"Why am I lone and why do I feel that I carry a sword through a battlefield?"
So it's been almost 3 months since I updated this. Again. I suppose life gets in the way of this journal. As it should be. I guess I'll update on whatever I typed last time, then make general updates. For now, the entry is so huge that I should probably post it behind a cut, so...I think I shall.
I quit Shimi's again right before Halloween...I'll probably work there again next semester though...I don't know...Between spending 25 hours a week in class, having homework, and working at the library, I worked every day, around 60 hours a week. That was crap, so quitting Shimi's was good. I have more David time now.
We acquired another stray cat...it was a little Aslan-colored girl cat called Micah. Jen from Shimi's had to give her away, so I took her. We were up to eight cats, but we're back down to six now. David seemed to not be so thrilled with so many cats, even though he said he was ok with it, so I decided to prevent an argument and give away two cats. I gave Gandalf and Micah to my parents, since they were the biggest bullies around the house. They have been renamed Charlie and Nipples, which is strange, but it'll have to do. Freya seems to be doing better...she actually gained some weight, but her retest came back positive. Positive is really a matter of opinion though, as I don't really think that having leukemia is a positive thing. However, I'm sure that we all understand that I say positive to mean that she does in fact still actively have the virus. Makes me sad. Oh well.
We never took the roof issue to court. After the insurance company told me that they wouldn't cover the damage, they told David that they would and sent us a check, so it would really have been pointless to take the inspector to get more money. Joe fixed the roof for us and it's held up, though we never fixed the cosmetic damage on the inside of the house. I think it's a good idea to leave that area unpainted so that if the roof leaks again, we'll know sooner. Once we're satisfied that the problem will not occur again, we'll make the ceiling pretty again.
The MR2 is fixed now...it's pretty hot. The guys didn't actually finish what they were supposed to, but since we got such a good price I didn't press the matter. They forgot to reapply my pinstripes, which isn't a big issue, but they also didn't buff things well enough to remove some bubbles and overspray in a couple of areas, they scuffed my window trim (which can't be repaired), and they never removed or painted over the rusty bits on the inside of the "hood" compartment. Since no one will ever notice the pinstripes, bubbles, or overspray, I'll get over it, but I'll have to sand and prime the inside of the hood compartment myself so that it won't rust through the body of the car. Oh well, like I said, it looks really hot to everyone else. It's just that Anal Design Student coming out of me, I suppose. I just saw these cute little seat covers at Target that I want to get, since my seats are kinda crummy looking, but I need $40. I also need a wiring harness, since someone gave David a CD player for free. It's going to be great when I get it all fixed up.
Zimmy seems to be in some sort of weird, semi-offensive state...it's not so bad...but one week I got so sick I went to the hospital. That was no fun. Led to all sorts of unexpected and strange, non-correlating events...anyway...I thought I would puke and everything, and it was Zimmy-related, so I waited a couple of hours in the ER to get pumped full of promethezine and cold IV fluid. Blech. They never told me what was wrong, either. They mentioned something about my gall bladder and never followed up on it, so I don't know what that was all about. I'm ok now, I guess. Not really sick. Just apprehensive. In fact, I think many of my more recent Zimmy problems are caused by being afraid that it'll get worse. I hope it gets better instead.
I brought Freya to Greenville briefly...Clayton was going to keep her until we had room inspections in the dorms, then three days later he found out that pets weren't allowed in his apartment. They didn't just give him 24 hours to get rid of her or threaten to keep his deposit, oh no, they gave him a $300 fine. Three Hundred Dollars. Absolutely ridiculous. He weaseled out of it somehow, in some way that I don't know. I had to keep Freya at Josh's house for 2, 3 weeks. I don't remember how long. I didn't want her to stay there, so I took her back home, doomed to her fate in mine and David's bedroom, for eternity. Or something.
