Long update.
It’s been a while since my last update, huh? It’s the usual excuse-I’ve been busy.
This semester’s screenwriting class turned out to be majorly sucky. Writing, especially creative writing, stresses me out a lot. I spend far more time on it than most people do, being my own harshest critic and all. Anyway, I was spending way too much time on this class’s assignments, and I really didn’t get along with the professor. I would dread my one-on-one meetings with him. For a full day beforehand, I’d try to mentally prep myself to let him not get to me. Of course, I’d still cry every time I met with him, and I ended up feeling like crap afterwards.
So I quit. And my life has turned out so much for the better. Screenwriting had nothing to do with my majors/minors and it was eating into the time I should’ve been spending on other homework. And I’d cry every time I’d think about talking with that professor. But now it’s over, hurray!
But that doesn’t mean that all the busyness is over. This semester’s classes are chock full of end-of-semester papers and projects. And it’s Greek Week, so I’m helping out K-H’s fraternity with stuff (lots of stuff, I might add). So I’m still really busy, but I’m much less stressed than I used to be.
I’ve been running lately, yay for me! I haven’t lost much in terms of pounds, but I can tell that my face and arms are thinner. I really wish that K-H would run more often, too, but he often gives the excuse that he’s busy. I know that he could find the time to run if he really wanted to, though. I think he needs to run more than me. But I’m rather sick of dragging his ass there whenever I go, so I think I’m not going to push it much anymore.
I also went home last weekend and Wednesday to take care of my mother. She gets her injections on Friday, once every three weeks. She ends up feeling like crap for about 6 days afterwards, but the worst of it is at the beginning. Mom’s doing fine when it comes to coping with the symptoms, but it’s more difficult when it comes to her looks. She thinks of herself as a strong woman, and it’s hard to see a weak, bald person in the mirror. She has scars from the surgery, needle marks from the injections, round face/shoulders and dark skin from the steroids. And wigs are uncomfortable for her, and will be even more uncomfortable in the summer. But she seems to be coping alright. She has her good days and her bad. She’s gotten excited about furnishing the apartment I’ll be sharing with K-H, so she’s bought quite a bit of stuff and is storing it in the garage. I’m glad she has something to do (she’d read for school, but she’s often too dizzy to concentrate). I’ll be going home again this Sunday.
In other news, I have allergies. I have itchy eyes/nose/throat/ears all day. Not very pleasant. I didn’t start getting allergies until senior year of high school, and it’s only gotten worse since. I hear that if you get them when you’re older, it just gets worse. Alas! My face gets all swollen and dry and pink from the nose-blowing. I hope I don’t look that way for Saturday’s spring formal!
This semester’s screenwriting class turned out to be majorly sucky. Writing, especially creative writing, stresses me out a lot. I spend far more time on it than most people do, being my own harshest critic and all. Anyway, I was spending way too much time on this class’s assignments, and I really didn’t get along with the professor. I would dread my one-on-one meetings with him. For a full day beforehand, I’d try to mentally prep myself to let him not get to me. Of course, I’d still cry every time I met with him, and I ended up feeling like crap afterwards.
So I quit. And my life has turned out so much for the better. Screenwriting had nothing to do with my majors/minors and it was eating into the time I should’ve been spending on other homework. And I’d cry every time I’d think about talking with that professor. But now it’s over, hurray!
But that doesn’t mean that all the busyness is over. This semester’s classes are chock full of end-of-semester papers and projects. And it’s Greek Week, so I’m helping out K-H’s fraternity with stuff (lots of stuff, I might add). So I’m still really busy, but I’m much less stressed than I used to be.
I’ve been running lately, yay for me! I haven’t lost much in terms of pounds, but I can tell that my face and arms are thinner. I really wish that K-H would run more often, too, but he often gives the excuse that he’s busy. I know that he could find the time to run if he really wanted to, though. I think he needs to run more than me. But I’m rather sick of dragging his ass there whenever I go, so I think I’m not going to push it much anymore.
I also went home last weekend and Wednesday to take care of my mother. She gets her injections on Friday, once every three weeks. She ends up feeling like crap for about 6 days afterwards, but the worst of it is at the beginning. Mom’s doing fine when it comes to coping with the symptoms, but it’s more difficult when it comes to her looks. She thinks of herself as a strong woman, and it’s hard to see a weak, bald person in the mirror. She has scars from the surgery, needle marks from the injections, round face/shoulders and dark skin from the steroids. And wigs are uncomfortable for her, and will be even more uncomfortable in the summer. But she seems to be coping alright. She has her good days and her bad. She’s gotten excited about furnishing the apartment I’ll be sharing with K-H, so she’s bought quite a bit of stuff and is storing it in the garage. I’m glad she has something to do (she’d read for school, but she’s often too dizzy to concentrate). I’ll be going home again this Sunday.
In other news, I have allergies. I have itchy eyes/nose/throat/ears all day. Not very pleasant. I didn’t start getting allergies until senior year of high school, and it’s only gotten worse since. I hear that if you get them when you’re older, it just gets worse. Alas! My face gets all swollen and dry and pink from the nose-blowing. I hope I don’t look that way for Saturday’s spring formal!