Chaotic Weekends
Long weekend... but not in the good way.
Good stuff first: My brother came down from Vancouver. Always good to see him... even if we spent the majority of our time together playing Advanced Wars Dual Strike (ah, Gameboy DS... wonderful toys) and watching Firefly. I love Firefly. So that was good. Oh, and Dave and Bill came down on Saturday... they came over around 5pm, and then Harry joined us around 8pm, and then my brother showed up at 2am... just as Dave and Bill were leaving, really, but at least they got to meet him for a few minutes. So that was all good.
Not so good stuff: The interview with the guy for the Master's programme went well... right up to when he asked for my grades. Which is a pity, really... but I learned a lot, I suppose. And he was a very nice guy... I wish him all the success with his work. I'll be working on it anyway, but in a far less enjoyable capacity (that is to say I'll still be stuck HERE... whereas if I got into the Master's programme, I could be somewhere decidedly less here).
Bad stuff: My parents freaking drive me crazy. It was hard enough to deal with not getting the Master's position... but on top of that, they seem to take rare pleasure in ensuring I'm as miserable as possible. Not intentionally, of course... they're not being spiteful, they just don't have a clue how miserable they make me. Ah well... I couldn't finish my mom's tango CD, and I have to head back to Georgetown tonight... that won't be much fun either, but whatever. And then back to London Tuesday night (11pm train that arrives in London around 1am), so I can be at work on time Wednesday morning. Joy.
{sigh}
Spoke with Bonnie again last night. She's doing well... more than I can say. Always nice to talk to her, though... one of the few things that makes me feel better (normally because I get this feeling of "Well, I may be a complete screw up and a total idiot... but there was at least awhile where you wanted to be with me... so I did something right, at least!"). She's really pushing for me to go to Japan... and I hope I can. I just don't know where the money is going to come from. $1,000 to get out there, if I'm lucky... but that still leaves me about $8,000 shy. And I really need to keep practicing my Japanese. The alphabet is finally starting to come to me... slowly, ever so slowly, but I'm getting it. The vocab, however... yeah, not so much. But I still have a couple months, at least.
Kat called on Sunday morning. My brother was over so I couldn't see her, but still, she called. Don't know what to make of that, either... I'm pretty sure she just wanted somebody to talk to (her grandfather passed away last week), but hard to tell sometimes. Still, that's another close run-in with no sex involved... I could get used to that, I suppose. The lack of sex in general is... lamentable, but perhaps unavoidable.
Bonnie said something interesting, now that I think about it. She said that once she started doing this med-school thing, that stuff just started to work. When she was studying for her psyche degree, and I quote, "I could do everything right, and stuff wouldn't work out. Now, it seems like I can do everything wrong, and stuff still works out alright at the end! It just became... easy, ya know?" I wonder if that's the way it's supposed to work... would make sense, though, as right now nothing has been working out. Whee.
Oh, coincidentally: Nicole = 18. Yeesh. Oh well... Ginny was 22 (I think she's 23 now), and prettier. Of course, I haven't seen her in over a month... and really, she's a waitress, which means she's paid to be nice to me... and the Keg is pretty darn expensive. Maybe I'll just take some more "me" time... chill out, relax, take things easy. I could probably use it.
Good stuff first: My brother came down from Vancouver. Always good to see him... even if we spent the majority of our time together playing Advanced Wars Dual Strike (ah, Gameboy DS... wonderful toys) and watching Firefly. I love Firefly. So that was good. Oh, and Dave and Bill came down on Saturday... they came over around 5pm, and then Harry joined us around 8pm, and then my brother showed up at 2am... just as Dave and Bill were leaving, really, but at least they got to meet him for a few minutes. So that was all good.
Not so good stuff: The interview with the guy for the Master's programme went well... right up to when he asked for my grades. Which is a pity, really... but I learned a lot, I suppose. And he was a very nice guy... I wish him all the success with his work. I'll be working on it anyway, but in a far less enjoyable capacity (that is to say I'll still be stuck HERE... whereas if I got into the Master's programme, I could be somewhere decidedly less here).
Bad stuff: My parents freaking drive me crazy. It was hard enough to deal with not getting the Master's position... but on top of that, they seem to take rare pleasure in ensuring I'm as miserable as possible. Not intentionally, of course... they're not being spiteful, they just don't have a clue how miserable they make me. Ah well... I couldn't finish my mom's tango CD, and I have to head back to Georgetown tonight... that won't be much fun either, but whatever. And then back to London Tuesday night (11pm train that arrives in London around 1am), so I can be at work on time Wednesday morning. Joy.
{sigh}
Spoke with Bonnie again last night. She's doing well... more than I can say. Always nice to talk to her, though... one of the few things that makes me feel better (normally because I get this feeling of "Well, I may be a complete screw up and a total idiot... but there was at least awhile where you wanted to be with me... so I did something right, at least!"). She's really pushing for me to go to Japan... and I hope I can. I just don't know where the money is going to come from. $1,000 to get out there, if I'm lucky... but that still leaves me about $8,000 shy. And I really need to keep practicing my Japanese. The alphabet is finally starting to come to me... slowly, ever so slowly, but I'm getting it. The vocab, however... yeah, not so much. But I still have a couple months, at least.
Kat called on Sunday morning. My brother was over so I couldn't see her, but still, she called. Don't know what to make of that, either... I'm pretty sure she just wanted somebody to talk to (her grandfather passed away last week), but hard to tell sometimes. Still, that's another close run-in with no sex involved... I could get used to that, I suppose. The lack of sex in general is... lamentable, but perhaps unavoidable.
Bonnie said something interesting, now that I think about it. She said that once she started doing this med-school thing, that stuff just started to work. When she was studying for her psyche degree, and I quote, "I could do everything right, and stuff wouldn't work out. Now, it seems like I can do everything wrong, and stuff still works out alright at the end! It just became... easy, ya know?" I wonder if that's the way it's supposed to work... would make sense, though, as right now nothing has been working out. Whee.
Oh, coincidentally: Nicole = 18. Yeesh. Oh well... Ginny was 22 (I think she's 23 now), and prettier. Of course, I haven't seen her in over a month... and really, she's a waitress, which means she's paid to be nice to me... and the Keg is pretty darn expensive. Maybe I'll just take some more "me" time... chill out, relax, take things easy. I could probably use it.
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