the "happy" holidays
Today I got to wear my black silk old lady button up back blouse and brown suede high heel pump ankle boots. It felt so nice to be outside dressed up- being back in Rockledge through the holidays and in bed most of the time, it was like feeling the sunlight for the first time since winter.
I started coughing up blood last night and my doctor said during the check up (my excuse to get out and dress up)that I have to go back to a liquid diet until Sunday. I'm so hungry my ribs hurt. I've lost 5 pounds in a week and can't really swallow anything without wincing.
Such a pity as New Years is my favorite holiday and champagne is my beverage of choice!
Going to UCF makes you feel like a wounded dog who has no bark to warn anyone or get their attention so you can graduate or let alone just get into classes. I've written so many emails all this month trying to get help on how to register for classes that say there is no requirement for and then it soon follows when I try to sign up for the class that I need a permission number and I can't sign up for anything.
My parents like to question me, saying- What are you going to do Cristina??
I've done everything I could. I've beaten so many people senseless with questions and I get no answers. I'm even signing up for another major "in the mean time" because my parents don't want me to waste a semester (when I may not make the theatre audition to start in the fall) just working- when I am actually flat broke. They have always said, "take your time, it's no rush to go through college."- But now- apparently if I take one semester off, it's one too many and I'm going to take longer, when I could do it in four years. But the truth is I can't the way that everything is so ill-planned.
I just want to get back to my apartment and have the comfort of my boy and my friends. All of this is so much to juggle under the miseltoe of "the holidays".
I started coughing up blood last night and my doctor said during the check up (my excuse to get out and dress up)that I have to go back to a liquid diet until Sunday. I'm so hungry my ribs hurt. I've lost 5 pounds in a week and can't really swallow anything without wincing.
Such a pity as New Years is my favorite holiday and champagne is my beverage of choice!
Going to UCF makes you feel like a wounded dog who has no bark to warn anyone or get their attention so you can graduate or let alone just get into classes. I've written so many emails all this month trying to get help on how to register for classes that say there is no requirement for and then it soon follows when I try to sign up for the class that I need a permission number and I can't sign up for anything.
My parents like to question me, saying- What are you going to do Cristina??
I've done everything I could. I've beaten so many people senseless with questions and I get no answers. I'm even signing up for another major "in the mean time" because my parents don't want me to waste a semester (when I may not make the theatre audition to start in the fall) just working- when I am actually flat broke. They have always said, "take your time, it's no rush to go through college."- But now- apparently if I take one semester off, it's one too many and I'm going to take longer, when I could do it in four years. But the truth is I can't the way that everything is so ill-planned.
I just want to get back to my apartment and have the comfort of my boy and my friends. All of this is so much to juggle under the miseltoe of "the holidays".