In which I whine for a few minutes
I'm not going to talk about the whole series of mass shootings (and attempted ones) here. I've got too many things to say and too many raw emotions still going, so it's best if I skip this part.
I did get to see Skyfall with Mom on Saturday. We went to a surprisingly packed matinee showing at our close movie theater. I'd been asking to go with her since it came out a month ago. We finally were able to feel like it and do it Saturday. The movie was fantastic. There were so many nods to the previous Bond movies that it was an enjoyable romp like Bond films are supposed to be (the previous two with Daniel were just too serious and angsty). You should really see it in the theater if you can get the chance. The first sequence on rooftops and trains with motorcycles alone is worth it. And holy crap, Javier Bardem is such a creepy creeeeeepy villain I totally didn't see the ending coming (I hadn't watched more than the trailer, which is how I like to do for any movie I'm sure I want to see in the theater, because I want to be surprised and go with the movie in the moment).
However, there were a couple of downsides. This was the first time I've been in a movie theater since the Aurora shooting. I didn't realize I was doing it at the time, but I recognized later that I had sat there for the first minute or so and planned how I would hide and/or run if a guy with a gun came into the theater. That's sad. That's really disheartening that it's even something that someone might think about. No one should be in fear in movie theaters, malls, planes, parking lots, and schools.
The other downside: whoever the bastard was who sat in the seat prior to me decided to leave his germs on it. I've caught the flu. It's fucking miserable. I thought I had food poisoning after I was running a fever and having massive GI problems Monday. I felt a little better yesterday morning, but by yesterday evening, I hurt like crazy and was hot as hell. At first I thought that maybe the pain and heat were autoimmune/thyroid related (as it sometimes is), but after discussing it with Mom, we figured that it's more likely flu, since it took about 48 hours to really start to take effect, and 72 to feel fully crappy. Last night, between when I went to bed at midnight and now, I've changed my clothes from long-sleeved tshirt, pants, and socks to short-sleeve tshirt, boxers, and no socks four times already. It feels like my cartilage is on fire. I swear the sutures between cranium pieces (immovable joints) hurt. I'm so thrilled that I get to spend this week feeling like death. And I've decided to not go to the doctor about this. First, I'll have to wait and wait and hope that there's someone to see. Then, while I'm waiting, I have to make sure that no one coughs on me and gives me something else (I tend to get bronchitis as a secondary infection to flu). Third, there's really nothing a doc in the clinic will do but say "go home and rest." So there's no point, really. Which SUCKS, but that's what it is.
So I'm staying home, though it's not like I was really planning on going anywhere, and pushing fluids and trying not to cry in pain and frustration.
There is some good news though: I got an A in Intro to Computers! I'm so happy that I was able to pull that out even though I missed a lot of deadlines in the last couple of weeks because of Cole (the instructor was very understanding and helped me out by giving me the bare minimum to do to complete the last assignment). I still got an F in English since I just stopped doing the work halfway through because the two classes together were giving me panic attacks. However, my GPA is still in the low 3s so I'm perfectly content.
Sis got into nursing school! She'd been told she was an alternate for the program in Kingwood which is across the city (almost 2 hour drive), and was very dispondant about the whole thing. She came very close to just throwing up her hands and saying "Fuck it." But she didn't and found out that she was accepted into the program that's at the nearby campus! She's finished all of the requirements and is just waiting to hear about her class schedule--they enroll her in the classes and practicals and just let her know what her schedule is. I have to wait until she gets that info before I can sign up for my A&P class, which is my last prereq before attempting to get into my certificate program.
So, on the whole, things are good, but some stuff could be better. I can't believe I'm turning 32 in less than a week. This year seems to have flown by.
I did get to see Skyfall with Mom on Saturday. We went to a surprisingly packed matinee showing at our close movie theater. I'd been asking to go with her since it came out a month ago. We finally were able to feel like it and do it Saturday. The movie was fantastic. There were so many nods to the previous Bond movies that it was an enjoyable romp like Bond films are supposed to be (the previous two with Daniel were just too serious and angsty). You should really see it in the theater if you can get the chance. The first sequence on rooftops and trains with motorcycles alone is worth it. And holy crap, Javier Bardem is such a creepy creeeeeepy villain I totally didn't see the ending coming (I hadn't watched more than the trailer, which is how I like to do for any movie I'm sure I want to see in the theater, because I want to be surprised and go with the movie in the moment).
However, there were a couple of downsides. This was the first time I've been in a movie theater since the Aurora shooting. I didn't realize I was doing it at the time, but I recognized later that I had sat there for the first minute or so and planned how I would hide and/or run if a guy with a gun came into the theater. That's sad. That's really disheartening that it's even something that someone might think about. No one should be in fear in movie theaters, malls, planes, parking lots, and schools.
The other downside: whoever the bastard was who sat in the seat prior to me decided to leave his germs on it. I've caught the flu. It's fucking miserable. I thought I had food poisoning after I was running a fever and having massive GI problems Monday. I felt a little better yesterday morning, but by yesterday evening, I hurt like crazy and was hot as hell. At first I thought that maybe the pain and heat were autoimmune/thyroid related (as it sometimes is), but after discussing it with Mom, we figured that it's more likely flu, since it took about 48 hours to really start to take effect, and 72 to feel fully crappy. Last night, between when I went to bed at midnight and now, I've changed my clothes from long-sleeved tshirt, pants, and socks to short-sleeve tshirt, boxers, and no socks four times already. It feels like my cartilage is on fire. I swear the sutures between cranium pieces (immovable joints) hurt. I'm so thrilled that I get to spend this week feeling like death. And I've decided to not go to the doctor about this. First, I'll have to wait and wait and hope that there's someone to see. Then, while I'm waiting, I have to make sure that no one coughs on me and gives me something else (I tend to get bronchitis as a secondary infection to flu). Third, there's really nothing a doc in the clinic will do but say "go home and rest." So there's no point, really. Which SUCKS, but that's what it is.
So I'm staying home, though it's not like I was really planning on going anywhere, and pushing fluids and trying not to cry in pain and frustration.
There is some good news though: I got an A in Intro to Computers! I'm so happy that I was able to pull that out even though I missed a lot of deadlines in the last couple of weeks because of Cole (the instructor was very understanding and helped me out by giving me the bare minimum to do to complete the last assignment). I still got an F in English since I just stopped doing the work halfway through because the two classes together were giving me panic attacks. However, my GPA is still in the low 3s so I'm perfectly content.
Sis got into nursing school! She'd been told she was an alternate for the program in Kingwood which is across the city (almost 2 hour drive), and was very dispondant about the whole thing. She came very close to just throwing up her hands and saying "Fuck it." But she didn't and found out that she was accepted into the program that's at the nearby campus! She's finished all of the requirements and is just waiting to hear about her class schedule--they enroll her in the classes and practicals and just let her know what her schedule is. I have to wait until she gets that info before I can sign up for my A&P class, which is my last prereq before attempting to get into my certificate program.
So, on the whole, things are good, but some stuff could be better. I can't believe I'm turning 32 in less than a week. This year seems to have flown by.