~48 Conclusion to Holidays of 2009
I kept meaning to update, but busy times.. you know… the times when you have stuff to talk about in a blog… are so… busy. This holiday season has been hectic. It all seemed fairly normal until the day before Christmas Eve, when some moron hit my mom driving home from her work, head on. She was speeding on the access road outside out neighborhood and talking on the phone, according to witnesses at the scene. From there it’s been kind of a nightmare. My mom is an amazing strong woman, but she’s far from indestructible. She’s always been fit, but at her age and at the severity of the accident, it almost… I don’t know. I stayed in San Antonio because I couldn’t leave my mom, I stayed much longer than I meant or wanted to. I’m lucky I have such good friends from high school. I guess I was lucky in a lot of ways this break. My mom could have very easily died. That kind of luck is pretty bitter, though. I can’t really say “Gee I sure am lucky she wasn’t burned alive in a car fire, or that someone else didn’t hit her after the vehicle rolled.” I still can’t wrap my head around the whole situation, and it really only indirectly involves me. I wasn’t at the accident and I’m the farthest immediate family member, living in College Station land… not to mention I had a ski trip (which I’m on right now) in January. I’ve been somewhere between gloomy and annoying this trip. I definitely haven’t felt all too good this whole time. Bleh. Whatever.
I took some time off, kind of a mental health day. Most everyone else went out skiing for another day, but I didn’t feel up to it really so much yesterday, and I would have had to buy another pass today… so I passed. That’s how I got to be here. I’m sitting in an overly expensive coffee shop; their drinks or food really isn’t all that great. It’s the only time over nearly the past week when I’ve had access to the Internet; that’s why I’m here. I tipped anyway out of obligation. Whoever made my sandwich slathered it with spicy mustard. I like mustard… but really? Slathering it? At least I eat my own food at Sweets. I think that should be a requirement. My small white mocha tastes like a latte. They used syrup for the white mocha… you can totally tell. How cheap.
So I mentioned Oscar in the last post. I’m going to chronology that whole thing, because I think it’s important to have a record of ups, downs, mistakes, and little successes. In short though, I’ll spoil the ending, I’m pretty sure it’s ended. I’m not sure because he just kind of fell off the face of the earth. He was actually over and said he was going to buy kakis for his trip to South Africa (leaving the day before my ski trip) and said he was coming back, only he never did. I tried calling and texting a few times over the next day or so he was still supposed to be in town, to see if something happened to him, and never got any response. He updated his Facebook the next day or so, so he wasn’t dead in a gutter or in a hospital or anything (melodramatic? Maybe, but I haven’t had the best luck this holiday). Life goes on. It’s kind of funny in a way. I mean, it’s really cliché: “I’ll be right back”… ‘and he never returned.’ I’m not really that upset, the way things felt that night we met up again, I thought we were either going to start really clicking or it was all going to fall apart. Of course I thought it be something other than a thin air vanishing act, but I guess it really doesn’t change much. I didn’t do everything perfect and really he was nice up to now. Running away on no notice is a little bit childish, but he’s a lot younger than me, and comparatively it’s a lot better than what other folks have tried to fly in this town, so I’ll write it up as a relative success. It was short while it lasted but I feel like things turned out okay.
I’m really excited about this upcoming semester. I spent a lot of time today checking everything over (while I have the internets and everything). My classes are awesome. I’m signed up for 17 hours… which is the most I’ve ever taken. I keep meaning to drop one, just because I basically have 2 more classes in the fall and then I graduate, I really like all of them (that aren’t required this semester). I’m going to have to see all the professors before I drop one.
I’m also going to try to get out and network more this semester. I’m going to start following 3 clubs: Anthropology Society (it’s my major after all), Forensic Investigations Society (it’s what I want to do out of college feral), and Japan Club (because I keep wanting to give Japanese another go… I’m not sure what good it does me… but really enjoyed the language) That all sounds like a lot to do in addition to a part time job, but Japan Club is the only one what meets every week.