School is interesting. I'm pretty much switching to Art History now. It's only a matter of finally getting around to officially changing it. I decided that I'd never graduate on time if I stayed with regular Studio Art, and I'll never get a job...so now I can graduate on time and actually have a chance at a real career. I submitted to Metals, too. I decided that even if I was going to switch to Art History, it'd be pretty stupid to never even try to get into Metals, since that's what I wanted to do to begin with...It was pretty much just a, "Could I get in if I still really wanted too?" exercise. And the answer was...NO. I could NOT get in. REJECTED. They told me to take some more classes and try again next semester, as they could see potential and they felt I just needed more experience....which is better than "Hey, you suck!," but still. Actually, one man was trying to say that he saw a great improvement in my craft, but he phrased it, "This piece looks as if it were run over by a truck, but this piece looks as if you're driving the truck and in full control." WTF? Thanks, man. Real good. I mean, geez, it was really a compliment of sorts, and he's a really nice man, but still. Ran over by a truck? Argh.
I got a tattoo. I know you care. It's on my back, toward the top, right between my shoulder blades. It's a gear, and it's awesome, not lame, not nerdy, like some people have commented. It was my first one ever and let me tell you...if anyone ever says that it doesn't hurt, their a damned liar. Perhaps someone could comment "It didn't hurt that bad," if they could tolerate the pain, but it hurts. So much. Going over the bone, I could tolerate, but I get these nasty muscular knots in my back and when it went over the knot it hurt so bad I actually shed a couple of tears. Pretty awful. But not so awful I'll never get another one...in fact, I have another planned, but for later, when I have more money.
I got a ticket. That sucked. It was for speeding, and for an expired inspection...on my Mother's van. ! I got charged for my mother's inspection. Argh. I got out of that part, though, and I had the speeding reduced, but not by much....oh well. Only my second ticket. It'll be ok. I hope.
So....we're on to general social matters....
In Greenville: I don't get to see Amanda very much...she's really busy with Art so I pretty much only see her when we drive. It's really disappointing. I hang out with Sarah sometimes now. That's good. I really like her. I also ran into the girl that used to model for my class, Vanessa. I had always wanted to talk to her, but I thought she might be weirded out by it. Then one day, I ran into her right before a movie ("Saved"...it was really good) and decided to take a chance and talk to her. That was good. I ended up going to Legends on Halloween with those two, as well as with Clayton and Sarah's friend Beth. That was special. I was supposed to be an Honorary Predator but I don't think it turned out so well. I didn't care, though. I love my roommate, Jenny. She's really nice and laid back and not annoying or anything. Way better than certain other girls with no hair and bad attitudes, who keep trying to talk to me, awkwardly enough. Anyway...I hang out with Clayton...way too much, by some people's opinions...He's the only person who ever tries to hang out, anyway, so what else should I do? Sit at home? Yeah....let's not write anything else about that subject...let's write about...oh, here, this is a *great* subject: Josh! Where do I begin? He got a job, so we didn't get to hang out as much, and when we did get to, we really got on each other's nerves. So...then I don't even know what happened. He left me a note one day to which I was unsure of how to reply, then called me up *really* pissed off and threatened me and stuff...I suppose I should have expected it. We talked things out, officially, but really, I don't trust him anymore. I'm not going to avoid him actively or anything, but I just don't even want to talk to him...I'm sure I'll miss him, in a friendly way, but it'll be ok. It happens to everyone. As a result....does anyone want a rabbit? Heh...
