It's Been a While
Okay, so, let's see...
Mary's wedding was lovely, I had a really good time. It was so nice to celebrate with so many friends. I've been holed up in the apartment so much lately that it was nice to see everyone. Mary was gorgeous and really looked fantastic. The ceremony was a bit churchy for my taste, but hey, each to their own. The reception was great fun, like I said, a really nice celebration, which is what I think receptions should be.
Like I said last time, I got the job at Maxwell House, I start training on monday. Now don't get me wrong, I'm pretty excited about it, but the thought of working Friday-Sunday on twelve hour shifts isn't appealing to me. Plus, it means that my weekends are gone. I mean, I'll have the rest of the week off, but I'm just hoping everyone won't be too busy with school and stuff to hang out.
Speaking of school, I'm actually really looking forward to going back. Well, to be honest, not entirely. But, the more I think about becoming a teacher, the more I want to get started right now. If I don't take too long going back, I figure I could be teaching by the time I'm 26, which would be pretty cool. I like the idea of being the fun young teacher at a school.
So anyway, Our upstairs neighbors are total tools. They keep partying and thumping around all hours of the night. In and of itself, this I can tolerate. However, it's the drunken arguments and yelling in the parking lot and, more importantly, the peeing off their balcony onto the grass (which puddles inches from our "Brit-room" window) that really irks me. I mean, we got the desktop fixed so I spend a lot of late night hours on it (thanks to dad giving me a stack of computer games he didn't want anymore) and I'll just hear this splattering noise. ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! We complained to our landlord, who was really nice about the whole thing. She dragged them in for a little chat.... but that was last week and tonight they did it again. Soooo.... I called the cops on them. I don't know if the cops ever showed up, but they quieted down ten minutes later... I'd just love for the cops to catch them in the act of defiling our lawn, just once! Oh well...
Yeah, so my training is monday at 8:30 am... yet here I am up at three something in the morning, unable to sleep. Bleh.
Oh, so as many might know, I read to Laura before bed.... well, I read her Terry Pratchett before bed. We just finished Wyrd Sisters and much to my delight, she loves the witches. I think that reading to her is one of my favorite things to do.
On the subject of favorite things... Laura is the best. She's always so understanding of me, so patient when many others in the past would have just walked out on me. We learned the other day that I definetly should not stop taking my St. John's Wort... I was feeling fine so I forgot to take it and crashed into a horrible funk.... then to top it all off, my back seized up and that combined with my stress about our income and brought on one of my episodes. I mean, lately Max hasn't been too bad, but he just wouldn't shut up. In the past year or so, whenever he starts in on me really strongly, I've developed this tendency of curling up in the fetal position and kind of going into a trance, just trying to shut him and everything out of my head. It really freaks out Laura, but sometimes it just needs to happen. It's like a sneeze. If I hold it in and bottle it up it just gets worse and worse, but if I just do my thing, it gets better. However, this time, I apparently did it differntly because when I snapped out of it (thanks to Laura shaking me) I had my hands over my ears and I was sobbing. Like, hardcore sobbing. Like, little-kid's-mom-just-died-sobbing. It was a little unnerving. But when I looked up at Laura, she was crying too and stoking my hair and making soothing noises. Like I said, she has more patience than she gives herself credit for. I've tried for so long in my life to hide my episodes, often from the people I've been romantically involved with, and part of me still hates the fact that I do it infront of her sometimes, yet part of me feels really comforted by the fact that obviously, I'm comfortable enough to have my episodes in a natural way in her presence. Infact, a majority of my episodes do happen infront of her. A stange, but yet comforting turn of events.
But as I said, I love her to bits. She always makes me feel better. And while I often worry that because of my episodes, I put too much strain on her, but never because of any reaction from her. It's just my plain, ordinary fear of driving her away, which thankfully, I haven't done yet.
So yeah, in summary, life is good.
Mary's wedding was lovely, I had a really good time. It was so nice to celebrate with so many friends. I've been holed up in the apartment so much lately that it was nice to see everyone. Mary was gorgeous and really looked fantastic. The ceremony was a bit churchy for my taste, but hey, each to their own. The reception was great fun, like I said, a really nice celebration, which is what I think receptions should be.
Like I said last time, I got the job at Maxwell House, I start training on monday. Now don't get me wrong, I'm pretty excited about it, but the thought of working Friday-Sunday on twelve hour shifts isn't appealing to me. Plus, it means that my weekends are gone. I mean, I'll have the rest of the week off, but I'm just hoping everyone won't be too busy with school and stuff to hang out.
Speaking of school, I'm actually really looking forward to going back. Well, to be honest, not entirely. But, the more I think about becoming a teacher, the more I want to get started right now. If I don't take too long going back, I figure I could be teaching by the time I'm 26, which would be pretty cool. I like the idea of being the fun young teacher at a school.
So anyway, Our upstairs neighbors are total tools. They keep partying and thumping around all hours of the night. In and of itself, this I can tolerate. However, it's the drunken arguments and yelling in the parking lot and, more importantly, the peeing off their balcony onto the grass (which puddles inches from our "Brit-room" window) that really irks me. I mean, we got the desktop fixed so I spend a lot of late night hours on it (thanks to dad giving me a stack of computer games he didn't want anymore) and I'll just hear this splattering noise. ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! We complained to our landlord, who was really nice about the whole thing. She dragged them in for a little chat.... but that was last week and tonight they did it again. Soooo.... I called the cops on them. I don't know if the cops ever showed up, but they quieted down ten minutes later... I'd just love for the cops to catch them in the act of defiling our lawn, just once! Oh well...
Yeah, so my training is monday at 8:30 am... yet here I am up at three something in the morning, unable to sleep. Bleh.
Oh, so as many might know, I read to Laura before bed.... well, I read her Terry Pratchett before bed. We just finished Wyrd Sisters and much to my delight, she loves the witches. I think that reading to her is one of my favorite things to do.
On the subject of favorite things... Laura is the best. She's always so understanding of me, so patient when many others in the past would have just walked out on me. We learned the other day that I definetly should not stop taking my St. John's Wort... I was feeling fine so I forgot to take it and crashed into a horrible funk.... then to top it all off, my back seized up and that combined with my stress about our income and brought on one of my episodes. I mean, lately Max hasn't been too bad, but he just wouldn't shut up. In the past year or so, whenever he starts in on me really strongly, I've developed this tendency of curling up in the fetal position and kind of going into a trance, just trying to shut him and everything out of my head. It really freaks out Laura, but sometimes it just needs to happen. It's like a sneeze. If I hold it in and bottle it up it just gets worse and worse, but if I just do my thing, it gets better. However, this time, I apparently did it differntly because when I snapped out of it (thanks to Laura shaking me) I had my hands over my ears and I was sobbing. Like, hardcore sobbing. Like, little-kid's-mom-just-died-sobbing. It was a little unnerving. But when I looked up at Laura, she was crying too and stoking my hair and making soothing noises. Like I said, she has more patience than she gives herself credit for. I've tried for so long in my life to hide my episodes, often from the people I've been romantically involved with, and part of me still hates the fact that I do it infront of her sometimes, yet part of me feels really comforted by the fact that obviously, I'm comfortable enough to have my episodes in a natural way in her presence. Infact, a majority of my episodes do happen infront of her. A stange, but yet comforting turn of events.
But as I said, I love her to bits. She always makes me feel better. And while I often worry that because of my episodes, I put too much strain on her, but never because of any reaction from her. It's just my plain, ordinary fear of driving her away, which thankfully, I haven't done yet.
So yeah, in summary, life is good.