But still good.

So, Thanksgiving! Yeah, it had its moments but it was fun. Early in the day, when I was first at Mom's, we had a few moments of, you know, I guess typical "how the hell can we even do holidays" kind of thing. But, then SB and Jo-chan and my uncle came over. We played Silent Hill, cooked, ate so much food it isn't even true, ate again, then a little bit of eating, a snack or two, dessert, and then we watched Pineapple Express, which was stupid.

SB played us some of the music he's been arranging, which, holy hell. There are so many days when I can't believe he was my little turkey that I had to carry everywhere, who loved Pink Floyd already at age 2. He'll be 22 in a few weeks. WTMFF.

This has been a strange year. '09 was just a tragedy, and no mistake. '10 had its share of tragedies as well (a personal one I won't get into,) and its moments of entropy. But a few things are slowly melding back into place. Or new places, I suppose. This Autumn I get to see Jo-chan at least once every week, and we have so much fun driving back home from her college every Thursday, then watching Family Guy or whatever at my Mom's house at night. So much is missing still, but one thing I'm really happy for is Jo-chan being around so often. And I get to see my cousins and the Boychild often, too. I keep getting reminded of Lilo and Stitch, at the oddest moments. "Little and broken but still good." That's sappy, I know. But yeah.

I've got five days of school left and then I get my walking papers. I handed in my 30 page pathology report (a few nights ago I had a nightmare that I got a B on it, woke up legit crying,) and I have two more finals left, both on the same day. Two more days of working in the clinic; ten more hours of internship. Then I'm done. I won't have to make that stupid drive two or three times a week. Won't have to see those halls where I spent the last two years, being, jeez, not even nickled and dimed, but like, thousanded or something. And I spent so much time there miserable. I remember sitting in the upstairs lounge trying to study, knowing I would be going to the hospital on my way home to visit Gran in her last days. My chemistry test that I aced two days before she died. And having to go back there for one last final the week after I lost Dad, walking around that stupid place like a zombie. I can't imagine another place I'll be so happy to leave behind.

So, I was off Friday, that's last night, and I went out with Gold Dragon to see Due Date. Every movie I see has to have a dead father in it, doesn't it? Jesus. There would have been moments of awkwardness if I'd been there with anyone aside from Dragon, because he didn't turn awkward or nervous on me. Just a solicitous nudge to the arm and smile like, "This cool with you?" And it was, because it's just a stupid movie. We had a good time and that dumb movie wrangled a few genuine laughs out of me, I'll admit. Mostly because of Robert Downey Jr.'s hilarious reactions.

I'm off work today, too! And tonight, Wonderful Glassworker is coming over and we're going to go out and see Harry Potter. I know already how this one ends and I'll bet I'm going to shed a single crystalline emo tear of eternal blue sadness, or maybe two. But dude, it's Harry Potter. You've just gotta see it in the theater, no matter what. It's tradition.

And guess what? I HAVE TOMORROW OFF TOO, AND MONDAY. It's like a vacation for chrissakes! I don't have school Tuesday but I do have my last finals on Wednesday, and those finals are going to suck out my soul. We reviewed for them last Wednesday and it was dismal. I feel like I knew more before the review. How the hell did that even happen? It's like the knowledge got sucked out of me. For the first time ever, I have a really, really bad feeling about a final. Like, it doesn't even seem possible right now.

And the girl I had to review with was the Meltdown girl from a few weeks ago. Okay, she really creeped me out. Let's never mind that she grabbed onto my feet (it's reflexology) and said, "OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR FEET, THEY'RE LIKE BABY FEET, THEY'RE ALL SOFT AND SPONGEY." Spongey, seriously? Is that ever a word you want to hear in reference to any of your body parts at all? But that aside, she also hadn't cut her nails and it was like getting a reflexology treatment from Freddie Krueger, wtmff, I was cringing the entire time. It was hideous.

Anyway. Yeah, so I don't feel anything close to confident about this last final. I think maybe I already checked out. I don't know. I'm so done.

Well, shoot. I should get back to straightening up before Glassworker gets here. Hurray for awesome hang-out days. ^_^

But still good.

