Saturday, January 29, 2011

Let's Play Pretend

Last night, I told you guys that my grandmother has a tumor in her brain, and that she's dying. WHen my mom told me that, I reacted the same way I would react to her telling me what's for dinner: K. That's what I said. K. It's not that I don't care, it's not that I want my grandmother to die, it's just that, all of my life, every time someone's gotten sick or whatever, I continue on like nothing's wrong. My mom's had cancer so many times, and she'd tell us, then never mention it again, so I suppose that's why I act like everything's okay, when it's not.

Is it stupid of me to act like nothing's wrong with her? I mean, is it expected of me to be nicer to her and to tell her how much I love and appreciate her, JUST because she's dying? What does that accomplish, aside from reminding her that she's not going to be around much longer? Is it selfish of me to not want to prepare for her death, to not want to worry about what will happen afterwards, to not care? I'm not going to sit around and wait for her to die. When it happens, then I'll have no choice but to deal with it, but until then, let's play pretend.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

So This Happened.

For the last week, I’ve been going nuts trying to find the most current edition of the required texbooks and whatever the fuck else I needed for my classes. Today, the first day of the spring semester, I receive the following e-mail from my advisor:

“Ms. [Woolysocks],
It’s just come to my attention that your registration papers and the required fees have not been filled out correctly and need to be redone. While I understand that the semester has already begun, I would like to set up an appointment for you to meet with me again, so we can get your papers done and get you started in your spring classes.
-Mr. [IAmAnIdiot]”

What the fuck, right? You mean to tell me that the papers you filled out WITH me were done wrong? Seriously. Anyway, this is what I sent back to him:

“Mr. [IAmAnIdiot],
It’s just come to my attention that you are a moron and you should not be employed in your current position, as the senior advisor for [Bumfuck College]. While I understand that you are old and demented, I would like to set up an appointment for you to get your head out of your ass. I will no longer be attending [Bumfuck College], so further communication between the fuckheads that work there (i.e. you) and the misfortunate humans that have to deal with you (i.e. me) is no longer required or desired.
-Ms. [Woolysocks]”

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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Keep Me In Mind.

My long awaited return is upon us. Well, maybe just awaited. And probably just by me. lol But seriously. Things that I did while I was away?

-Got back into country music. That was a part of my life that I wish I'd rediscovered sooner.
-Met the new love of my life, Anabelle. [Pictured below.]
-Realized that if Logan Echolls were a real person, I would marry him and live happily ever after. Same goes for Dick Casablancas, but I won't get into that. lol
-Waited too long to register for spring classes.
-Received my Ring of Honor tickets for March.
-Found out that my brother-in-law is being deployed.
-Found out that I may be moving to Shreveport.
-Got $256.78 worth of clothes for $0.86.
-Started my second job, then quit.
-Possibly fell in love with Luke Bryan.
-Decided that I want a carrot cake at my wedding, and decided that DJ's just gonna have to be okay with that. :)
-Became the most jaded motherfucker on Earth.
-Got my CPR certification.
-Performed the Heimlich on a pregnant woman.
-Began my journey into Veronica Marsdom and made a bunch of fake college schedules for people to give to their bosses/parents/whatever.

Anyway, today, as some of you know, is my second anniversary of being clean. I've got a ton of things in my life to work on, but this whole "not using" thing is definitely something that I've got down. My second semester of college starts Tuesday. I need to quit my job, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how much I love/can't leave my babies.

This is Anabelle. :)

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