Torrington.
- They sent my last check to the wrong address.
- Still haven't gotten my deposit.
- Loved all the weddings I went to this summer.
- I miss my friends who left.
- I visited one of them (ERIC) this weekend with Ken (we spent about 2 weeks together) But the only thing I really want to say... I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We got the ring a little over a week ago. Ken picked it up at the jewelry store in Spokane today. Our next visit will be on or about October 6 (he and his parents are driving from Spokane to CO Springs to see his sister)... and at that time he'll be doing the down on one knee proposal thing. The thing is though... we do already consider ourselves engaged. We picked out the ring together, and he's asked. The ring would be on me if it hadn't needed some small adjustments. And we've started with some of the preliminary wedding planning. So yeah, we've agreed we're fiances... and he can't wait to slip the ring on in just over a month. So how do you tell your parents that you're engaged to a man they've never met? Or do you just wait to tell them until you see them in person.... I don't know... |
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| Little Quiz, Little Quiz |
[Apr. 30th, 2007|07:47 pm] |
I agree with some parts, but not others. Interesting though.
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| Watch my August plans fly... |
[Apr. 7th, 2007|07:19 pm] |
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... right out the window.
I just got an email about my assistantship for the fall. And I'm absolutely thrilled about my assistantship. Don't get me wrong. But I was told my start date.
August 6. Easily 3 weeks before the start of the semester.
I had been planning to go to Washington for the month of August. On top of having a wedding to attend, Ken and I were hoping to spend the month together. And most GAs don't start until the start of the semester, as the assistantships do not provide funding for the month of August. There was no reason not to go, spend nearly a month with my honey, have fun, visit Seattle, see the state.... we had things we were going to do. And now, it doesn't look like I'll be making it.
I sent my boss back an email asking him about the job start date - I don't want to work if I'm not being compensated. Hell, I don't want to be here even if I am being compensated. The month of August was the only time I was going to have off all summer. I told him that, and I told him that I had a wedding I would need at least a week off for anyway. I hope I can get more than a week off for it. Ken and I could really use more than a week together in the next six months.
Yeah. That was the other part. We likely aren't going to be able to see eachother between now and August. Five months apart. And now it looks like it will be even more than that... maybe not another visit until Thanksgiving. I'm seriously bummed right about now.
Maybe Ken can come here the first week in August, then I can fly out there for the week of Tina's wedding. That would be 2 weeks... but it would cost a lot more than it would have for me to just go out for 3-4 weeks. And I don't think that's very likely.
I'm very bummed now. I don't want to have to wait another 7 months to see Ken. And it's pretty likely that will be the case. |
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| Chinchilla |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|05:38 pm] |
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I just might have the most spoiled chinchilla in the world...
I just bought him a new wheel... and with shipping, it cost me $88. I'm nuts over that boy. And I figure that when he breaks a "normal" wheel after just a couple months, he might need the more costly wheel. Lets hope this one lasts him a while. I'm not spending that every few months on him. |
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| Exercise and... Flowers? |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|08:19 pm] |
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I just got back to the gym. And while I was there, I saw this girl... and she had FLOWERS in her hair. I shit you not. This chick put flowers in her hair to go to the gym.
This is what I don't get. While at the gym the other day (maybe a week ago), this guy got my attention and I took off my headphones. He asked me if he looked gay in his shirt, because it was spandex. It was an under armor type thing made for working out. There are ALWAYS girls there whering what I would consider 5 years worth of makeup.
What's the point? You're at the gym, presumably to exercise, improve your health, etc. Why should anyone care what others think? So you think I might think you're gay... you're exercising. Why does it matter?
It's well known that our gym is a meat market. People check eachother out. People ask eachother out. Just a week ago (same day as the gay shirt question), I had a guy ask me, "Do you come here often?" which was followed by "What's your major?" and "What year are you?" WTF?????
I don't go to the gym to get dates. I don't go there to check guys out (though I have to admit I don't mind the eye candy, it's a nice distraction sometimes). And I definitely don't do my makeup, put flowers in my hair, or contemplate whether or not my choice of clothing makes me look gay. Hell, I don't even care if I've shaved my legs in the last month. And yes, I wear shorts.
It's getting to be a pet peeve of mine. People go to the gym for a million other reasons than to exercise. Reasons other than to take a break and get some activity in. The gym shouldn't be a place for dates, it shouldn't be someplace where folks get all concerned about their appearance, like at a bar on a Friday night. We should all be hot and sweaty and gross there. No makeup, unshaved legs, hair mussed up, sweat dripping off us... you get the idea.
