It is what it is/It'll work itself out.
I think I'm getting a lot more used to staying over in Boston, or rather I'm starting to feel more comfortable here. Its still a little strange, but I don't feel like I am such a burden on them (the people I'm staying with) anymore.
I got my jaw fixed last week. Cait brought me to the appointment and then sat with me while I was waking up from my drug induced sleep/crying because my jaw hurt. She's so observant that one. One of the nurses gave me some medicine for the pain and when she asked if it was working Cait said "Yeah, cause she's not rubbing her feet together anymore." Anyway, post getting needles stabbed in my face, Cait and I went to, where else, but the Galleria. I bought her a Caesar wrap from D'Angelos as promised, and then I ate a chalupa. Since then my jaw has been great. I can actually open my mouth like a normal person now, and it doesn't hurt anymore. I do, however, still rock the night guard.
Hmmmm....what else? I've slowly been packing up my room back on campus. This past Thursday Cait and I watched the episode of LOST that we had missed the night before, then she passed out in my bed for a few hours while I worked on cleaning. I managed to remove 3 trash bags of garbage and 1 bag of clothes that I don't want anymore, but my room still looked pretty ridiculous.
I went back yesterday for a while and cleaned out my desk and drawers, packed up my cds and dvds, and threw away even more garbage. I'm planning on going back over in a little bit to finish up, but pretty much all that's left is stuffing my bedding and any remaining clothes into my suitcases. Which reminds me, I need to pick up some packing tape.
I guess that's about all I have for now, except that it finally stopped raining for more than two seconds, and I've actually seen the sun, even if it was just briefly, for about 5 days in a row. w00t!
Alright, time for my stinky self to get into the shower and then try and be somewhat productive.
Peace out.
p.s. I finally heard from Ashley yesterday, which was good, because it means that she hasn't gone and killed herself without me and Cait.
I got my jaw fixed last week. Cait brought me to the appointment and then sat with me while I was waking up from my drug induced sleep/crying because my jaw hurt. She's so observant that one. One of the nurses gave me some medicine for the pain and when she asked if it was working Cait said "Yeah, cause she's not rubbing her feet together anymore." Anyway, post getting needles stabbed in my face, Cait and I went to, where else, but the Galleria. I bought her a Caesar wrap from D'Angelos as promised, and then I ate a chalupa. Since then my jaw has been great. I can actually open my mouth like a normal person now, and it doesn't hurt anymore. I do, however, still rock the night guard.
Hmmmm....what else? I've slowly been packing up my room back on campus. This past Thursday Cait and I watched the episode of LOST that we had missed the night before, then she passed out in my bed for a few hours while I worked on cleaning. I managed to remove 3 trash bags of garbage and 1 bag of clothes that I don't want anymore, but my room still looked pretty ridiculous.
I went back yesterday for a while and cleaned out my desk and drawers, packed up my cds and dvds, and threw away even more garbage. I'm planning on going back over in a little bit to finish up, but pretty much all that's left is stuffing my bedding and any remaining clothes into my suitcases. Which reminds me, I need to pick up some packing tape.
I guess that's about all I have for now, except that it finally stopped raining for more than two seconds, and I've actually seen the sun, even if it was just briefly, for about 5 days in a row. w00t!
Alright, time for my stinky self to get into the shower and then try and be somewhat productive.
Peace out.
p.s. I finally heard from Ashley yesterday, which was good, because it means that she hasn't gone and killed herself without me and Cait.