it's that time of the day again
this morning hasn't been too shabby. i woke up all on my own, after a comfortable five hours of almost naked sleep. now if i could just somehow erase most of yesterday from existance...
i talked....
...in the middle of that sentance, who should call me but my mom. i just hung up with her. RAH! she's calling back in an hour to check on me and make sure i've set up an appointment with an advisor and looked up my calc professor's office hours. :sigh:
back to what i was saying: i talked to my mom yesterday through AIM. it was mostly a sad convorsation. i apologized for being a shitty daughter, and since she didnt reply, i guess she agrees. i feel bad though, because i've been added to her list of things that are depressing (and she's givin me quite a few things to add to mine). the list looked something like this:
aunt marie is doing terrible (she's got cancer)
grampa might have cancer
my daughter is giving up on her future
i have always been kinda a grampa's girl, so to hear this really upset me. however, since he hasnt seen a specialist yet (hes going next week), im trying to keep my hopes up.
i learned from two of my friends yesterday that if your problems are not as bad as some one else's, then you don't have any problems. there is a lot i can say (and have said) about this, including agreeing that my life could be worse, but mostly i just want to say that different people take different things differently. i understand that someone who has, say, had someone they were close with die, might not think my problems are much to fret about. however, i am still fretting, and i would like to think that my friends would stand by me and support me, whether they find my problems trivial or not. i always support my friends, and i cant always feel what theyre feeling. this last paragraph made no sense, but i had to get something about that out.
on a happier note, mitch, rosie, and carrington are still great. greater than great even. i <3 you guys.
and on a still happier note, last night i slept in nothing but my panties. it was nice.
i talked....
...in the middle of that sentance, who should call me but my mom. i just hung up with her. RAH! she's calling back in an hour to check on me and make sure i've set up an appointment with an advisor and looked up my calc professor's office hours. :sigh:
back to what i was saying: i talked to my mom yesterday through AIM. it was mostly a sad convorsation. i apologized for being a shitty daughter, and since she didnt reply, i guess she agrees. i feel bad though, because i've been added to her list of things that are depressing (and she's givin me quite a few things to add to mine). the list looked something like this:
aunt marie is doing terrible (she's got cancer)
grampa might have cancer
my daughter is giving up on her future
i have always been kinda a grampa's girl, so to hear this really upset me. however, since he hasnt seen a specialist yet (hes going next week), im trying to keep my hopes up.
i learned from two of my friends yesterday that if your problems are not as bad as some one else's, then you don't have any problems. there is a lot i can say (and have said) about this, including agreeing that my life could be worse, but mostly i just want to say that different people take different things differently. i understand that someone who has, say, had someone they were close with die, might not think my problems are much to fret about. however, i am still fretting, and i would like to think that my friends would stand by me and support me, whether they find my problems trivial or not. i always support my friends, and i cant always feel what theyre feeling. this last paragraph made no sense, but i had to get something about that out.
on a happier note, mitch, rosie, and carrington are still great. greater than great even. i <3 you guys.
and on a still happier note, last night i slept in nothing but my panties. it was nice.