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Just thought I'd update to note that I do actually still exist.
So let's see, what's of note? Well, next semester, assuming I passed this semester's math, is my last semester at my local community college. Assuming I do well, I'll have my AA at last. And that's pretty cool, if scary. Scary because I don't really know what I want to major in anymore (I can't handle the stress level of a reporter, so screw that even though I love it), and I can't decide what I want to do with my life. I've got the talents of a good business worker and the soul of someone who hates corporations and red tape. Not a great match. At any rate, I'll then have the summer to ponder where life's headed and where I want to head for "real" college.
Things with John are awesome. He -opens my car door- for me. He cooks. He cleans. He fetches me things and carries the heavy stuff. I'm so motherfucking in love. ;D
I think the only place my life is really lacking is in friends. A lot of the time I don't feel like chatting anymore (either because I'm busy or just don't have anything interesting to say), so my online friendships have really withered, and my real-life friendships feel pretty stalled as well. About the only social contact I have outside of John is my best friend Jessica and my once-a-week gaming. Yes, I'm a DnD geek now. (P.S. ROGUES ARE TEH KOOL.)
Overall my life's really good. I'm having trouble adjusting because before, life was pretty miserable with the whole depression thing and whatever life threw at me. Either I was in the depths of horrible depression or I was having a rare good day, and probably manic and bouncing off the walls. I have far far fewer depressive days, but by the same token I don't have a lot of days where I wake up smelling roses with every step. Mind you, I'm far happier to have this even-keel life-- it's just hard sometimes to get used to it. I keep waiting for the super-happy days or dreading the super-bad days, and they never come. It's a good thing they don't come, especially since John tells me I'm actually more fun on depressive days because I'm not bouncy-annoying. :P But again, it's just -really- hard to get used to. Sometimes it feels like mediocrity, and I feel guilty for not appreciating it like I should.
So anyway, there's my 9 am rambling for you. I think I'm repeating myself over and over again, like my words could stand to be a lot clearer, and this post should probably be about half as long as it is. Ah well.
How are the rest of you? I'm a bad monkey who rarely keeps up with her own email, let alone LJ. *blush*
So let's see, what's of note? Well, next semester, assuming I passed this semester's math, is my last semester at my local community college. Assuming I do well, I'll have my AA at last. And that's pretty cool, if scary. Scary because I don't really know what I want to major in anymore (I can't handle the stress level of a reporter, so screw that even though I love it), and I can't decide what I want to do with my life. I've got the talents of a good business worker and the soul of someone who hates corporations and red tape. Not a great match. At any rate, I'll then have the summer to ponder where life's headed and where I want to head for "real" college.
Things with John are awesome. He -opens my car door- for me. He cooks. He cleans. He fetches me things and carries the heavy stuff. I'm so motherfucking in love. ;D
I think the only place my life is really lacking is in friends. A lot of the time I don't feel like chatting anymore (either because I'm busy or just don't have anything interesting to say), so my online friendships have really withered, and my real-life friendships feel pretty stalled as well. About the only social contact I have outside of John is my best friend Jessica and my once-a-week gaming. Yes, I'm a DnD geek now. (P.S. ROGUES ARE TEH KOOL.)
Overall my life's really good. I'm having trouble adjusting because before, life was pretty miserable with the whole depression thing and whatever life threw at me. Either I was in the depths of horrible depression or I was having a rare good day, and probably manic and bouncing off the walls. I have far far fewer depressive days, but by the same token I don't have a lot of days where I wake up smelling roses with every step. Mind you, I'm far happier to have this even-keel life-- it's just hard sometimes to get used to it. I keep waiting for the super-happy days or dreading the super-bad days, and they never come. It's a good thing they don't come, especially since John tells me I'm actually more fun on depressive days because I'm not bouncy-annoying. :P But again, it's just -really- hard to get used to. Sometimes it feels like mediocrity, and I feel guilty for not appreciating it like I should.
So anyway, there's my 9 am rambling for you. I think I'm repeating myself over and over again, like my words could stand to be a lot clearer, and this post should probably be about half as long as it is. Ah well.
How are the rest of you? I'm a bad monkey who rarely keeps up with her own email, let alone LJ. *blush*