So, Thanksgiving! Yeah, it had its moments but it was fun. Early in the day, when I was first at Mom's, we had a few moments of, you know, I guess typical "how the hell can we even do holidays" kind of thing. But, then SB and Jo-chan and my uncle came over. We played Silent Hill, cooked, ate so much food it isn't even true, ate again, then a little bit of eating, a snack or two, dessert, and then we watched Pineapple Express, which was stupid.

SB played us some of the music he's been arranging, which, holy hell. There are so many days when I can't believe he was my little turkey that I had to carry everywhere, who loved Pink Floyd already at age 2. He'll be 22 in a few weeks. WTMFF.

This has been a strange year. '09 was just a tragedy, and no mistake. '10 had its share of tragedies as well (a personal one I won't get into,) and its moments of entropy. But a few things are slowly melding back into place. Or new places, I suppose. This Autumn I get to see Jo-chan at least once every week, and we have so much fun driving back home from her college every Thursday, then watching Family Guy or whatever at my Mom's house at night. So much is missing still, but one thing I'm really happy for is Jo-chan being around so often. And I get to see my cousins and the Boychild often, too. I keep getting reminded of Lilo and Stitch, at the oddest moments. "Little and broken but still good." That's sappy, I know. But yeah.

I've got five days of school left and then I get my walking papers. I handed in my 30 page pathology report (a few nights ago I had a nightmare that I got a B on it, woke up legit crying,) and I have two more finals left, both on the same day. Two more days of working in the clinic; ten more hours of internship. Then I'm done. I won't have to make that stupid drive two or three times a week. Won't have to see those halls where I spent the last two years, being, jeez, not even nickled and dimed, but like, thousanded or something. And I spent so much time there miserable. I remember sitting in the upstairs lounge trying to study, knowing I would be going to the hospital on my way home to visit Gran in her last days. My chemistry test that I aced two days before she died. And having to go back there for one last final the week after I lost Dad, walking around that stupid place like a zombie. I can't imagine another place I'll be so happy to leave behind.

So, I was off Friday, that's last night, and I went out with Gold Dragon to see Due Date. Every movie I see has to have a dead father in it, doesn't it? Jesus. There would have been moments of awkwardness if I'd been there with anyone aside from Dragon, because he didn't turn awkward or nervous on me. Just a solicitous nudge to the arm and smile like, "This cool with you?" And it was, because it's just a stupid movie. We had a good time and that dumb movie wrangled a few genuine laughs out of me, I'll admit. Mostly because of Robert Downey Jr.'s hilarious reactions.

I'm off work today, too! And tonight, Wonderful Glassworker is coming over and we're going to go out and see Harry Potter. I know already how this one ends and I'll bet I'm going to shed a single crystalline emo tear of eternal blue sadness, or maybe two. But dude, it's Harry Potter. You've just gotta see it in the theater, no matter what. It's tradition.

And guess what? I HAVE TOMORROW OFF TOO, AND MONDAY. It's like a vacation for chrissakes! I don't have school Tuesday but I do have my last finals on Wednesday, and those finals are going to suck out my soul. We reviewed for them last Wednesday and it was dismal. I feel like I knew more before the review. How the hell did that even happen? It's like the knowledge got sucked out of me. For the first time ever, I have a really, really bad feeling about a final. Like, it doesn't even seem possible right now.

And the girl I had to review with was the Meltdown girl from a few weeks ago. Okay, she really creeped me out. Let's never mind that she grabbed onto my feet (it's reflexology) and said, "OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR FEET, THEY'RE LIKE BABY FEET, THEY'RE ALL SOFT AND SPONGEY." Spongey, seriously? Is that ever a word you want to hear in reference to any of your body parts at all? But that aside, she also hadn't cut her nails and it was like getting a reflexology treatment from Freddie Krueger, wtmff, I was cringing the entire time. It was hideous.

Anyway. Yeah, so I don't feel anything close to confident about this last final. I think maybe I already checked out. I don't know. I'm so done.

Well, shoot. I should get back to straightening up before Glassworker gets here. Hurray for awesome hang-out days. ^_^