Long time, no post
A lot has happened lately. I don't know if I can make it concise, but I'll try my best. None of it is all that intriguing, anyways.
Well, summer fun began the Thursday before this past one. Family reunion, whoopee. My relatives are only marginally exciting. By the end of the reunion, mostly everyone had either been wiped out because of the presence of a baby there for the first time in fifteen years or had food poisoning that had been induced by food from the forties (my grandmother has this disinclination to get rid of food that she doesn't eat by way of disposal because she'd rather impose it upon someone else even if it's been in the refrigerator since the second World War). We actually had fruitcake at dinner one evening. Fruitcake which was inarguably from Christmas. Oh well. My only consolation during the visit was the fact that my mom allowed me to go to my favorite comic book store. I bought some Batman merchandise (not because of the upcoming film; I'm not some cliche groupie asshole; I've been reading Catwoman and Batman since I was seven) and a couple of Catwoman comics because Catwoman is love (and the movie utterly sucked).
Oi. Writing seems such an alien concept now. Haven't done it in ages.
In any case, upon my return from the pointless and fattening family reunion (which was extended by obligatory plane delays), I naturally wanted to see Evan. So on Wednesday, I did. Now that was a joyous reunion (it didn't hurt that there was no spit-up or paparazzi activity being initiated by my grandmother). We watched "Young Frankenstein" and "The Holy Grail" (yes, Monty Python). And it was good.
I suppose I should outline a certain situation now. I basically failed English and French this past semester. If you know me at all well, you know that languages are not my weak suit. It's almost ironic. The quality of my work is practically flawless, yet the quanity does not live up to an even remotely notable standard.
So I have to take summer school. Hurrah. (Though now that I read what I've written thus far, I realize that this post is riddled with fragments, sentences that should probably be revised, and improperly used parentheses). Fuck it. I'm dumb as lard.
On Thursday, I accompanied my parents to the new high school where my fate was decided. Summer school it was. I can't complain. It will give me something productive to do, assuming I actually employ some work ethic. Thursday was also compounded by the fact that I got my wisdom teeth removed. Ack. Though I was on general anaesthetic when the actual procedure occurred, I now have a swollen chipmunk face plus extremely bothersome gum pains that restrict me from opening my mouth fully. Swollowing isn't too festive a task, either. Apparently, I also have a fever of like 102 degrees, but I feel fine aside from the wracked mouth. Anyways, after all had been said and done, I went home with what was then (by "then" I mean after the surgery) a very numb face and Evan came over and sat by my bedside and told me a story. And I was grateful because though I spent an unconstructive year accomplishing nothing in school, I found someone who genuinely cares for me and makes me feel loved. Someone about whom I have no doubts or reservations. And such a thing is precious.
*sigh* I'm stupid. Someone needs to shoot me. I refuse to take pills, most definitely including pain-killers.
Me, today:
Well, summer fun began the Thursday before this past one. Family reunion, whoopee. My relatives are only marginally exciting. By the end of the reunion, mostly everyone had either been wiped out because of the presence of a baby there for the first time in fifteen years or had food poisoning that had been induced by food from the forties (my grandmother has this disinclination to get rid of food that she doesn't eat by way of disposal because she'd rather impose it upon someone else even if it's been in the refrigerator since the second World War). We actually had fruitcake at dinner one evening. Fruitcake which was inarguably from Christmas. Oh well. My only consolation during the visit was the fact that my mom allowed me to go to my favorite comic book store. I bought some Batman merchandise (not because of the upcoming film; I'm not some cliche groupie asshole; I've been reading Catwoman and Batman since I was seven) and a couple of Catwoman comics because Catwoman is love (and the movie utterly sucked).
Oi. Writing seems such an alien concept now. Haven't done it in ages.
In any case, upon my return from the pointless and fattening family reunion (which was extended by obligatory plane delays), I naturally wanted to see Evan. So on Wednesday, I did. Now that was a joyous reunion (it didn't hurt that there was no spit-up or paparazzi activity being initiated by my grandmother). We watched "Young Frankenstein" and "The Holy Grail" (yes, Monty Python). And it was good.
I suppose I should outline a certain situation now. I basically failed English and French this past semester. If you know me at all well, you know that languages are not my weak suit. It's almost ironic. The quality of my work is practically flawless, yet the quanity does not live up to an even remotely notable standard.
So I have to take summer school. Hurrah. (Though now that I read what I've written thus far, I realize that this post is riddled with fragments, sentences that should probably be revised, and improperly used parentheses). Fuck it. I'm dumb as lard.
On Thursday, I accompanied my parents to the new high school where my fate was decided. Summer school it was. I can't complain. It will give me something productive to do, assuming I actually employ some work ethic. Thursday was also compounded by the fact that I got my wisdom teeth removed. Ack. Though I was on general anaesthetic when the actual procedure occurred, I now have a swollen chipmunk face plus extremely bothersome gum pains that restrict me from opening my mouth fully. Swollowing isn't too festive a task, either. Apparently, I also have a fever of like 102 degrees, but I feel fine aside from the wracked mouth. Anyways, after all had been said and done, I went home with what was then (by "then" I mean after the surgery) a very numb face and Evan came over and sat by my bedside and told me a story. And I was grateful because though I spent an unconstructive year accomplishing nothing in school, I found someone who genuinely cares for me and makes me feel loved. Someone about whom I have no doubts or reservations. And such a thing is precious.
*sigh* I'm stupid. Someone needs to shoot me. I refuse to take pills, most definitely including pain-killers.
Me, today: