Ohhhh I am so sad and nostalgic.
What's with these negative "nostalgic" quotes going around, by the way? Excuse me for reminiscing good times that have passed! Sheeeesh.
Well, we have to write a short story for our "Lost Domain" assignment. It's basically the same class but it combined intro with intermediate so... It's not much of a bother, I always welcome writing workshops, and there were a couple things that changed so I'm glad for that. The first time I did the assignment I used an original story idea which was one of the options the teacher preferred we didn't use. I did okay on it. This time I'm going with a personal memory.
And it's killing me a little.
I felt so at home and happy when we lived in Suisun! It's old news and my parents aren't even together anymore or living in Elk Grove so... Sigh. It's so sad. I'm still hoping my mom figures something out. It's bullshit that she quit her job, moved out of the ROOM she was renting, back in with my dad only to be forced to move to Southern California and live/take care of her mom. I don't believe it's that she didn't want to particularly do that, but... To not even be on your own or able to... It was fucked up of my dad to do.
Anyway, moving was the biggest thing that broke my heart in my whole life thus far. So when I looked up on Google Earth the address of the old house (I always used to call it that, haven't even thought about it in years) I was somewhat taken aback. It was strange. Everything came rushing back, all the good memories and fun times. Not even revolving around the particular event/memory I chose, which was "first love/crush." I was happiest living in that house.
The house itself was great for a duplex, too. Garage with windows - TWO, on the side. Big spacious living room. Downstairs bathroom and two upstairs with showers, one being a corner connector of mine and my sister's bedrooms. An attic. Decent kitchen (the size of my apartment's kitchen, now that I think about it) and backyard. I miss it so much. Lots of good memories in that house.
And then I decided to listen to a 90s music playlist on YouTube. Wrote a couple paragraphs but was entirely consumed by reminiscing times past. Then I felt like listening to Dream Street, me and Sam and I think Cece's favorite boy band. Oh, they were great. They were so terrible they were great. And so cute. What middle school girl could say no to cute boys in a boy band, right?
Ohhhh woe is me. I also was feeling a little weird and nostalgic the other day, too. Enough to try and reach out to someone I had long since dubbed my arch-nemesis. Sometimes you don't even have to let things go, you just have to own up to what you yourself did wrong. I did that. I'm not trying to get "closure" and make myself feel better - well, maybe I do want closure. But I think I miss the good times when we were friends. And even though it will probably never be patched up, I miss the friendship of the person I once absolutely made it my goal to despise forever.
Well... Class tomorrow and tons of HW to catch up on, if I can catch up on anything at this point. Sigh. Goodnight, people of Livejournal.... If anyone still reads this one.
o_o
Well, we have to write a short story for our "Lost Domain" assignment. It's basically the same class but it combined intro with intermediate so... It's not much of a bother, I always welcome writing workshops, and there were a couple things that changed so I'm glad for that. The first time I did the assignment I used an original story idea which was one of the options the teacher preferred we didn't use. I did okay on it. This time I'm going with a personal memory.
And it's killing me a little.
I felt so at home and happy when we lived in Suisun! It's old news and my parents aren't even together anymore or living in Elk Grove so... Sigh. It's so sad. I'm still hoping my mom figures something out. It's bullshit that she quit her job, moved out of the ROOM she was renting, back in with my dad only to be forced to move to Southern California and live/take care of her mom. I don't believe it's that she didn't want to particularly do that, but... To not even be on your own or able to... It was fucked up of my dad to do.
Anyway, moving was the biggest thing that broke my heart in my whole life thus far. So when I looked up on Google Earth the address of the old house (I always used to call it that, haven't even thought about it in years) I was somewhat taken aback. It was strange. Everything came rushing back, all the good memories and fun times. Not even revolving around the particular event/memory I chose, which was "first love/crush." I was happiest living in that house.
The house itself was great for a duplex, too. Garage with windows - TWO, on the side. Big spacious living room. Downstairs bathroom and two upstairs with showers, one being a corner connector of mine and my sister's bedrooms. An attic. Decent kitchen (the size of my apartment's kitchen, now that I think about it) and backyard. I miss it so much. Lots of good memories in that house.
And then I decided to listen to a 90s music playlist on YouTube. Wrote a couple paragraphs but was entirely consumed by reminiscing times past. Then I felt like listening to Dream Street, me and Sam and I think Cece's favorite boy band. Oh, they were great. They were so terrible they were great. And so cute. What middle school girl could say no to cute boys in a boy band, right?
Ohhhh woe is me. I also was feeling a little weird and nostalgic the other day, too. Enough to try and reach out to someone I had long since dubbed my arch-nemesis. Sometimes you don't even have to let things go, you just have to own up to what you yourself did wrong. I did that. I'm not trying to get "closure" and make myself feel better - well, maybe I do want closure. But I think I miss the good times when we were friends. And even though it will probably never be patched up, I miss the friendship of the person I once absolutely made it my goal to despise forever.
Well... Class tomorrow and tons of HW to catch up on, if I can catch up on anything at this point. Sigh. Goodnight, people of Livejournal.... If anyone still reads this one.
o_o