"My love for you is so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear"
Life for me has been very hectic lately. The weekend of my birthday I went to San Francisco with my parents and visited my Pere, who is sick, and my Nana. I can't really put into words how I feel about it all, or what it is to watch your father get ready for the death of his.
My mom went with me to Safeway where she said I could pick out any alcohol I liked. Jack Daniel's it was, to my mother and father's and my uncle Richard's amusement . . . . I went to bed after having a small glass. It was a very bizarre day, because it was a full week after I had had to stop taking ibuprofen, and the pain was making me really sedated. But it was a good day. On my actual birthday day, which was on Sunday, my mom and I went into Berkeley and hung out. We went to Ann's diner and to Shakespeare and Company Bookstore. Also Amoeba (duh), where I bought a few cds. Then we walked around the campus some more, and got coffee. I was upset slightly, because we were talking about school and what I wanted to do with my life, which always serves to freak me out. But it was good, and I made some decisions, and we had a blast overall. I wore my new blue velvet coat and my hippie shirt and I felt really happy. My mom bought me some really nice earrings and on the bus back to San Fran me ran into my cousin Annette, which was awesome. I hadn't seen her for awhile and we had a little time to chat. The evening we went back home.
My next weekend was crazy with babysitting and my friend Vu and I hung out a lot on Thursday in celebration of the postponement of our speeches. I did my speech the next week and I think it went really well, though I haven’t got my grade back yet.
This weekend I hung out with Rachel and Amanda on Thursday, and also Vu earlier on. That whole day was really great. We (Rachel, Amanda, and I) were all in some sort of sickness, so we were all crazy, unhappy, and hiper at the same time. We played board games at the QB, and then had some dinner (cursed V for Vendetta for not being out yet), and sung along to Amanda's ipod. It was good times. Then I waited around for Stanford to call on Friday and Saturday . . . . and Sunday. And I did a lot of babysitting, talking to Claire (actually, that was on Thursday night), and writing to Claire and organizing her remix (still switching up things on that), and trying to sleep. Then on Monday Vanessa and I went to Berkeley and it was rad. We went to this stellar half-price bookstore, got coffee to warm us up (before going to the bookstore), we explored the campus (I bought a sweater for my mom), and had some really good talk time. We got our ears talked off by a jewelry salesman (who did give us excellent deals) (Vanessa is much better at avoiding and escaping these things than I am, and I got caught twice by him, though I must say he was very nice and seemed like a neat sort of hippy), and then went to lunch at an Irish pub. Then I discovered the joys of using my debit card, and we did some more shopping and exploring. We then promptly got lost in the rain. Luckily we had our umbrellas, and Berkeley is small. I actually enjoyed the adventure. I mean, even in the cold and rain, Berkeley still steals my heart. We got directions from a very helpful young lady, and then worked our ways back to the bart station with a few more shopping stops on the way. Then we went into San Francisco and walked to the mall with the Cheesecake Factory. Which gave us a chance to get warmed and sugared up. Fucking yes. We stopped into a couple of stores, but didn't do any more shopping, and on the bart ride home we napped while some weird dude stared at us (I didn't see this because I was really sort of sleeping, but Vanessa told me about it. Apparently it was the same guy who was earlier making loud and annoying conversation on his cell phone. Bastard.). The drive back to Turlock was easy enough, and quiet because we were both really tired, though happy.
Now I have to go to Stanford tomorrow, which means I will be missing three tests (two in my art history classes and one in my regular history class). Which is precisely what I was worried about. I'm not going up there to have the surgery, but to talk about it, and even that is costing me school. I think I can make up one of the tests, but the other two are probably lost. Bleck.
Anyway, I am babysitting tonight, and whatever they tell me tomorrow at Stanford, I hope it triggers an immediate result in surgery, or SOME SOLUTION, whatever it is, so that I can GET ON WITH MY LIFE. Shit.