Ok, here I am. Day before Christmas Eve, and I'm bored out of my mind. What it is is restlessness, really - haven't really worked out (aside from mall-walking) at all since last Jujutsu class, whenever that was. I miss it. I miss the physical workout, the mental workout, and the whatever-it-is you get from sparring with another real person. I'm wishing there was a way I could make it up there for practices.....maybe after the holidays.
So, saw Return of the King twice already - first day out last Wednesday with Candice, and again last Friday with Shawn. Things with Shawn are going nicely. It's good that we live within decent driving distance from each other (about 20 mins). But still, that whole 'restless' thing sometimes carries over a little into it....I suppose going from stressed out of my mind to an almost dead stop accounts for that. Not that I have NOTHING to do....there was shopping, there's some forms to fill out, people to see, cookies to eat....but then that's another problem. I'm not within walking distance from all the places I have to go anymore. But, the cookies are. And I don't always have a car available to get me away from them. But when I can, I do - I notice I'm usually much more content when I'm out.
Michael graduated, by the way. The odd thing was, he still hadn't gotten his final grade in his class by the time commencement day rolled around (a couple Sundays ago). That was also the day I was coming home for winter break, and the day of a nasty-onset snowstorm. So the family came up, and we loaded the car, and went to a couple dining halls, looking for one that was open so we could have lunch. Mike, in the meantime, went to Jorgenson. We eventually landed at the Student Union eating Subway, which apparently was the only place open on campus. I went to the co-op and got miserable prices for some of my books (including $9 for a Calculus book worth at least $100), and ran through the snow to meet my family at Jorgenson, where we strained to see the speakers from our back balcony seats. We found out a couple days later that Michael had indeed passed, but the weirdness associated with that day hasn't dissipated. I guess it'll always be there.....the "tentative" graduation.
Shawn has a nice upper respiratory infection, which meant heavy coughing fits in the last week of school as well as a slight fever and being generally mopey. He still has it, but the coughs are much less frequent. The only real tell is his voice, which resemble that of a sixty year-old two-pack-a-day smoker. He's still cute though.
The shopping is done, the wrapping is done, now it's all wait and get-ready until Mass at St. Francis (Waterbury) tomorrow, then Christmas Eve at Grandma's, then again at my mom's cousin's. The last time we were at that church was for Grammie's funeral last month. I sang "Amazing Grace." Usually at the mass we go to on Christmas Eve an old lady sings, or rather butchers, "O Holy Night." Ah, I shouldn't have written that....the songs are there to be sung, not to be used to ridicule people who show their love and appreciation for them through their performance.....no matter what the performance entails. What I'm saying is, she has a right to sing it, but I have a right to not like it. There.
Feeling a little lonely....more and more out of place at this house with my family. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but it's getting to be time to spread my wings, etc. A job, a car, an apartment, in that order...someday soon.
Reading a lot. Fiction.
So, saw Return of the King twice already - first day out last Wednesday with Candice, and again last Friday with Shawn. Things with Shawn are going nicely. It's good that we live within decent driving distance from each other (about 20 mins). But still, that whole 'restless' thing sometimes carries over a little into it....I suppose going from stressed out of my mind to an almost dead stop accounts for that. Not that I have NOTHING to do....there was shopping, there's some forms to fill out, people to see, cookies to eat....but then that's another problem. I'm not within walking distance from all the places I have to go anymore. But, the cookies are. And I don't always have a car available to get me away from them. But when I can, I do - I notice I'm usually much more content when I'm out.
Michael graduated, by the way. The odd thing was, he still hadn't gotten his final grade in his class by the time commencement day rolled around (a couple Sundays ago). That was also the day I was coming home for winter break, and the day of a nasty-onset snowstorm. So the family came up, and we loaded the car, and went to a couple dining halls, looking for one that was open so we could have lunch. Mike, in the meantime, went to Jorgenson. We eventually landed at the Student Union eating Subway, which apparently was the only place open on campus. I went to the co-op and got miserable prices for some of my books (including $9 for a Calculus book worth at least $100), and ran through the snow to meet my family at Jorgenson, where we strained to see the speakers from our back balcony seats. We found out a couple days later that Michael had indeed passed, but the weirdness associated with that day hasn't dissipated. I guess it'll always be there.....the "tentative" graduation.
Shawn has a nice upper respiratory infection, which meant heavy coughing fits in the last week of school as well as a slight fever and being generally mopey. He still has it, but the coughs are much less frequent. The only real tell is his voice, which resemble that of a sixty year-old two-pack-a-day smoker. He's still cute though.
The shopping is done, the wrapping is done, now it's all wait and get-ready until Mass at St. Francis (Waterbury) tomorrow, then Christmas Eve at Grandma's, then again at my mom's cousin's. The last time we were at that church was for Grammie's funeral last month. I sang "Amazing Grace." Usually at the mass we go to on Christmas Eve an old lady sings, or rather butchers, "O Holy Night." Ah, I shouldn't have written that....the songs are there to be sung, not to be used to ridicule people who show their love and appreciation for them through their performance.....no matter what the performance entails. What I'm saying is, she has a right to sing it, but I have a right to not like it. There.
Feeling a little lonely....more and more out of place at this house with my family. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but it's getting to be time to spread my wings, etc. A job, a car, an apartment, in that order...someday soon.
Reading a lot. Fiction.
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