Love, Loss, and The Skywalkers
I'm gonna look that one up...I swear!
I think I've figured out the whole lack of good Luke/Mara fics. See, once Vision of the Future came out, everyone got excited and started writing wedding fics. Then Union came out and everyone started writing the baby fics and the "oh we're a big happy family now let's all go on adventures together" fics. Then the NJO series started and all of a sudden there was a baby and there were family adventures. So what's left? Let's get old together and die in our rocking chairs on the porch fics? Not so much.
And, of course, I know that you're all so interested in my little theory.
In other news--mad at THE BOY(tm) again. What else is new? Not that it's his fault that he's sick and cranky, but still.
Had a really good talk with his mom the other night, though. Not about him. No, we talked about work, how she really wants Eric to get a job at Orchestra Hall, how her horoscope told her not to sign any contracts or buy news cars (which she'd been thinking of doing!) until the 14th, which, interestingly, is when she finds out if her department at the U is going to find out if they're going to survive the latest round of budget cuts, and about ADD. Because I might have it.
Yes, that is my new project--getting diagnosed. I'm 85% sure at this point, seeing as three different self assessment tests have told me that there is a strong possibility that I do indeed have Attention Deficit Disorder. I talked to my counselor, who reccommended that I take one of those tests and bring the results in to her so we can go over it and work with the CLASS (Center for Learning and Adapted Student Services) to get an official diagnosis within the next couple weeks. Which might mean going on meds. But I think that at this point it would be a good thing, after getting a 3.0 on a test that I should've gotten at least a 3.5 on, if not a 4.0, solely because I couldn't concentrate long enough to catch all the intervals that Dr. Gabe played. And there's other stuff, too. Like the fact that most of the reason I'm updating is because I'm supposed to be writing a paper but I just can't concentrate long enough to get my reading done, so I'm doing this instead because at least it's doing something. But I keep procrastinating, or forgetting what I'm supposed to do, or just spacing out and not doing anything. There's a great quote in a book I'm reading on ADD, given by a little boy who's one of the patients of the author: "My thoughts are like butterflies: they're beautiful, but they fly away."
Val (THE BOY(tm)'s mom) told me that she was very proud of me for seeking diagnosis and treatment. I think I'm proud of me, too.
Solveig
I think I've figured out the whole lack of good Luke/Mara fics. See, once Vision of the Future came out, everyone got excited and started writing wedding fics. Then Union came out and everyone started writing the baby fics and the "oh we're a big happy family now let's all go on adventures together" fics. Then the NJO series started and all of a sudden there was a baby and there were family adventures. So what's left? Let's get old together and die in our rocking chairs on the porch fics? Not so much.
And, of course, I know that you're all so interested in my little theory.
In other news--mad at THE BOY(tm) again. What else is new? Not that it's his fault that he's sick and cranky, but still.
Had a really good talk with his mom the other night, though. Not about him. No, we talked about work, how she really wants Eric to get a job at Orchestra Hall, how her horoscope told her not to sign any contracts or buy news cars (which she'd been thinking of doing!) until the 14th, which, interestingly, is when she finds out if her department at the U is going to find out if they're going to survive the latest round of budget cuts, and about ADD. Because I might have it.
Yes, that is my new project--getting diagnosed. I'm 85% sure at this point, seeing as three different self assessment tests have told me that there is a strong possibility that I do indeed have Attention Deficit Disorder. I talked to my counselor, who reccommended that I take one of those tests and bring the results in to her so we can go over it and work with the CLASS (Center for Learning and Adapted Student Services) to get an official diagnosis within the next couple weeks. Which might mean going on meds. But I think that at this point it would be a good thing, after getting a 3.0 on a test that I should've gotten at least a 3.5 on, if not a 4.0, solely because I couldn't concentrate long enough to catch all the intervals that Dr. Gabe played. And there's other stuff, too. Like the fact that most of the reason I'm updating is because I'm supposed to be writing a paper but I just can't concentrate long enough to get my reading done, so I'm doing this instead because at least it's doing something. But I keep procrastinating, or forgetting what I'm supposed to do, or just spacing out and not doing anything. There's a great quote in a book I'm reading on ADD, given by a little boy who's one of the patients of the author: "My thoughts are like butterflies: they're beautiful, but they fly away."
Val (THE BOY(tm)'s mom) told me that she was very proud of me for seeking diagnosis and treatment. I think I'm proud of me, too.
Solveig