And NO ONE should wear flowers in their hair. |
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| The Beetles |
[Apr. 2nd, 2007|07:54 pm] |
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I came into my office at about 8:20am today.
I left my apartment at around 8:05. I drove around trying to find parking, and finally found an awesome spot. I did a not so hot job parallel parking. I finally got in between two cars successfully at around 8:15.
I walked into my office. I checked my email. By about 8:45 I was done fucking around online, and I started reading articles for class. By 9:15, I noticed something in my shoe. It felt like something was moving. It tickled. I moved my foot around, figuring it was an itch. It stopped for a second.
9:20. Another movement. I started to figure that maybe, just maybe I wasn't hallucinating.
9:25. I took off my shoe. I looked at my foot. There was nothing on my foot.
And then I looked in my shoe. There was a fucking huge black beetle in my shoe. It was probably at least 1/2 inch long. Fat.
And it was running around!!!!! It tried to climb out of my shoe. I nearly screamed. I took it across my office to dump it into the trash can. I don't know if it fell in there or not. I couldn't see it in the trash can. But I no longer saw it in my shoe.
I sat back down at my desk and started examining my shoe. I looked around in it, afraid to pull back the tongue and really look. I was shaking. I felt queezy. It was absolutely revolting.
I was shaking for 2 hours afterwards. I didn't want to put back on my shoe. Eventually I did, but I nearly went around sock foot afterwards, simply because I was afraid of this big, nasty, black beetle.
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| Alcohol abuse, here I come! |
[Mar. 28th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
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I just found out today that I have funded position for next year...
I am the new AWARE Residence Life GA!!!!
What this means is that I'll be doing substance abuse evaluations and treatment, plus interventions in the dorms related to alcohol/substance abuse. I'm pretty excited. Not only will my classes be paid for, I'll get a normal GA stipend, and I'll get 5 free meals each week in the dining commons. It's a pretty sweet deal, plus it gives me clinical experience/hours that I can use when applying for internship.
Overall, I'm just relieved to know I'll have a paycheck next year. |
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| Nine Days |
[Mar. 19th, 2007|10:28 pm] |
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Nine days just isn't enough. Nine days together after two months apart. Two and a half months apart. It just doesn't seem fair. Nine days.
Within those nine days was our six month anniversary. Out at dinner that night, we realized that in the last six months we have spent no more than one month together. Probably less.
Nine days.
It seems unfair that this amazing man must live 1000 miles away, forcing us to spend barely a week together every couple months. The time together passes so quickly. The time apart, not quickly enough.
Nine days. Just nine days.
Now I sit here, back in Laramie, after driving 5 hours today to get him to and from the airport. My eyes are dry, as I can't cry any more. My heart is still breaking. The last nine days were wonderful... and I don't know when the next nine will come. It may be five more months before we get another nine days.
How can a relationship survive this? Nine days here, another nine there? Months in between a mere nine days together? Can you even call it a relationship when so much time elapses between visits? Between hugs, between kisses, between all the stuff that makes most relationships real? Can a phone call ever be the same as touch? Can a phone call ever be real? Can it be enough?
Nine days. Nine simple days.
Months apart for just nine days. Nine Days. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|12:55 pm] |
I'm gonna be an auntie! Yay!!!!
And... not only to one, but to two! I'm excited.
I kinda hope she asks me to be the godmother. I think that would be fabulous. I don't know if she has any intentions to, but it would be really special. It is, of course, fine if she doesn't. It's completely up to her and her hubby. The idea just hit me this morning, and it excites me.
Still... I'm gonna have two little nieces and/or nephews in October! YAY! |
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| Suzanne |
[Jan. 27th, 2007|04:32 pm] |
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It's always sad when friends move away.
This morning, I got up bright and early to help one of my best friends, Suzanne, finish packing, cleaning, and getting ready to leave Laramie. The rest of our group, plus her fiance were there. It was a very sad moment. I hate watching people move away. I hate moving. But she was probably the one I was closest to. I'm going to miss her horribly. She was crying, I was crying... Amy and Eric seemed okay. Suzanne is doing what she needs to do for her... and I hope it works out for the best. Yet I will miss her so very much. She was probably my best friend of the three of them. Eric's a close second. But all three will be gone by the end of the year. Suzanne was just the first to go. I'll do this twice more by the end of summer.
It's left me with an empty feeling. I hated watching her leave. Knowing I needed to help. She needed me there. Still, it broke my heart to watch her go.
As much as I know we will remain friends... we'll talk frequently, we'll laugh over the phone... it won't be the same. There won't be dinners, parties, karaoke, shots... We even took a shot before she left. We drank to the best thing Wyoming gave any of us - each other.
