odds and ends
Well, I finally finished that paper on Piers Plowman. It was awful. I can certainly think of quite a lot of things I would have done in exchange for not having to write that damn brain. It was as if some little Pac-man thing was chomping away at my brain/head. I'm surprised that I'm still functioning. It's no wonder my cough is back for the night. Lucky me, I have a mommy who just made me thera-flu.
I'm at my mom's house right now, spending the night because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, though I'm quite frustrated that I'm missing my 11:00 class because of it. Then it's rush straight back to the college for a class.
I brought a huge load of books home from the college, getting a small jumpstart on the moving process, since I'm graduating and will no longer be living on campus. We all know that I'm not staying at my mom's anymore because we don't get along and she cannot accept my lifestyle, whereas my father can. These days it's almost impossible to even be around her. First, I'm still highly resentful about some of the things she said to me on that night of the "blue lipstick" fiasco. She herself would tell me to 'just get over it,' without admitting, or possibly even realizing how hurtful some of her comments were. I've been dealing with her semi to full-blown verbal abuse for too many years, and I'm just sick of it. It's this crazy, twisted, emotional cycle. . .
I mean, I am fully aware of how lucky I am in my life, even to have a mother like her who has done so much for me. I am, admittedly, a spoiled brat of an only child. I am very privileged. I mean, I don't know anyone else who has a mother who will randomly take them on fantastical shopping sprees or get to go to trips to New Orleans or Hawaii. However, while she does all that, she is still very controlling over me, and whenever she realizes that the control is slipping away from her, she panics, gets angry, and attacks me. When I'm doing something she doesn't approve of, she will do just about anything to change my "inappropriate" ways.
The other reason why it is now difficult to be around her is because of the new lifestyle and interests I have taken up in the past three months. I couldn't possibly tell her about Bondage a GoGo, and all the fabulous and kinky things that I have done there. Well, I could, but that would just be bad. All capital letters: B-A-D!
But it's really sad to see my room over here now. Once we realized that I wouldn't be returning here, she immediately took the liberty to start changing my room into the multi-purpose room, and now when I am here, I sleep on a futon in the computer room, since she took my bedframe and mattress into their room, and got rid of their old bed (understandably, since it was about 30 years old). Books have been moved around, and today she nearly set a date about when all my stuff needs to be out and either put in storage or moved to my dad's. It's very unfortunate that my room at his place is 1/3--if not 50% small than my room here. I have no idea what I am going to do with it all. I am so not looking foward to the time that I start going through all of my stuff, weeding it out, organizing, and all that silly jazz. It's going to be messy, making me really tempermental. So, you should all ignore the massive amounts of profanity coming from my hometown.
So, what else should I ramble about? I have lots to do tomorrow, including too much reading, a grant proposal, and laundry. Then I need to start preparing my topics for two 10-page essays, one on Victorian fairy tales, and the other that involves a story called The Bloody Chamber and Justine, by the Marquis de Sade. Wednesday I will be assigned a specific passage from a random text for another 2-page essay. I really have no business going to the club this Wednesday, but knowing me and my discipline methods and my skewed priorities, there's a 85% change that I'm going no matter what. But I did bring in some of my photos from that second photo shoot to the club, and they were a hit! That made me all bouncy and giddy. =)
Oh! A couple weeks ago, as I was getting lost over by Market & Hayes, on my way to a friend's house, I ran into someone I knew from high school. He called my name and though he looked familiar, I couldnt' remember his name nor where I knew him from until he told me, and I just about died on the sidewalk. Totally shocking and coincidental!
Well, I think that's about enough. Not exciting; I know this. If you want the *juicy* details about what's going on around me and such, you'll have to call or ask in person. Even then, I might make you beg for the details, that is, if I really am going to tell you in the first place. Good night!!