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First, I feel bad because I don't keep up with other peoples' journals for the most part. I'll try and change that. But honestly I still only think of livejournal when I feel like venting or ranting. Anyway...
Mildly crappy time home for numerous reasons. In no particular order they include:
Finding out that my Dad's job is apparently possibly going to be gone in the next two weeks, and there's no backup plan for if he does lose it. Except a distant possibility of them moving to Baltimore...?
Eric's time at home is sucking a lot, which makes him call me more, but then he just gets cranky because I'm not good at phone conversations, plus I've been very busy with cleaning/organizing/doing random chores. Which brings me to
Feeling sick...sinus infections suck, and I feel like I always have them when I come home. Haven't slept well, nose is sore... headache, etc.
Feeling stressed about going to China, Dr. Allard keeps asking me questions about forms and applications and things we need, and I don't know why he expects me to know about this stuff if he doesn't. Also he mentioned something about having us work on an excavation site for a few days that a friend of his is running. It sounds cool on the surface but my childhood dream of being an archaeologist died for a reason; to me it sounds like a waste of time I could use for researching my actual topic, and as a non-anthropology, non-archaeology major, I don't think I'll get anything out of it except bad sunburn. But if I mention this, won't I sound like I'm whining?
Feeling stressed about money; namely because of the aforementioned Dad-becoming-unemployed thing. I feel a lot of pressure to make money and make it fast, especially since this trip to China is so far becoming more expensive than it was supposed to be.
Ok yeah, that about sums up my rant. And, my bookcase broke. Which is, as Katy pointed out on facebook, fairly amusing, but also annoying. We're going to get it fixed, but with my family that could happen in a few days or a few years -no exaggeration. And I really like this bookcase, and now I have piles of books on my floor, which upsets me because apparently I've developed OCD or something. Maybe it was just a combination of being tired, stress from finals, missing Eric and everyone else, and feeling sick from the sinus infection, but my first night back I literally broke down and cried because everything was in such disarray and was not at all the "fresh start" i had thought I'd get when told I was moving into my sister's former bedroom.
Ok wow, that is a super long pity party. Sorry, just needed to get it down. Maybe it's just the time of the month, or I'm still more stressed out than I realize, cause I feel like I'm on the verge of tears at every moment.
On a happier note, the movie Bolt was extremely adorable. And Joan D. Vinge is still an amazing writer and I'm feeling a fanfiction coming on...
Mildly crappy time home for numerous reasons. In no particular order they include:
Finding out that my Dad's job is apparently possibly going to be gone in the next two weeks, and there's no backup plan for if he does lose it. Except a distant possibility of them moving to Baltimore...?
Eric's time at home is sucking a lot, which makes him call me more, but then he just gets cranky because I'm not good at phone conversations, plus I've been very busy with cleaning/organizing/doing random chores. Which brings me to
Feeling sick...sinus infections suck, and I feel like I always have them when I come home. Haven't slept well, nose is sore... headache, etc.
Feeling stressed about going to China, Dr. Allard keeps asking me questions about forms and applications and things we need, and I don't know why he expects me to know about this stuff if he doesn't. Also he mentioned something about having us work on an excavation site for a few days that a friend of his is running. It sounds cool on the surface but my childhood dream of being an archaeologist died for a reason; to me it sounds like a waste of time I could use for researching my actual topic, and as a non-anthropology, non-archaeology major, I don't think I'll get anything out of it except bad sunburn. But if I mention this, won't I sound like I'm whining?
Feeling stressed about money; namely because of the aforementioned Dad-becoming-unemployed thing. I feel a lot of pressure to make money and make it fast, especially since this trip to China is so far becoming more expensive than it was supposed to be.
Ok yeah, that about sums up my rant. And, my bookcase broke. Which is, as Katy pointed out on facebook, fairly amusing, but also annoying. We're going to get it fixed, but with my family that could happen in a few days or a few years -no exaggeration. And I really like this bookcase, and now I have piles of books on my floor, which upsets me because apparently I've developed OCD or something. Maybe it was just a combination of being tired, stress from finals, missing Eric and everyone else, and feeling sick from the sinus infection, but my first night back I literally broke down and cried because everything was in such disarray and was not at all the "fresh start" i had thought I'd get when told I was moving into my sister's former bedroom.
Ok wow, that is a super long pity party. Sorry, just needed to get it down. Maybe it's just the time of the month, or I'm still more stressed out than I realize, cause I feel like I'm on the verge of tears at every moment.
On a happier note, the movie Bolt was extremely adorable. And Joan D. Vinge is still an amazing writer and I'm feeling a fanfiction coming on...