I think back on the last 2 years or so. The years when the four of us became inseparable. I don't know what I did before them. They were the first close friends I made here. Sure, there were acquaintances. But before Suzanne and I started doing the TA thing together spring of my 2nd year... these people became my soul mates. The folks I know will be there through everything. The friends I will count on. The people who will make up my wedding party. They're my sisters, my family. They're a huge part of who I am.
Now, it's such a feeling of loss. Emptiness. Our group is being torn apart slowly. And it is part of growing up. It's part of life. But it's still sad when journeys take us in new, separate directions.
Tonight... drink to the four of us. The four of us who will each soon be residing in separate parts of the country. Have a shot of Captain. Or maybe Cuervo 1800. Those were always our favorites. And when you do, get your friends together... and drink to your friendships. To those people who have filled your life with love and happiness. To those who make your life complete... and without them, life seems empty. |
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| Biopsy |
[Jan. 21st, 2007|01:16 pm] |
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I was gonna use cancer as the title, but then decided that's a bit too dramatic.
I'm having a minor, outpatient surgery in the morning. They're taking out a spot on my arm to biopsy it. My doctor thinks it might be cancer. She looked very concerned when I showed her the spot on Wednesday.
So tomorrow morning, they're taking it out. I'm very nervous. I don't like needles. I was actually worried they wouldn't numb it - I asked the doctor about that before making the appointment. I don't know how long it will be before I know the results of the biopsy. I assume it will be around 2 weeks. I hope it's nothing, but am worried it's not. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|12:40 pm] |
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| | Alanis Morissette - Heart of the House | ] |
Omega's first trip to the vet is today... he has a little bald spot on the top of his nose that I'm concerned about. It's likely a skin fungus, and he's not in pain or anything, but I'm worried about him. I love the little guy.
He's going to the same vet everyone in the department goes to. She is friends with one of our faculty members. And breeds chinchillas. I had been wanting him to go in sometime when healthy so she knows him before he gets sick. Still, I wish he didn't have this little skin thing going on.
I am bringing Omega into the department briefly this afternoon... I have an appointment at 2:15, making it challenging to get him to the vet by 3pm. So, I'm going to bring him in and let him camp out here while I'm at the doctor, then take him to the vet. Hopefully, all will work out and I won't be too rushed. |
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| All my exes live in... |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|12:13 pm] |
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Ok. So I just found out Craig "loves" his girlfriend. It shouldn't bother me. yet it does a little.
First, I think it's creepy that they say that to eachother when they only really met a week ago. I don't care if they've been talking online for a month or two. They only just met. Besides, the online thing is a bit creepy in itself.
Second, he left her naked in bed to help me get my car moving. While I appreciate that, it's a bit mean to leave the current to help the ex. Then told me she's bad at giving head.
Third, they had sex last night. She threw him down and fucked him. I don't know that I really wanted to know that. It just seems soon and creepy.
So why does this all bug me?
I am not remotely attracted to him anymore. I left because I didn't love him like I should... I knew I never could. And I knew it wasn't going anywhere, and that I'd never be higher than #5 on his list of priorities. If I ever got that high.
Yet, it bugs me. He strikes me as desperate. And the whole wanting to be friends thing... I don't know if I want that. And he sure as hell isn't making an effort anyway. Not that it's at all different from our relationship, as he never really tried, never worked at us.
I don't know. The whole thing strikes me as wrong and creepy. It shouldn't upset me, but it does a little.
Is it always like this when you find out about your ex having sex? Or supposedly loving someone else? |
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| Holiday Updates |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|09:17 pm] |
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| | Uninvited - Alanis Morrisette | ] |
I figured some holiday updates are long since overdue. Merely a summary follows.
- Dec. 11. To Evanston. Several days there. Generally okay, fun even, though trying to be around then help manage a severely bipolar/ADHD child is obnoxious.
- Dec. 14. Pierced my nose. Pictures to come... maybe.
- Dec. 17. To Spokane. Then Pullman. Had a lovely reunion. Many kisses and hugs and snuggles. Fell asleep on the drive to Pullman. Of course. I always do.
- Dec 18-20. Went into work daily. Who knew I could read so much in a day? Apparently sitting in a biochemistry lab works for me. Christmas party on 12/18. It was okay. Though intimidating to be around many many people I do not know. Lots of hugs and snuggles. And Kisses.
- December 19, 2006. The first "I love you." It was wonderful and remarkable... and very special and perfect. I've never had it be so sweet before. The timing has never before been so perfect or the words been so sincere. This was all I really wanted for christmas from my Ken.
