My brows are so knit, I'll have an afgan by September....
I've been working on my thesis this summer and have been generally excited about graduating...however, graduation itself has got me in pee-pants mode. And not in a good way.
What I'm mostly terrified of is having my parents in the same room. I haven't actually seen them together, both at the same time, since before Winter 2004...And is my dad planning on bringing Stephanie? This would cause a copious amount of shit between my mother and father. It's just going to be weird, and that's that. Oh, shit it's going to be weird...I have a hard time dealing with confrontation of this nature. I just don't know what to do about it or how to address the issue without hurting anyone's feelings. I'll probably force myself to ignore these worried feelings in the pit of my stomach until family actually arrives, where something will ultimately trigger me to explode into threats of physical violence.
This might seem minor, but it's been in the back of my head since the divorce...my mom, especially, has a hard time with me talking about (about...not even to him.) my dad without becoming mildly hulked-out.
On the other had, it makes for a great couple of introductory/preface pages for my thesis comic, which is turning into a case study of my life since that fateful car ride home on December 11th, 2004.
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"So--what are you getting dad for Christmas?"
"HIS FREEDOM! *sob!* We're getting a divorce!"
"....oh. Oh. I guess going halvsies on a sweater-vest is out..."
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It has been interesting to deal with this topic because there's so much I'm not being told. I've accidentally discovered a manilla envelop full of love letters written to my mother in the mid nineties from someone named Jim....I really want to talk to her about it so she can get over being mad at me and let me include this in the comic so my dad doesn't look like a total douchebag (or at least the only one). Oh, there goes my stomach again....damn!
I can't help but think I'm riding this fine line between exploiting my family's personal affairs and therapy. Hm.
Happier topic! Last weekend included: A barbeque, two rum and cokes on an empty stomach, one helacious hangover, 10 hours of dancing out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere, little-to-no sleep, a chilly camping trip, two dollar-fifty movie tickets and a gang of 3d animated wildlife, one embarrassing game of ddr, some especially tasty sushi, two deer-sightings, bald-hill hiking--all with my favorite boy.
Yay, distraction.
What I'm mostly terrified of is having my parents in the same room. I haven't actually seen them together, both at the same time, since before Winter 2004...And is my dad planning on bringing Stephanie? This would cause a copious amount of shit between my mother and father. It's just going to be weird, and that's that. Oh, shit it's going to be weird...I have a hard time dealing with confrontation of this nature. I just don't know what to do about it or how to address the issue without hurting anyone's feelings. I'll probably force myself to ignore these worried feelings in the pit of my stomach until family actually arrives, where something will ultimately trigger me to explode into threats of physical violence.
This might seem minor, but it's been in the back of my head since the divorce...my mom, especially, has a hard time with me talking about (about...not even to him.) my dad without becoming mildly hulked-out.
On the other had, it makes for a great couple of introductory/preface pages for my thesis comic, which is turning into a case study of my life since that fateful car ride home on December 11th, 2004.
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"So--what are you getting dad for Christmas?"
"HIS FREEDOM! *sob!* We're getting a divorce!"
"....oh. Oh. I guess going halvsies on a sweater-vest is out..."
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It has been interesting to deal with this topic because there's so much I'm not being told. I've accidentally discovered a manilla envelop full of love letters written to my mother in the mid nineties from someone named Jim....I really want to talk to her about it so she can get over being mad at me and let me include this in the comic so my dad doesn't look like a total douchebag (or at least the only one). Oh, there goes my stomach again....damn!
I can't help but think I'm riding this fine line between exploiting my family's personal affairs and therapy. Hm.
Happier topic! Last weekend included: A barbeque, two rum and cokes on an empty stomach, one helacious hangover, 10 hours of dancing out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere, little-to-no sleep, a chilly camping trip, two dollar-fifty movie tickets and a gang of 3d animated wildlife, one embarrassing game of ddr, some especially tasty sushi, two deer-sightings, bald-hill hiking--all with my favorite boy.
Yay, distraction.