Ah...
Hell week is pretty much over for me. I finished all of the crucial assignments that I needed to do, took all of my midterm exams, and pretty much finished all of my projects at work. Now that it's quiet and I'm exhausted, the ensuing quiet is strange.
It's funny, I'm doing all of the same things that I normally do (except for slight inconveniences like walking and taking the bus during the rain to classes when Jim would usually drive me because he's a good boyfriend) but since Jim's just not here, everything is just 100 times more boring.
I guess that's the great sign, that I definitely have someone who just exponentially increases enjoyment of daily life.
The weather was nasty today, but I had to trudge to campus anyway since my one class on Tuesdays in pretty much just attendance based. I hate when it's really windy and I have to hold the side of my umbrella so it doesn't flip on me. I just feel like I look silly.
Anyway, so I get to campus, run some errands, stop by work, and then get ready to go to class - but I find out there was a bomb threat called into the building where my next class was. It was interesting...a few police cars and news crews were in front of the building, while all of the students who were evacuated were cheering in celebration because their midterms were canceled.
While I knew that this "bomb scare" was probably just some fool pulling a prank, I will definitely admit that my paranoia has recently increased after all of these school shootings... or just people randomly shooting others. It's scary and depressing.
I read a short article today about how some guy in a suit barged into a Wendy's, started shooting at people and then shot himself. While most people were just injured, one man did die. He was having lunch with his wife and young child, and they just left the restaurant after finishing their meal. The man only went back inside quickly to retrieve a toy his child left in the restaurant.
A split second decision and he's dead. And for what? Now a wife is without a husband and a child without a father. I also wonder if the child will every be able to deal with what happened. He'll probably feel guilt for his entire life. Because it was "his fault"... he left the toy or asked for the toy back.
Sometimes I just dwell on depressing or morbid things like that.
I guess also it doesn't help that I'm taking a class about childhood trauma.
But anyway. Guess I'm off to go read some theory about narratives in video games.
Man, I'm going to miss school.
It's funny, I'm doing all of the same things that I normally do (except for slight inconveniences like walking and taking the bus during the rain to classes when Jim would usually drive me because he's a good boyfriend) but since Jim's just not here, everything is just 100 times more boring.
I guess that's the great sign, that I definitely have someone who just exponentially increases enjoyment of daily life.
The weather was nasty today, but I had to trudge to campus anyway since my one class on Tuesdays in pretty much just attendance based. I hate when it's really windy and I have to hold the side of my umbrella so it doesn't flip on me. I just feel like I look silly.
Anyway, so I get to campus, run some errands, stop by work, and then get ready to go to class - but I find out there was a bomb threat called into the building where my next class was. It was interesting...a few police cars and news crews were in front of the building, while all of the students who were evacuated were cheering in celebration because their midterms were canceled.
While I knew that this "bomb scare" was probably just some fool pulling a prank, I will definitely admit that my paranoia has recently increased after all of these school shootings... or just people randomly shooting others. It's scary and depressing.
I read a short article today about how some guy in a suit barged into a Wendy's, started shooting at people and then shot himself. While most people were just injured, one man did die. He was having lunch with his wife and young child, and they just left the restaurant after finishing their meal. The man only went back inside quickly to retrieve a toy his child left in the restaurant.
A split second decision and he's dead. And for what? Now a wife is without a husband and a child without a father. I also wonder if the child will every be able to deal with what happened. He'll probably feel guilt for his entire life. Because it was "his fault"... he left the toy or asked for the toy back.
Sometimes I just dwell on depressing or morbid things like that.
I guess also it doesn't help that I'm taking a class about childhood trauma.
But anyway. Guess I'm off to go read some theory about narratives in video games.
Man, I'm going to miss school.