Working is something I have mixed feeling about. Logically I know that I should cut out of working at Sweets and get a job on campus or something… some resume building stuff. But I really like working with my coworkers. They’re some of the nicest people I’ve met in one place; even the grumpy ones aren’t so bad. I also really like the coffee house itself. It’s just a place that’s an enjoyable place to work (even though it pays crap). So I’m going to try to make it work for just a little bit longer.
I want to go home this weekend to see my mom. Her last surgery was split into two parts. The first part was rough. She was hit pretty hard by the anesthesia and she found out how bad her foot injury was: her heel was basically turned dust. She wasn’t so depressed after this last one though. I think she’s really relieved to finally be done with surgery. I know I am. Also, I still have a few presents to give out.
I took some time off, kind of a mental health day. Most everyone else went out skiing for another day, but I didn’t feel up to it really so much yesterday, and I would have had to buy another pass today… so I passed. That’s how I got to be here. I’m sitting in an overly expensive coffee shop; their drinks or food really isn’t all that great. It’s the only time over nearly the past week when I’ve had access to the Internet; that’s why I’m here. I tipped anyway out of obligation. Whoever made my sandwich slathered it with spicy mustard. I like mustard… but really? Slathering it? At least I eat my own food at Sweets. I think that should be a requirement. My small white mocha tastes like a latte. They used syrup for the white mocha… you can totally tell. How cheap.
So I mentioned Oscar in the last post. I’m going to chronology that whole thing, because I think it’s important to have a record of ups, downs, mistakes, and little successes. In short though, I’ll spoil the ending, I’m pretty sure it’s ended. I’m not sure because he just kind of fell off the face of the earth. He was actually over and said he was going to buy kakis for his trip to South Africa (leaving the day before my ski trip) and said he was coming back, only he never did. I tried calling and texting a few times over the next day or so he was still supposed to be in town, to see if something happened to him, and never got any response. He updated his Facebook the next day or so, so he wasn’t dead in a gutter or in a hospital or anything (melodramatic? Maybe, but I haven’t had the best luck this holiday). Life goes on. It’s kind of funny in a way. I mean, it’s really cliché: “I’ll be right back”… ‘and he never returned.’ I’m not really that upset, the way things felt that night we met up again, I thought we were either going to start really clicking or it was all going to fall apart. Of course I thought it be something other than a thin air vanishing act, but I guess it really doesn’t change much. I didn’t do everything perfect and really he was nice up to now. Running away on no notice is a little bit childish, but he’s a lot younger than me, and comparatively it’s a lot better than what other folks have tried to fly in this town, so I’ll write it up as a relative success. It was short while it lasted but I feel like things turned out okay.
I’m really excited about this upcoming semester. I spent a lot of time today checking everything over (while I have the internets and everything). My classes are awesome. I’m signed up for 17 hours… which is the most I’ve ever taken. I keep meaning to drop one, just because I basically have 2 more classes in the fall and then I graduate, I really like all of them (that aren’t required this semester). I’m going to have to see all the professors before I drop one.
I’m also going to try to get out and network more this semester. I’m going to start following 3 clubs: Anthropology Society (it’s my major after all), Forensic Investigations Society (it’s what I want to do out of college feral), and Japan Club (because I keep wanting to give Japanese another go… I’m not sure what good it does me… but really enjoyed the language) That all sounds like a lot to do in addition to a part time job, but Japan Club is the only one what meets every week.
Working is something I have mixed feeling about. Logically I know that I should cut out of working at Sweets and get a job on campus or something… some resume building stuff. But I really like working with my coworkers. They’re some of the nicest people I’ve met in one place; even the grumpy ones aren’t so bad. I also really like the coffee house itself. It’s just a place that’s an enjoyable place to work (even though it pays crap). So I’m going to try to make it work for just a little bit longer.
I want to go home this weekend to see my mom. Her last surgery was split into two parts. The first part was rough. She was hit pretty hard by the anesthesia and she found out how bad her foot injury was: her heel was basically turned dust. She wasn’t so depressed after this last one though. I think she’s really relieved to finally be done with surgery. I know I am. Also, I still have a few presents to give out.