Dear Journal...
My mom recently told me that she's been keeping up with my livejournal and wished that I would post more. I've also wanted to keep a journal (like people did at the turn of the century) just to log the events of the day. Since I type faster than I write, this is going to be my attempt to do that. For those of you interested in the minutiae of my daily life (I'm sure it will be fascinating! *shakes head and grins*) read on. For everyone else, I promise I'll post really interesting stuff from time to time. Really. *grins*
Today I had planned to call Jon in the morning and go work with him. I miss working with him and the fun we had. It wasn't always easy and sometimes I resisted working with him, but I almost always ended up having fun, and I think he enjoys having someone to work with, at least most of the time.
Instead, I was lazy. I didn't drag my sorry ass out of bed until noon, which is unacceptable as far as I'm concerned, especially since I went to bed as early as 1 am. Who really needs eleven hours of sleep? Really. *sighs*
So, I lazed around the house (instead of cleaning, or sewing, or any of the other stuff that I should have done if I wasn't going to work with Jon) and watched TV with Ben.
When I got to work at two, I was dragging. This is why eleven hours of sleep is WAY more than I need. Ever. I was excited to see Chelsea and Cheryl, whom I haven't worked with in a while, and I was even more excited to see that I'd been working almost all of my shift with Courtney and Shannon (and of course, Penny), who are some of my favorite people to work with. Courtney and I get each other on a weird level, and it's a lot of fun. We have the same deadpan humor and we like to razz each other. It's good times. Shannon I think of as my adopted mother. She has two sons and I think that she's always sort of wanted a daughter, and that working with me offers her that to a certain extent. I don't know if she feels that way about me (I hope she does), but I feel that way about her. She's awesome and fun. Definitely a kindred spirit, and I really like working with her. I hope that before I leave, I get to know her much better.
That's the only downside about moving in a year. I'm making all of these connections with people, and I know I'm going to miss them so very much when we move away. Don't get me wrong, I want to move. It's my idea to move. But... I've met some really special people here, and it makes me sad that where I want to go takes me out of their lives.
My dad called me yesterday while I was waiting in line at Best Buy. My dog got really sick and had to be put to sleep. She was more my dad's dog than anyone's, and he's really torn up about it. He said he cried the entire time she was at the vets, since he pretty much knew as soon as they got there that he wasn't going to be able to help her get better this time.
Both my sisters called me and told me that they were really torn up about it. I was surprised at how hard my sister Sarah took it, since she didn't live with Mariah as long as even Theresa did (I lived with her the longest, except for my dad), but she's always been the most emotionally sensitive of the three of us sisters.
It's weird to think that my dog is gone. I miss her, but I knew that she was getting old and sick, and had been preparing myself for it for a while. I try to tell myself that's why I'm not as upset about it, why I haven't cried about it, but I honestly don't know why I'm not upset, why I haven't cried.
I cry about everything, in movies, in books, on TV. But if something happens to me in real life, nada. No tears about anything in my life that's sad. If I'm really frustrated about something, of course, then I can't control the sobbing, but I don't cry when something sad happens. I wonder why.
In other news:
Ben got the Lego Star Wars game the other day. It has a co-op mode, so as soon as we got home, we set up it and started playing. It's a LOT of fun. The only thing that bothers me is the un-changeable camera angle (which is understandable, I suppose) and the fact that, in co-op mode, you can't get too far away from the other player, which makes things like exploring and collecting money hard. *shrugs* It's a really fun game. I highly recommend it. And when non-player characters die, they give each other a startled look, and then fall to pieces. It's pretty funny. Crushing enemies with The Force is fun too.
Today I had planned to call Jon in the morning and go work with him. I miss working with him and the fun we had. It wasn't always easy and sometimes I resisted working with him, but I almost always ended up having fun, and I think he enjoys having someone to work with, at least most of the time.
Instead, I was lazy. I didn't drag my sorry ass out of bed until noon, which is unacceptable as far as I'm concerned, especially since I went to bed as early as 1 am. Who really needs eleven hours of sleep? Really. *sighs*
So, I lazed around the house (instead of cleaning, or sewing, or any of the other stuff that I should have done if I wasn't going to work with Jon) and watched TV with Ben.
When I got to work at two, I was dragging. This is why eleven hours of sleep is WAY more than I need. Ever. I was excited to see Chelsea and Cheryl, whom I haven't worked with in a while, and I was even more excited to see that I'd been working almost all of my shift with Courtney and Shannon (and of course, Penny), who are some of my favorite people to work with. Courtney and I get each other on a weird level, and it's a lot of fun. We have the same deadpan humor and we like to razz each other. It's good times. Shannon I think of as my adopted mother. She has two sons and I think that she's always sort of wanted a daughter, and that working with me offers her that to a certain extent. I don't know if she feels that way about me (I hope she does), but I feel that way about her. She's awesome and fun. Definitely a kindred spirit, and I really like working with her. I hope that before I leave, I get to know her much better.
That's the only downside about moving in a year. I'm making all of these connections with people, and I know I'm going to miss them so very much when we move away. Don't get me wrong, I want to move. It's my idea to move. But... I've met some really special people here, and it makes me sad that where I want to go takes me out of their lives.
My dad called me yesterday while I was waiting in line at Best Buy. My dog got really sick and had to be put to sleep. She was more my dad's dog than anyone's, and he's really torn up about it. He said he cried the entire time she was at the vets, since he pretty much knew as soon as they got there that he wasn't going to be able to help her get better this time.
Both my sisters called me and told me that they were really torn up about it. I was surprised at how hard my sister Sarah took it, since she didn't live with Mariah as long as even Theresa did (I lived with her the longest, except for my dad), but she's always been the most emotionally sensitive of the three of us sisters.
It's weird to think that my dog is gone. I miss her, but I knew that she was getting old and sick, and had been preparing myself for it for a while. I try to tell myself that's why I'm not as upset about it, why I haven't cried about it, but I honestly don't know why I'm not upset, why I haven't cried.
I cry about everything, in movies, in books, on TV. But if something happens to me in real life, nada. No tears about anything in my life that's sad. If I'm really frustrated about something, of course, then I can't control the sobbing, but I don't cry when something sad happens. I wonder why.
In other news:
Ben got the Lego Star Wars game the other day. It has a co-op mode, so as soon as we got home, we set up it and started playing. It's a LOT of fun. The only thing that bothers me is the un-changeable camera angle (which is understandable, I suppose) and the fact that, in co-op mode, you can't get too far away from the other player, which makes things like exploring and collecting money hard. *shrugs* It's a really fun game. I highly recommend it. And when non-player characters die, they give each other a startled look, and then fall to pieces. It's pretty funny. Crushing enemies with The Force is fun too.