first post back
Should I begin writing again? Snow day today. My flight got canceled because of heavy snowfall last night; hopefully my newly-bought flight will be okay in the morning, though there are travel advisories in effect for both Boston and Philly. Slept late, then went to 7-11 for food and Rodney's to look for books I need for my lit classes. The snow meant it was a bit warmer than it has been, and it wasn't falling hard enough to be too unpleasant, so it was nice walking along with Frank in it. Came back and watched It's a Wonderful Life with Frank, Kerry, and Iain while it snowed outside. Lovely. Then Frank played video games while I read (working on Maus for my Holocaust class and the last Narnia book and the last Golden Compass book. I'm hoping to get all my books for my Holocaust class read by the end of Christmas break). Then sexy times and now back to video games and reading. All in all, a very successful snow day.
My back is still killing me. The icyhot patches are definitely helping loads, but I'm still in quite a lot of pain depending on my position, and I still can't sit without almost crying. Hopefully they'll be able to bump my doctor's appointment to later in the day tomorrow and my flights don't get canceled so I can make it. I'm severely worried about sitting on a plane for six hours, so I'll probably take Tylenol PM as I'm boarding which will knock me flat for a good eleven hours. Of course I'd rather read on the planes, but it's going to be painful as fuck.
Casey friended me on myspace. I haven't told Frank, because I know his response would be to just ignore him like I did with his message in October. I'm such a curious person, though. I do wonder what's going on with him and what's made him so introspective about how awfully he treated me (the myspace message he sent me in October was apologizing for it, over a year after we've broken up.) I think before I would have easily ignored it, but the truth is that I don't hate him anymore. I'm too happy with Frank and where I am in life to actively hate him anymore, and so I'm mainly indifferent with maybe a hint of curiosity. Probably I'll end up accepting his friend request and see what he does from there. He added a message to the request saying "perhaps you can be the first girlfriend I've been friends with after we broke up?" I mean, it's easier to be friends with exes when you don't treat them like shit and leave them with residual sexual and emotional scars that it takes quite a long time to get over, some of which I'm still not entirely over. Regardless, I haven't accepted his request yet. Still waiting to see what I ultimately decide.
Oh, of course I can't forget: apparently Dad broke both his arms. It's awful and I'm so worried about him. All he told me on the phone Sunday is that he fell at work and broke both his elbows, both of which will need to be in casts. Clearly he can't work, but how can he even do things like bathe or go to the bathroom or feed himself? I'm hoping he has in-house care of some sort, but I suppose I'll find out more Monday when I go to visit him. I know everyone has shitty things happen to them, but I feel like most people have enough good things to sort of balance out. I don't know that it's true in his case. I really wish he would just get some good breaks for once.
There have been a lot of things that have happened since I've written last, and I'm guessing by the fact that I'm still rambling that I really have missed diarying and I'll get back into it more now. It's still hard for me not to get a resentful tumor in the pit of my stomach when I think of all the entries and ims and emails which are now stolen, but I guess continuing to not write is just cutting off my nose to spite my face. We're back at it. Me and Frank will make our video soon though, which will make me happier, and begin our scrapbook.
I'm super duper over the moon excited about Christmas. I'm thrilled the semester is over; I survived, and I'm determined to keep this spring from being as bad as it has the possibility of being with all the work I'll be doing. Two lit classes, and ethics class, my BFA thesis, and my Honors thesis. Plus my job. Ick. But if I can survive that, I'll then have the freedom to find a good-paying, full-time job, and then me and Frank will be moving in together and getting our dog. Hurray!!
Well, clearly I could keep writing, and as tempted as I am to, I think I would rather read so that when I get home to Texas I can start writing again. Geez, I miss it. A lot. But there has just been no time between work, the robbery, classes, being so far behind in classes, Chrissy's wedding, Thanksgiving, etc. But at least with the close of the semester I can say that I've got some amazing new photographs, a great new short story and good rewrite material to improve an old one, half a good screenplay, and even more student debt. :) Lame.
Not bad for my first entry back, I guess. Instead of letting myself feel overwhelmed with all I haven't written about, I'm just going to take it one little entry at a time. Baby steps. To those of you are friended me because you read my stories: soon. I promise. Probably not until after Christmas, but hopefully at least one or two things will be updated by New Years.
But I hope the fuckers who stole my laptop and thus my un-backed-up diary die and burn in hell.