Return
It seems like regular pattern for me to forgo writing in this journal for weeks at a time only to return like some sort of prodigal, well, daughter. I suppose things just have a habit of slowing down and then speeding up, leaving me flailing to respond accordingly. Things have just been so busy lately. I think between the Christmas shopping, making sure I have everything I need for the January program I'm entering, working out my tutoring schedule, and just general other-goings-on, I've been more than a little preoccupied lately. It's made me a shitty friend for a bit for having dropped off the map. So, for any of my friends reading this, I apologize for the lack of contact. I plan to be fixing that.
Today has been, perhaps, the most laziest day I have had in the last month, though. My sister-in-law came back from India this last Thursday, meaning my stint as pseudo-parent for my niece and nephew is pretty much over. With me going back to school, I figure the time in which I can act as such for them is going to only be more decreased. And, while I did get a kick out of hanging out with them, I think I'm ready to be "cool aunt" again. Hopefully nothing happens that reverses the flow of the tide from that direction. I spent most of today catching up on things--though I haven't made my way to DA yet. I did write some more on my story, though. I ended up writing a bit over 2,000 words over the course of a couple of hours and plan to write some more before going to bed tonight. I'm hoping to pick up the pace on that as well. I figure that I've been wasting so much time with my writing that I really need to get off my ass and just do it, find a way to publish it so that I can at least say that I have tried.
*sigh* In other news, after seeing the painting work my sister has been doing at her house, my own family (especially my brother) has gone on a painting frenzy. They painted the living room downstairs a bleached white color, and amazingly enough, my hallway is now a very vibrant pastel-like green. It still weirds me out to look at it. And sort of makes me want to eat pistachio ice cream all the time---even though pistachio ice cream is not my favorite flavor. Still, my ice cream intake has increased over the last few days. A bit disturbing, but considering my already-existing weakness for the frozen treat, a little nudge is really all I ever need to really go wild with the ice cream binging. I will be regretting this soon enough. Suppose I should enjoy my guiltless indulging for the time being.
Today has been, perhaps, the most laziest day I have had in the last month, though. My sister-in-law came back from India this last Thursday, meaning my stint as pseudo-parent for my niece and nephew is pretty much over. With me going back to school, I figure the time in which I can act as such for them is going to only be more decreased. And, while I did get a kick out of hanging out with them, I think I'm ready to be "cool aunt" again. Hopefully nothing happens that reverses the flow of the tide from that direction. I spent most of today catching up on things--though I haven't made my way to DA yet. I did write some more on my story, though. I ended up writing a bit over 2,000 words over the course of a couple of hours and plan to write some more before going to bed tonight. I'm hoping to pick up the pace on that as well. I figure that I've been wasting so much time with my writing that I really need to get off my ass and just do it, find a way to publish it so that I can at least say that I have tried.
*sigh* In other news, after seeing the painting work my sister has been doing at her house, my own family (especially my brother) has gone on a painting frenzy. They painted the living room downstairs a bleached white color, and amazingly enough, my hallway is now a very vibrant pastel-like green. It still weirds me out to look at it. And sort of makes me want to eat pistachio ice cream all the time---even though pistachio ice cream is not my favorite flavor. Still, my ice cream intake has increased over the last few days. A bit disturbing, but considering my already-existing weakness for the frozen treat, a little nudge is really all I ever need to really go wild with the ice cream binging. I will be regretting this soon enough. Suppose I should enjoy my guiltless indulging for the time being.