In Raleigh-ish Area: Yeah...No one ever calls David and myself except Erin, Rob, and Kenneth. Michael's all busy with Sydney and work, which is good for him, but sad for me. Shana...I don't even know what she's doing. Same with Paul and Star. None of them ever call. Anthony totally dropped off the face of the planet...or so it seems. Jared lives in my house and still never even see him. Mary calls everyone once in a while...that's good. I like her and I wish she was around more. Same with Jackie, but she and her David live kinda far away and have other lives. Erica is pretty much the same story...too busy and too far away to talk to me. Kenneth has taken to David quite well, so I see him often. He's really nice, but he gets really ridiculous when he drinks. David and I hosted this really exciting Pumpkin Carving one day. I enjoyed that. David had never carved a pumpkin in his life, thanks to his mother. Isn't that insane? His lack of practice translated into a not-so-good pumpkin. Heh. I carved Gir. So not original. Oh well. I invited Tony too, but he didn't come...something about his girlfriend not wanting to...that's sad. I never see him, either. I never go to the club. I never dance. That's disappointing. Dancing is good, even if I personally am not good at it. Yeah, anyway...now we come to Erin and Rob. They seem pretty ok...Erin's still pregnant....had a baby shower....we get to see them a lot, so there's not all that much that's really exciting to mention there...I talked to Bryce the other day...I worry about him sometimes, but there's nothing much I can do there...I also worry about Wendy but I haven't been able to write her yet...she had some health issues, so I should really get on that whole letter-writing thing. Yeah...I think David and I are going to have a party soon, so everyone who is able should attend. I'll call with details, unless I forget..which is likely.
My family: They seem to be ok...I see them every weekend...Matty's been really sick lately, but he seems to be getting better...David actually convinced him to come out to Legend's on Halloween. That was probably good for him. Momma seems ok...I need to dye her hair blue again. That'll be fun. My Daddy is ok, I guess...I think he's kinda sad...his job isn't so hot, and he just found out that my cousin, who's about 15 years older than I am, killed herself...he took it pretty hard, but not too hard. I never actually met the girl, nor had I even heard her name, so it didn't really personally affect me like it could have, but he watched her grow up and stuff, so that wasn't good for him. Kari and Joe seem fine...They got a house and stuff now. I thought Kari didn't like me for a while there, but I never got to confront her about it. It's ok though, because it's turned out fine after all. Kaina's acting all weird...I blame puberty. We'll see how that goes...Rachel walks around and says a few things now...it's exciting. Yeah. We're all going to have a big ol' Thanksgiving thing, I hope. I am kinda looking forward to it. I think we're going to see grandparents too, which will be good. Grandma Rachel reportedly got a lot better since they took her off of some medicine...like I said, I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and stuff.
So....I think this entry is plenty long enough now, even if it is all behind a cut...and I have a class to go to soon....so uh....yeah. Maybe I'll update more. Maybe not. Probably not, who am I kidding?
I quit Shimi's again right before Halloween...I'll probably work there again next semester though...I don't know...Between spending 25 hours a week in class, having homework, and working at the library, I worked every day, around 60 hours a week. That was crap, so quitting Shimi's was good. I have more David time now.
We acquired another stray cat...it was a little Aslan-colored girl cat called Micah. Jen from Shimi's had to give her away, so I took her. We were up to eight cats, but we're back down to six now. David seemed to not be so thrilled with so many cats, even though he said he was ok with it, so I decided to prevent an argument and give away two cats. I gave Gandalf and Micah to my parents, since they were the biggest bullies around the house. They have been renamed Charlie and Nipples, which is strange, but it'll have to do. Freya seems to be doing better...she actually gained some weight, but her retest came back positive. Positive is really a matter of opinion though, as I don't really think that having leukemia is a positive thing. However, I'm sure that we all understand that I say positive to mean that she does in fact still actively have the virus. Makes me sad. Oh well.
We never took the roof issue to court. After the insurance company told me that they wouldn't cover the damage, they told David that they would and sent us a check, so it would really have been pointless to take the inspector to get more money. Joe fixed the roof for us and it's held up, though we never fixed the cosmetic damage on the inside of the house. I think it's a good idea to leave that area unpainted so that if the roof leaks again, we'll know sooner. Once we're satisfied that the problem will not occur again, we'll make the ceiling pretty again.
The MR2 is fixed now...it's pretty hot. The guys didn't actually finish what they were supposed to, but since we got such a good price I didn't press the matter. They forgot to reapply my pinstripes, which isn't a big issue, but they also didn't buff things well enough to remove some bubbles and overspray in a couple of areas, they scuffed my window trim (which can't be repaired), and they never removed or painted over the rusty bits on the inside of the "hood" compartment. Since no one will ever notice the pinstripes, bubbles, or overspray, I'll get over it, but I'll have to sand and prime the inside of the hood compartment myself so that it won't rust through the body of the car. Oh well, like I said, it looks really hot to everyone else. It's just that Anal Design Student coming out of me, I suppose. I just saw these cute little seat covers at Target that I want to get, since my seats are kinda crummy looking, but I need $40. I also need a wiring harness, since someone gave David a CD player for free. It's going to be great when I get it all fixed up.
