Strangeness...
So tired... so very tired...
I've decided to take a sabbatical from work, to focus on homework.
I'm not scheduled today, and I'm not supposed to be scheduled tomorrow, so I'm not going in either day.
I had a good class earlier, which was pretty cool. Talked about paleodemography, which is the study of societies through cemetaries/skeletal remains. I always have liked cemetaries.
I have a crappy class in a few hours, but I'll deal. I'm not feeling too good, but I think it's the tiredness, combined with coffee.
Anyway, I was thinking about talking to my ex-stepfather, or rather writing him through My Space... Had some things I wanted to say. It turns out, he doesn't have an account anymore, and all the the information he sent me has also been deleted. Thus, I'm relying on memory to try to recall what he told me. I know he's living in the boston area, and going to community college for nursing, I think either Bunker Hill or Bay State and I believe he's living in Winthrop... I could pay $10 for address information, but I'm not sure.. maybe I'll wait a while... I liked my space contact because it was detached, I didn't have to face him... I'm still not sure how I'd feel about seeing him... But a part of me also doesn't want to entirely lose contact with him. It's wierd and complicated. He is manipulative (but then again, so isn't my mother) and he put us through a lot of hell... But there's also a lot of good memories. I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for him, and I've finally started to like myself.
Ah, well... anyway... I think it's nap time now... sleep is good...
I've decided to take a sabbatical from work, to focus on homework.
I'm not scheduled today, and I'm not supposed to be scheduled tomorrow, so I'm not going in either day.
I had a good class earlier, which was pretty cool. Talked about paleodemography, which is the study of societies through cemetaries/skeletal remains. I always have liked cemetaries.
I have a crappy class in a few hours, but I'll deal. I'm not feeling too good, but I think it's the tiredness, combined with coffee.
Anyway, I was thinking about talking to my ex-stepfather, or rather writing him through My Space... Had some things I wanted to say. It turns out, he doesn't have an account anymore, and all the the information he sent me has also been deleted. Thus, I'm relying on memory to try to recall what he told me. I know he's living in the boston area, and going to community college for nursing, I think either Bunker Hill or Bay State and I believe he's living in Winthrop... I could pay $10 for address information, but I'm not sure.. maybe I'll wait a while... I liked my space contact because it was detached, I didn't have to face him... I'm still not sure how I'd feel about seeing him... But a part of me also doesn't want to entirely lose contact with him. It's wierd and complicated. He is manipulative (but then again, so isn't my mother) and he put us through a lot of hell... But there's also a lot of good memories. I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for him, and I've finally started to like myself.
Ah, well... anyway... I think it's nap time now... sleep is good...