The past days have been with their slight ups and downs, though in summation I think I am chugging along with the things I Am Supposed To Do, Eventually quite well. Every day I wake up, look at the crap weather outside and do more than manage to feed myself and putter around on the internet counts as victory! Being social with other people besides the good times I have twice a week or so with the darling Miss
cheshire_tabby seems like so much of a hassle, now that it is cold and dreary, but I just gotta remember that everything is wonderful ONCE I ACTUALLY LEAVE THE HOUSE AND MEET THEM.
I would normally now segue into a pop culture-related topic and squee a bit (and there are many things to squee about!), but that is for a later entry. I hardly use this LJ for real serious thought besides the occasional wangst-fest, but bear with me here. Yesterday, I found out from an old classmate that one of the girls I knew at school had suddenly passed away from complications from blood poisoning. That she got from some random wound by accident. She was nineteen years-old. Isn't that just sad and more than alarming? It apparently happened in a really abrupt manner, just a few days ago did she check into the hospital for what were supposed to be some routine treatments, and then. Gone. The thing is, I don't really know what to really feel about this, since she and I were never close, but we knew each other by virtue of our extremely small school. She had this tempestuous relationship with one of the guys a year under me who in turn was close friends to one of mine. She was confident, and someone who was unapologetic about being who she was and getting all up in your face about it. She had her beefs with a lot of people, and in all honesty, I never really actually liked her that much, but this still came as a massive shock. You're not supposed to die at this age, not this way, not this sudden. I was talking about it with a few friends who did know her better, and I just hope that they're handling it okay. I keep looking at her FB page and all the messages that are piling up there, and what might just be the creepiest thing about it is that one of her last statuses is still on there that she wrote while in the hospital: her phone number and "I want to get out of here :(" ..................fuck.
Wherever you are right now Dani, I hope you're resting in peace.