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I got a few cards in the mail yesterday. One was a belated birthday card which my mom had taken around my old high school (where she now works) to sign. Not a lot of my old teachers are still there, at least the ones that I liked, because they've all retired. (This makes me feel quite old!) But there are a few familiar signatures on there, with little messages. It makes me feel a bit warm and fuzzy to think that after years and years, they still remember and care, and a little bit creeped out that they know everything I'm up to because my mother won't stop yapping. My old guidance counselor, the one who kept trying to get me to join the Navy, even signed it. The man was useless, but seems to now know all about my "Dissertation Dilemma." What dissertation dilemma? The fact that I don't want to DO one? I don't like that man being out there and knowing so much about me.
But it was still sweet and made me feel really good when things have been kinda rough lately. Still, I feel like whatever funk I've been in for the last month or so is lifting. I predict by the age 30 I will detest my birthday, because this kinda shiznit happens every year and I'm getting tired of it. That or I really will de-age by about...seven years...and stop stressing out about how old I am! ;)
The other card was a St. Patrick's Day card, which was a tad late. Still nice though!
But it was still sweet and made me feel really good when things have been kinda rough lately. Still, I feel like whatever funk I've been in for the last month or so is lifting. I predict by the age 30 I will detest my birthday, because this kinda shiznit happens every year and I'm getting tired of it. That or I really will de-age by about...seven years...and stop stressing out about how old I am! ;)
The other card was a St. Patrick's Day card, which was a tad late. Still nice though!