Zimmy seems to be in some sort of weird, semi-offensive state...it's not so bad...but one week I got so sick I went to the hospital. That was no fun. Led to all sorts of unexpected and strange, non-correlating events...anyway...I thought I would puke and everything, and it was Zimmy-related, so I waited a couple of hours in the ER to get pumped full of promethezine and cold IV fluid. Blech. They never told me what was wrong, either. They mentioned something about my gall bladder and never followed up on it, so I don't know what that was all about. I'm ok now, I guess. Not really sick. Just apprehensive. In fact, I think many of my more recent Zimmy problems are caused by being afraid that it'll get worse. I hope it gets better instead.
I brought Freya to Greenville briefly...Clayton was going to keep her until we had room inspections in the dorms, then three days later he found out that pets weren't allowed in his apartment. They didn't just give him 24 hours to get rid of her or threaten to keep his deposit, oh no, they gave him a $300 fine. Three Hundred Dollars. Absolutely ridiculous. He weaseled out of it somehow, in some way that I don't know. I had to keep Freya at Josh's house for 2, 3 weeks. I don't remember how long. I didn't want her to stay there, so I took her back home, doomed to her fate in mine and David's bedroom, for eternity. Or something.
School is interesting. I'm pretty much switching to Art History now. It's only a matter of finally getting around to officially changing it. I decided that I'd never graduate on time if I stayed with regular Studio Art, and I'll never get a job...so now I can graduate on time and actually have a chance at a real career. I submitted to Metals, too. I decided that even if I was going to switch to Art History, it'd be pretty stupid to never even try to get into Metals, since that's what I wanted to do to begin with...It was pretty much just a, "Could I get in if I still really wanted too?" exercise. And the answer was...NO. I could NOT get in. REJECTED. They told me to take some more classes and try again next semester, as they could see potential and they felt I just needed more experience....which is better than "Hey, you suck!," but still. Actually, one man was trying to say that he saw a great improvement in my craft, but he phrased it, "This piece looks as if it were run over by a truck, but this piece looks as if you're driving the truck and in full control." WTF? Thanks, man. Real good. I mean, geez, it was really a compliment of sorts, and he's a really nice man, but still. Ran over by a truck? Argh.
I got a tattoo. I know you care. It's on my back, toward the top, right between my shoulder blades. It's a gear, and it's awesome, not lame, not nerdy, like some people have commented. It was my first one ever and let me tell you...if anyone ever says that it doesn't hurt, their a damned liar. Perhaps someone could comment "It didn't hurt that bad," if they could tolerate the pain, but it hurts. So much. Going over the bone, I could tolerate, but I get these nasty muscular knots in my back and when it went over the knot it hurt so bad I actually shed a couple of tears. Pretty awful. But not so awful I'll never get another one...in fact, I have another planned, but for later, when I have more money.
I got a ticket. That sucked. It was for speeding, and for an expired inspection...on my Mother's van. ! I got charged for my mother's inspection. Argh. I got out of that part, though, and I had the speeding reduced, but not by much....oh well. Only my second ticket. It'll be ok. I hope.
So....we're on to general social matters....
