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Recapping the last week:
Last Tuesday Paul and I drove up to Vermont. No reason. Connecticut is boring. Its gooooorgeous up there, but unfortunately it was raining and foggy. Rain in Vermont in January. Not a good sign. Paul put a couple pictures on facebook.
Thursday was Mrs. Flynn's birthday. The big 5-0. I got her gloves and baked a cake. Go me. They love me there.
Saturday mom and I went to see "Juno." Worst. Idea. EVER.... not the movie itself, that was quite enjoyable and lovable. But unfortunately the false starts and nerves in Jennifer Garner's character must have brought back some painful memories for my mom. While she liked it, afterwards she cried... a lot. I can't imagine what its like to be given a baby and told its your child, only to have the biological mother re-decide and take it back. Unfortunately, my parents know. I can't imagine what its like to wait years and years in hopes of someone giving you a child you desperately long for but can't have yourself. Again, something my parents know a lot about.
I tried saying "But hey! At least you have us now!" but it didn't work. My mom loves to bottle things up and refused to talk about it.
One thing I've always strived for, basically my whole life (save middle school when I was an idiot adolescent) was to make sure my parents know I love them and am so grateful to have them. I always say that THEY chose me. I know that isn't true, but I want them to know how wonderful of parents they are, and whenever I'm with them, I honestly tell them that every single day. Seeing "Juno" made me realize why I do that. I want them to know all their years of heartbreak over not having a child is over, and its worked out wonderfully. I want to make them happy and proud parents, like they always wanted to be.
Despite all this, my mother really liked the movie. So score for that, at least.
In other news, my vision was going all blurry. Apparently you CAN'T wear contact 14 hours every single day of the week for four weeks when they're 1 week lenses. According to this comically egotistical optometrist, I've been "over-wearing" my contacts, and am banished to glasses for no less than ten days.
At least I got a kick-ass pair of electric blue glasses out of this. My first new pair in roughly 6 years (the reason I never wear glasses), as well as some prescription Ralph Lauren shades. Sweet.
Then I dyed my hair red. Again. Unfortunately, it will once again last only a week, max. I'm a wimp for the real thing, whatev.
Yesterday (Monday), Paul and I drove back to Philly. Despite fears of loneliness, I've been doing okay. Classes don't start until next Tuesday, and while I have no friends, I've been keeping myself busy with Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons and going the gym for the first time in nine months. It felt good.
I've also drank half a gallon of milk in one day alone. I loves me some calcium.
Last Tuesday Paul and I drove up to Vermont. No reason. Connecticut is boring. Its gooooorgeous up there, but unfortunately it was raining and foggy. Rain in Vermont in January. Not a good sign. Paul put a couple pictures on facebook.
Thursday was Mrs. Flynn's birthday. The big 5-0. I got her gloves and baked a cake. Go me. They love me there.
Saturday mom and I went to see "Juno." Worst. Idea. EVER.... not the movie itself, that was quite enjoyable and lovable. But unfortunately the false starts and nerves in Jennifer Garner's character must have brought back some painful memories for my mom. While she liked it, afterwards she cried... a lot. I can't imagine what its like to be given a baby and told its your child, only to have the biological mother re-decide and take it back. Unfortunately, my parents know. I can't imagine what its like to wait years and years in hopes of someone giving you a child you desperately long for but can't have yourself. Again, something my parents know a lot about.
I tried saying "But hey! At least you have us now!" but it didn't work. My mom loves to bottle things up and refused to talk about it.
One thing I've always strived for, basically my whole life (save middle school when I was an idiot adolescent) was to make sure my parents know I love them and am so grateful to have them. I always say that THEY chose me. I know that isn't true, but I want them to know how wonderful of parents they are, and whenever I'm with them, I honestly tell them that every single day. Seeing "Juno" made me realize why I do that. I want them to know all their years of heartbreak over not having a child is over, and its worked out wonderfully. I want to make them happy and proud parents, like they always wanted to be.
Despite all this, my mother really liked the movie. So score for that, at least.
In other news, my vision was going all blurry. Apparently you CAN'T wear contact 14 hours every single day of the week for four weeks when they're 1 week lenses. According to this comically egotistical optometrist, I've been "over-wearing" my contacts, and am banished to glasses for no less than ten days.
At least I got a kick-ass pair of electric blue glasses out of this. My first new pair in roughly 6 years (the reason I never wear glasses), as well as some prescription Ralph Lauren shades. Sweet.
Then I dyed my hair red. Again. Unfortunately, it will once again last only a week, max. I'm a wimp for the real thing, whatev.
Yesterday (Monday), Paul and I drove back to Philly. Despite fears of loneliness, I've been doing okay. Classes don't start until next Tuesday, and while I have no friends, I've been keeping myself busy with Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons and going the gym for the first time in nine months. It felt good.
I've also drank half a gallon of milk in one day alone. I loves me some calcium.