It is miserable out today. I am huddled in my office peering out my little window into the rainy grey. It’s not a day that I feel like parking my car and spend 20 minutes walking to class. My office is also cold because my space-heater was taken away because (maybe) I left it on again after leaving. Is that such a crime! I am told this will start a fire. However right now I feel like I could build an igloo and my boss complains that he is hot. The insanity of the elderly!
I can’t possibly complain too much because I am attempting to cover my bare arms and warm myself with a large deep wine colored cashmere COACH scarf. YES! I know! I would insert a picture here if I hadn’t sold my camera last month like a fool. I also can only find this scarf in other colors on eBay so I can’t link to it there…trust me though. It’s lovely. It’s an early Christmas present from Kasey because I am not good with surprises and she isn’t good with making me wait for them.
Other than rubbing cashmere on my face I have been spending the morning plotting not going to class today. I know I shouldn’t because I have off from my classes all next week, but the cold rain and knowing that alternately I could be napping at Kasey’s house is so tempting. Now mind you I am going to go…it’s just nice to think about not going.
That is one thing about High School. I loved to skip class. LOVED it. It’s like a drug. You start missing a few and then every time you go to class you can’t stop thinking about all the other fantastic things you can be doing. Bonus points for missing school all together. Now, of course, in school I never ever got good grades so it really didn’t matter if I was there or not and I was so disruptive that I think my teachers were happy when I wasn’t there. College isn’t like that. When I go to class I’m always glad I went. I am enjoying my classes. I am also even getting…wait for it…As! People! I have gotten a 0 on a multiple choice test before. Now I realize that I am taking classes I really love right now, but still. An A is an A. That was my midterm grade for Women’s Studies. I actually looked at it and got concerned. See I was expecting a number and I had a W for Biology (withdraw) an I for Women & Politics (She didn’t submit our grades) and then this A. My first thought was, “Oh god. What does this stand for.” Then it sunk in that my first semester of my college experience I had an A on my mid-term report. This from the girl who only made the honor roll once in her entire school career before this.
I thought about telling my parents, but somehow I don’t think they will really care. That’s the thing. I feel like my parents could pretty much care less about anything going on with me. I mean…in the end I am still a liberal, feminist, lesbian dating a black girl. Who really cares if I’m getting good grades, right? Who cares about most of what I do? Don’t get me wrong my parent’s aren’t mean to me they are just pretty much apathetic to my life. My mom sometimes says I look sad and wants to talk to me, but whenever I do talk to her I feel like she doesn’t want to know. A common complaint from my parents about Kasey and myself is that we laugh too much. My parents, my father in particular find laughing very annoying. I can’t help it if I am happy when I am around Kasey. She is pretty much the only person that brings happiness into my life these days. I get this complaint from my sister too. We’re telling each other jokes and then my sister wants to know what is so funny, then I try to explain the joke to her and then she gives me a look like, you-guys-are-so-ridiculous. It just ruins the whole thing. I don’t know. I think it’s living with my parents again and the fact that my sister has been working with me a few days a week lately. It’s a little too much. My parents seem to love and adore my sister no matter what she does. She and my mom are all buddy buddy and they have what I call The Mother/Daughter Club and my mom always seems to really care what is going on in her life.
I just need to get out of their house and on my own again. Hopefully I can manage to do that soon. I will be so much happier when I am on my own. I just feel a lot more at ease when I am in my own space.
Side Note - Sorry that my writing has been so sparse…it’s not just time. I am having a lot of strong feelings right now. Feelings I wish would just leave me so that I could be blissfully indifferent. They won’t. Or, at least, they haven’t yet. Since my break-up I have been feeling a lot more private. I try to get my feelings out still as best I can on this site, but never before have I felt this need to keep my true feelings so safe and secure. Maybe it will pass. I hope it does. Maybe I will have another update on the whole thing, maybe I won’t. Who knows. The more and more the days pass the better it gets. So hopefully time will keep passing and I will keep getting further away from that crazy time in my life. I kept a private journal during the later half of my relationship with my ex and I also documented the days before and after the break-up. I went over it a few days ago to help myself make sense of it all. It marvels me to see how much I used to overlook. How different in spirit I was. I don’t think anyone had any idea what I was going through emotionally. I don’t think they ever will. I don’t think they care to know and honestly maybe we’re all like that. Maybe we don’t truly want to know our friends.
In any case I have been spending the last few days getting a few things straightened out and in order and deleting certain people from my various pages to give myself a greater sense of privacy. I realize how that may sound considering this website and my Flickr account, but I do keep more information on my Myspace and Facebook pages and I am just glad to have them more private.
Okay. I’m done for the day. I almost forgot I went to Philadelphia for the weekend last month and didn’t write about it yet! I am also reviewing an awesome children’s toy website tomorrow and you won’t want to miss that! The site is seriously the cutest and the owner couldn’t be nicer!