I feel very calm right now. I've got my tea, and I'm ready for bed. I'm just waiting for Mike to call and say good-night.
This is good because I have a rather long day ahead of me tomorrow.
I saw my Anna this weekend. I missed my Anna. I made her eggs. And bread and toast. :)
I also saw Mike. We're okay now, I suppose, but if I'm going to talk about how I feel, I guess that should be a whole separate entry. At any rate, I feel better about us than I had throughout the last week.
I saw my mother today. I went home to get the check for the tuition that hadn't been paid. Going home is always fairly frustrating to me. My mother expects so much of me, but she never pays any attention to anything that I say. I think I would actually pay for a solid two minutes where I could talk to my mother and have her look me in the eye and listen to the words coming out of my mouth. I was trying to talk to her today about grad school, and she kept interrupting me mid-sentence to say something irrelevant about football or ask someone else a question. She makes me feel like I don't exist unless I'm reminding her to honor obligations. At this point, you'd think I have wised up and realized that I'm not ever going to get her approval, so stop trying.
Anyway, point B of why I'm frustrated with my mother: She called this morning to ask me to take in Harley, one of our three cats. Only there's that whole thing where I'm an RA and can technically not have pets. But if I don't take him, she's giving him away because she doesn't like having so many pets. We've had him for only a year. She doesn't understand that pets are living creatures, not toys to be given away when she's bored. She's also trying to give away my brother's chinchilla, Gizmo, because he "stinks up the house." We've had Gizzy for two years.
This is even further underscored by the fact that they just got a new puppy, a spaniel named Max. Granted, he's the most adorable goddamn thing I've ever seen, and I don't tend to like dogs. He's so tiny and floppy and cute. But if you think you so many pets that you're getting rid of some, don't get any more.
I talked it over with Heather and Rac (because god knows, I hardly ever see Laura), and we're going to bring Harley here over Jan term to see how things work out, provided my mother honors the agreement to pay any vet bills and let me bring him home over school breaks. We have a two-floor apartment, so he'll have plenty of space to run around. And he's not much of a people-cat anyway, he mostly sleeps. The tricky bit will be evading Res Life. Me? Worst RA ever.
I just don't want him to be blindly given away. Money might get tight for me from time to time, but I figure if I buy a month's worth of food and litter when I get my paycheck, we should be fine.
After that fun pit-stop, Mike and I went to AC Moore so I could get some more supplies for my holiday gift soaps. I'm actually looking forward to making a decent chunk of my Yule gifts, and hopefully it won't leave me so financially strapped come January, which is always a sparse month because of post-holiday brokeness and the need to by spring semester books. I got avocado-based soap materials that should suspend herbs much better than my test-batch soap did.
Quandary the next: should I make or buy holiday cards for internet friends? Really, if I were to make them, they'd be fairly elaborate. We're talking vellum here. It might be cheaper just to buy some and personalize them.
I feel myself slowly getting into the holiday spirit. I really want to buy Bing Crosby's carol album. Especially since there's an exquisite duet with David Bowie singing The Little Drummer Boy. It warms me up.
Okay. Long post. I should go to bed now. I'll keep the phone by the bed.
This is good because I have a rather long day ahead of me tomorrow.
I saw my Anna this weekend. I missed my Anna. I made her eggs. And bread and toast. :)
I also saw Mike. We're okay now, I suppose, but if I'm going to talk about how I feel, I guess that should be a whole separate entry. At any rate, I feel better about us than I had throughout the last week.
I saw my mother today. I went home to get the check for the tuition that hadn't been paid. Going home is always fairly frustrating to me. My mother expects so much of me, but she never pays any attention to anything that I say. I think I would actually pay for a solid two minutes where I could talk to my mother and have her look me in the eye and listen to the words coming out of my mouth. I was trying to talk to her today about grad school, and she kept interrupting me mid-sentence to say something irrelevant about football or ask someone else a question. She makes me feel like I don't exist unless I'm reminding her to honor obligations. At this point, you'd think I have wised up and realized that I'm not ever going to get her approval, so stop trying.
Anyway, point B of why I'm frustrated with my mother: She called this morning to ask me to take in Harley, one of our three cats. Only there's that whole thing where I'm an RA and can technically not have pets. But if I don't take him, she's giving him away because she doesn't like having so many pets. We've had him for only a year. She doesn't understand that pets are living creatures, not toys to be given away when she's bored. She's also trying to give away my brother's chinchilla, Gizmo, because he "stinks up the house." We've had Gizzy for two years.
This is even further underscored by the fact that they just got a new puppy, a spaniel named Max. Granted, he's the most adorable goddamn thing I've ever seen, and I don't tend to like dogs. He's so tiny and floppy and cute. But if you think you so many pets that you're getting rid of some, don't get any more.
I talked it over with Heather and Rac (because god knows, I hardly ever see Laura), and we're going to bring Harley here over Jan term to see how things work out, provided my mother honors the agreement to pay any vet bills and let me bring him home over school breaks. We have a two-floor apartment, so he'll have plenty of space to run around. And he's not much of a people-cat anyway, he mostly sleeps. The tricky bit will be evading Res Life. Me? Worst RA ever.
I just don't want him to be blindly given away. Money might get tight for me from time to time, but I figure if I buy a month's worth of food and litter when I get my paycheck, we should be fine.
After that fun pit-stop, Mike and I went to AC Moore so I could get some more supplies for my holiday gift soaps. I'm actually looking forward to making a decent chunk of my Yule gifts, and hopefully it won't leave me so financially strapped come January, which is always a sparse month because of post-holiday brokeness and the need to by spring semester books. I got avocado-based soap materials that should suspend herbs much better than my test-batch soap did.
Quandary the next: should I make or buy holiday cards for internet friends? Really, if I were to make them, they'd be fairly elaborate. We're talking vellum here. It might be cheaper just to buy some and personalize them.
I feel myself slowly getting into the holiday spirit. I really want to buy Bing Crosby's carol album. Especially since there's an exquisite duet with David Bowie singing The Little Drummer Boy. It warms me up.
Okay. Long post. I should go to bed now. I'll keep the phone by the bed.