- Dec. 21. To Spokane to see Ken's family. Stayed thru 12/28. Did Christmas shopping with Ken on 12/21. "That makes couple status official!" when we decided to buy joint presents for many of his family members. Ken learned that day that women tend to have strong preferences for either white or yellow gold. He had no clue until then.
- Dec. 24. Christmas Eve. A largely uneventful day. I went with Ken's mom to see "The Pursuit of Happyness." Enjoyed it, though it was a difficult film at times. We then spent 3 hours at Shari's eating and talking. I have never gone out and done stuff just with a boyfriend's mom before. It was a ton of fun. I really like Patty. I learned so much about her, and her life, what it's been like raising 4 kids... the challenges they have put her through, the ways her faith has changed... she is a truly admirable woman.
- Dec. 25. Christmas! It was a good morning. Christmas around little kids is definitely different than Christmas without them. Amelia was super-excited and loved opening presents. It was odd for me, being my first Christmas away from my own family. It was hard at times, too, as I didn't hear from my family at all. I very much felt forgotten by them. And felt more welcome with Ken's family than I do with my own. There's got to be something wrong with that. But it was fun. Dinner was yummy, and the company was great. That night, Ken spiked a fever. 102.5. Yikes! Got to play nurse with him for the first time, try to make him feel better, etc.
- Dec. 26-28. Still in Spokane, had planned to leave before then, but Ken remained sick. Watched lots of TV, lots of movies. Forced Ken to drink lots of water. Finally, the morning of 12/29, he was ready to drive back to Pullman.
- Dec. 28. Got lost on a walk in Spokane at night. Oops!
- Dec. 29. A very special day. Nuf Said.
- Dec. 31-Jan 2. Stayed up late. Super late. Woke up even later.
- Jan. 2. Decided I'll try to find a job in either Pullman or Moscow or Spokane for the summer so that we can be closer together. Are hoping something will be able to work out adequately. Spent the night perusing ring tones and downloading ringback tones. It was oddly fun and satisfying.
- Jan. 3. A teary farewell, and a flight back to Salt Lake. I hate goodbyes, and they're getting harder. Ken said he hopes the sadness and difficulty of goodbyes won't make me quit coming to visit. I won't let that happen.
- Jan. 4. Kathryn and Wade insisted they drive me back to Laramie, as the roads were icy and yucky. A cop caused a minor accident involving my car and a guardrail. Only paint scratched off, no real damage. We made it back. Things have been rather unexciting since. I miss Ken, and we're trying to figure out spring break. We don't know who is going where yet. And waiting 2.5 months to see eachother sucks.
- Today. I'm back at school, trying to figure out what to do and how to get my shit taken care of. I'm stressed, and just want to be back in Spokane. I'm not looking forward to the crazy-long days ahead of me, to my friends leaving the area, and the possibility of no longer being funded next year. Possible loss of funding could force me to be here all summer. That would not be fun. Ken and I could use the time in the same place. Would very much help the relationship to grow, to develop.
- Now. Am going back to work. Maybe grabbing some food to eat while working. But I need to get shit done. I have a long day and night ahead of me. |
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| Ice Show |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|02:56 pm] |
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Ice Show
Current mood: contemplative
I skated in my first ever ice show last night. Scary thing to do at 25. Especially being the oldest one there, and one of the newer skaters. But it turned out well.
I made a couple small mistakes in my routine, and my last spin felt shaky. But I finished nearly perfectly with the music, and I was told that it didn't look like I made mistakes. So, 8/9 "real" jumps were completed (I'm not counting easy half rotation jumps - there were several of those in with my footwork), and 4 spins. And I'm still coughing today. My lungs didn't appreciate 3 minutes and 11 seconds of super-intense skating.
The funny thing was... for being the only skater without parents and other family members there, I had a HUGE cheering section. Several people from my department and my close friends came to watch and cheer. They were shocked that I can actually skate. That was kinda fun. Especially since several of them weren't people I even consider friends.
Went out for drinks with friends afterwards... which was fun and awful all at the same time. Craig came to the bar. And I didn't really want him there, but decided to be polite. I can't win in the situation. If I say I don't want him there, I'm the psycho ex-gf. But with him there, I'm in a really awkward spot. Add that he was talking to everyone but me, and generally being a dick towards me, and it wasn't particularly comfortable. I guess what really pissed me off at the end of the night... one of my friends insisted on giving him a ride when he left... but none even asked if I wanted one, when I was drunker than he was. Sure, I live closer than him to the bar, but it was really cold out. I didn't have gloves, hat, anything. It makes me question whether these folks are my friends. It hurt that they offered more support and consideration to him than to someone who's supposed to be a friend. And sure, they can be friends with both of us... but to assume I'm fine with him being around, or am comfortable with it? And then to act like he's all that matters? BAH.