In Greenville: I don't get to see Amanda very much...she's really busy with Art so I pretty much only see her when we drive. It's really disappointing. I hang out with Sarah sometimes now. That's good. I really like her. I also ran into the girl that used to model for my class, Vanessa. I had always wanted to talk to her, but I thought she might be weirded out by it. Then one day, I ran into her right before a movie ("Saved"...it was really good) and decided to take a chance and talk to her. That was good. I ended up going to Legends on Halloween with those two, as well as with Clayton and Sarah's friend Beth. That was special. I was supposed to be an Honorary Predator but I don't think it turned out so well. I didn't care, though. I love my roommate, Jenny. She's really nice and laid back and not annoying or anything. Way better than certain other girls with no hair and bad attitudes, who keep trying to talk to me, awkwardly enough. Anyway...I hang out with Clayton...way too much, by some people's opinions...He's the only person who ever tries to hang out, anyway, so what else should I do? Sit at home? Yeah....let's not write anything else about that subject...let's write about...oh, here, this is a *great* subject: Josh! Where do I begin? He got a job, so we didn't get to hang out as much, and when we did get to, we really got on each other's nerves. So...then I don't even know what happened. He left me a note one day to which I was unsure of how to reply, then called me up *really* pissed off and threatened me and stuff...I suppose I should have expected it. We talked things out, officially, but really, I don't trust him anymore. I'm not going to avoid him actively or anything, but I just don't even want to talk to him...I'm sure I'll miss him, in a friendly way, but it'll be ok. It happens to everyone. As a result....does anyone want a rabbit? Heh...
In Raleigh-ish Area: Yeah...No one ever calls David and myself except Erin, Rob, and Kenneth. Michael's all busy with Sydney and work, which is good for him, but sad for me. Shana...I don't even know what she's doing. Same with Paul and Star. None of them ever call. Anthony totally dropped off the face of the planet...or so it seems. Jared lives in my house and still never even see him. Mary calls everyone once in a while...that's good. I like her and I wish she was around more. Same with Jackie, but she and her David live kinda far away and have other lives. Erica is pretty much the same story...too busy and too far away to talk to me. Kenneth has taken to David quite well, so I see him often. He's really nice, but he gets really ridiculous when he drinks. David and I hosted this really exciting Pumpkin Carving one day. I enjoyed that. David had never carved a pumpkin in his life, thanks to his mother. Isn't that insane? His lack of practice translated into a not-so-good pumpkin. Heh. I carved Gir. So not original. Oh well. I invited Tony too, but he didn't come...something about his girlfriend not wanting to...that's sad. I never see him, either. I never go to the club. I never dance. That's disappointing. Dancing is good, even if I personally am not good at it. Yeah, anyway...now we come to Erin and Rob. They seem pretty ok...Erin's still pregnant....had a baby shower....we get to see them a lot, so there's not all that much that's really exciting to mention there...I talked to Bryce the other day...I worry about him sometimes, but there's nothing much I can do there...I also worry about Wendy but I haven't been able to write her yet...she had some health issues, so I should really get on that whole letter-writing thing. Yeah...I think David and I are going to have a party soon, so everyone who is able should attend. I'll call with details, unless I forget..which is likely.
My family: They seem to be ok...I see them every weekend...Matty's been really sick lately, but he seems to be getting better...David actually convinced him to come out to Legend's on Halloween. That was probably good for him. Momma seems ok...I need to dye her hair blue again. That'll be fun. My Daddy is ok, I guess...I think he's kinda sad...his job isn't so hot, and he just found out that my cousin, who's about 15 years older than I am, killed herself...he took it pretty hard, but not too hard. I never actually met the girl, nor had I even heard her name, so it didn't really personally affect me like it could have, but he watched her grow up and stuff, so that wasn't good for him. Kari and Joe seem fine...They got a house and stuff now. I thought Kari didn't like me for a while there, but I never got to confront her about it. It's ok though, because it's turned out fine after all. Kaina's acting all weird...I blame puberty. We'll see how that goes...Rachel walks around and says a few things now...it's exciting. Yeah. We're all going to have a big ol' Thanksgiving thing, I hope. I am kinda looking forward to it. I think we're going to see grandparents too, which will be good. Grandma Rachel reportedly got a lot better since they took her off of some medicine...like I said, I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and stuff.
So....I think this entry is plenty long enough now, even if it is all behind a cut...and I have a class to go to soon....so uh....yeah. Maybe I'll update more. Maybe not. Probably not, who am I kidding?