GIP, Silliness, and an actual update
So I just changed my wallpaper on my desktop. The picture is of Phoenix sitting against a tree and Edgeworth is kind of in his lap. So my mom comes in to talk to me. And she sees the picture. Our conversation went like this.
Mom: Who are they?
Me: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth.
Mom: So... they're both boys?
Me: Um... yeah?
Mom: Are they gay boys?
Me: Nooo... >.>
Mom: Then what are they doing?
Me: *pause* Hugging.
Mom: Hugging. *clears throat* Uh-huh.
It is not my fault that she didn't believe me. At least both parties in the picture were clothed.
Anyways, last week on Wednesday, I had my meeting with Catholic Charities. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. The whole meeting left me feeling more than a little overwhelmed. I mean, I went there, and they were like "Okay, we want you to fill out all of these forms send a check (yes, another check) to this group of people, and take all of this informational material and read over it."
That's not even getting into the fact that they want me to write a letter to my birth mother. I have no clue what to say or how to say it. I mean, they gave me a sheet with guidelines for writing it, but it's going to be really weird. I don't even know her name. I asked how I should start it, and I was told "Dear Birth Mother." Which makes me wtf, because it seems so... impersonal. I mean, I know that I don't know her name or anything, but it feels so... I don't know. It feels weird. She's a stranger, and I have no clue how to write this or what to say. I mean... I know what I want to tell her, but I have no clue how to keep it to two sides of a piece of paper, and make it come out sounding all right.
I'm not sure that makes any sense at all, but there it is.
In other news, I had a doctor's appointment today. That wasn't too bad, though I tripped on the curb and ripped my jeans going in. That wasn't fun. My knee is all scabbed up. My jeans, even though they have this tiny little hole in them, are otherwise fine. I still have no clue how I can manage to skin my knee and have my pants come out fine, or mostly fine. Whatever though.
Mom: Who are they?
Me: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth.
Mom: So... they're both boys?
Me: Um... yeah?
Mom: Are they gay boys?
Me: Nooo... >.>
Mom: Then what are they doing?
Me: *pause* Hugging.
Mom: Hugging. *clears throat* Uh-huh.
It is not my fault that she didn't believe me. At least both parties in the picture were clothed.
Anyways, last week on Wednesday, I had my meeting with Catholic Charities. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. The whole meeting left me feeling more than a little overwhelmed. I mean, I went there, and they were like "Okay, we want you to fill out all of these forms send a check (yes, another check) to this group of people, and take all of this informational material and read over it."
That's not even getting into the fact that they want me to write a letter to my birth mother. I have no clue what to say or how to say it. I mean, they gave me a sheet with guidelines for writing it, but it's going to be really weird. I don't even know her name. I asked how I should start it, and I was told "Dear Birth Mother." Which makes me wtf, because it seems so... impersonal. I mean, I know that I don't know her name or anything, but it feels so... I don't know. It feels weird. She's a stranger, and I have no clue how to write this or what to say. I mean... I know what I want to tell her, but I have no clue how to keep it to two sides of a piece of paper, and make it come out sounding all right.
I'm not sure that makes any sense at all, but there it is.
In other news, I had a doctor's appointment today. That wasn't too bad, though I tripped on the curb and ripped my jeans going in. That wasn't fun. My knee is all scabbed up. My jeans, even though they have this tiny little hole in them, are otherwise fine. I still have no clue how I can manage to skin my knee and have my pants come out fine, or mostly fine. Whatever though.