OK. I'm done griping now, but still a bit irked by this. I felt like it ruined what had been a really good night. I was pumped after the show.
So I've sworn not to go out drinking again. It hasn't had great consequences lately, and I've been realizing more and more I really don't like it that much. It's not me. I like who I am better when sober. Even if I am shy, insanely introverted, etc. I just don't need that in my life. |
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| The illusion of change |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|11:24 am] |
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I'm not sure things ever really change.
Look at my life. My emotional state. I've always been this highly emotional, academically driven person. It's who I am, it's what I do. And it all feels about the same as it was 10 years ago.
Sure, the environment is different. I'm in a different place. Arguably, a much better place.
But at the same time, many of the same issues arise. I'm still confused, still very much driven by emotion. In many ways, it still feels like school is my one true talent. And all I want to do is skate. : ) Yes, I realize I'm a dork.
Have my ambitions changed? Have my values? My goals? I don't know. I'm more certain about some things. Maybe I do know what's important to me. But I'm not always certain that my behavior is in line with that. Is academic achievement really all there is to life? Can I really love one guy while falling for another? It's all confusing. And the part that really irks me at times is that it feels like the same drama as I dealt with at 15. Only now, it seems that the consequences are much more substantial.
Sure, I live on my own. In most ways, I'm living an adult's life. But still, I'm single (or at least unmarried). I'm a student. That's the same place I was at 10 years ago. It's frustrating to realize that as much as I think (hope?) that I've changed in the last 10 years, my life doesn't seem that different. Am I where I thought I'd be at 25? Not really. And that, in itself, is a bit of a disappointment. Hell, even a year ago I thought I'd be in a different place now. I figured I'd be with someone else, maybe living together, planning to be married... applying for internship, working on my dissertation... Instead, I'm in a new relationship, still struggling with comps, waiting an extra year for internship, scared I'll never finish the PhD, scared I'll never be married or have kids....
In so many ways, things really don't seem to have changed.
Am I in a better place now than I was before? My mood remains somewhat unpredictable at times, though my emotional control is much better. I handle my emotionality better, likely due simply to experience and the realization that things likely will never change. I'm never going to be someone who experiences no emotion. I'll always experience a full range of emotions (as much as I wish this weren't the case). I'll always be someone who thinks too much. Who tries to understand the incomprehensible. And is that such a bad thing? Probably not. But it doesn't get easier with age. I guess I was hoping it would. And am a bit disappointed that it doesn't.
My parents (well, my dad) always said things get easier. That the 20s are easier than the teens... yet, I'm not sure I entirely believe it. Experience counts for something. I understand more, I've made my mistakes. But when I look at his life, compared to my own, he didn't take the same course. He was married at my age. He was a dad at my age. Finished with school, holding a "real" job. Not me. Sure, I'll never be a dad... but I'm still forced to struggle with some of those things that he had taken care of already at my age.
Maybe in time, things don't really change. Life circumstances remain similar, but we handle the same struggles differently with experience. Maybe we gain knowledge that makes us think we're changing... make us overlook the stagnation that characterizes life.
Or maybe I'm just frustrated by the seeming lack of change in my own life... my desperate longing for something different, that doesn't seem likely to come any time soon. |
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| GRRRRR... and travel. |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|02:14 pm] |
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After deciding that Delta is spawn of Satan (grrrr on folks who take HOURS to update their flights online... GRRRRRR), I have finally purchased my plane tickets for thanksgiving travel.
I officially am flying to Spokane, WA on Frontier Airlines, Tuesday, November 21 at 9:40pm. I'll be returning to Denver at the evil hour of 6am (landing around 9:30am) on Sunday, November 26. Will be spending Turkey-Day with my man (and his family) and going to a wedding on Saturday. Holy crap for being a date to a wedding. I've never been someone else's date. Though I have briefly met both the bride and groom. They are excited to see me again.
Also - a GRRRRRR on a professor who sent a bitchy email to all her students saying that one should never miss class for travel. Even if it saves the student $100+ to travel earlier. And I still say that it's nuts to bitch when students ask politely if class will be meeting the week of a holiday. As half our faculty don't hold graduate courses Thanskgiving week, I don't see where it's fair for her to go all crazy on us for wondering. GRRRRRRRRRRRR! |
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