Well another week down, 5 more to go. This semester is flying by so fast I can hardly keep track of what day it is. Things continue to go smoothly, and I'm pretty much keeping up with all of my classes. I love my Clarinet and I can tell I'm making strides to improving myself on it. Sometimes, like two weeks ago, I feel like my fingers think I'm not meant to play it though. They get all twisted in to knots and just will not cooperate.
I've got a nasty sinus infection and have had it for a while. I finally went to the wellness center and I'm on 6 days of a 750mg anti-biotic. It seems to be working, although this is only day three, I already feel much better and can actually smell things again. Hopefully by day six it will be totally gone and I'll have my sinuses back to normal.
To Jessie:
I know I've said this a billion times already but I need to do it again. Thank you for always being there for me, no matter what. When I'm sick as a dog and throwing up and crabby, when I'm sad because I was ditched by someone I was looking forward to seeing, when I feel like I'm alone in this world, when my house doesn't feel like home. You're always there to curl up next to me and melt away my anger or pain or frustration, even when we're sleeping in separate beds. I seriously would be so lost without you, and probably would not have made it out of the hell I was in 7 months ago. Even through all the doubt I may have cause you, you still stood by me and helped me back on my own two feet after several train wrecks came through my life. Lately I've been feeling that even though we didn't know of each others existence you have always been here, in the background somewhere pushing me to get through things, to keep moving, to make it out alive. Things were looking so grim not to long ago, through no one's fault but mine, and you came in to my life like a hurricane and washed it all away. And seriously all you do is be your sweet adorable caring self. I love sitting on the bed in your dorm while your busy on the computer playing video games instead of doing your homework and just watching you. Not in a creeper sort of way, I promise, more like I don't want to blink because I don't want to miss anything. That smile you have comes from your whole body, and when you laugh it seriously feels like nothing bad will ever happen in the world ever again. You've taught me patience, you've brought a calm to me I've never had before, and hope that my future is going to mean something. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Ever. And I will never be able to let you go, and don't even want to think about having to.
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Interesting Weekend
The weirdest weekend of my life just came and went. I honestly didn't know what to make of it, and I'm sure I still don't.
My Sweet Pea went on the intercultural retreat with our school this weekend and had an awesome time! And I am so happy for her :) I'm a little jealous that I didn't get to go along this year, but I am definantly planning on making it next year. She brought back pictures that are just gorgeous of the grounds, and the frogs, and the praying mantis! Looks like it was soooo much fun :)
That's not the weird part of my weekend though......
I got home Friday a little after 2pm and had lunch and relaxed. Seeing as how Jessie left campus for the retreat around then, I decided to bug out early and beat traffic home. After my Dad came home he decided it necessary to tell me about a conversation he had with my mom and licking her feet. I have no idea why the hell my parents feel the need to clue me in on their sex life, or any part of that kind of thing, but they do. At dinner they brought it up again making me want to cut my ears off and leave them on the dinner table.
So Friday comes and goes, I finally get to bed and fall asleep. Around 2:30am I get a drunk txt from Becca and a phone call from Emily wondering where I am. I turned my phone off after that, but had a hard time falling back asleep. When my phone rings that late at night I panic a little. As I was reaching for it to pick it up all these worst case scenarios started racing through my head about Jessie, my Godmother, my Aunt, MY BROTHER. And when I didn't recognize the number, because I did not have Emily's number in my phone book, it made it worse. False alarm though, everything is fine-just made me jumpy. I go to work and get a whole bunch of stuff done for school, watch supernatural, still trying to shake off everything. When I get home my mom asks me if she called me during the week would I come home and be with her if she got lonley. My Dad is leaving for Vegas on Monday (today) and coming back Friday. I told her no, that I would come home if she was hurt or if someone broke in to the house but otherwise she's 50 years old and I don't have a whole bunch of time to just throw out the window. Now this request is strange in itself, but what made it worse was that I felt like she was coming on to me. I got this increadibly creepy, weird, fucked up vibe from her as we talked about this, and it kinda made me not want to be alone with her in the house ever again. Saturday night I had to flush the runt of the litter in my fish tank :( Poor little guy put up a good fight, and I had him over a year, but either the other fishes attacked him or he got stuck on the filter cause he was pretty banged up and just kinda did the dead man's float before I scooped him out. RIP little guy.
So Sunday I go to work, come home and get packed up, help my Dad out with a few things for his Vegas trip. We wash the cars, I cook dinner and everything is as fine as they can be. I get in the car, hit the highway and see three really bad accidents, one on the right shoulder, one right in the middle of the outbound side, and one on the inbound side. It's not even a full moon. Jeez.
I'm back laying next to my loveley now though, and everything is feeling much better. I'm hoping I'll be able to shake some of this creepy feeling I got from my Mom this weekend, Jessie is sure helping with that. I love her cuddles, and when she kisses me, and all this cute quirky things she does to pieces. She always can bring a smile to my face no matter how angry, or creeped out, or scared, or sad I get. She is an Angel. We're coming up on three months for her and I (officially) and 7+ months of knowing each other and I seriously could not be happier.
The Cubbies won the division title! Which always makes me happy. And my sinuses continue to get worse day by day. I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait to go get them scraped out, which is bothersome because I really cannot afford to take a whole bunch of time off of school. My Godmother says that having it done is really not that bad, but my sinuses are screwed up. I hope it would be a quick procedure but who really knows.
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My Sweet Pea went on the intercultural retreat with our school this weekend and had an awesome time! And I am so happy for her :) I'm a little jealous that I didn't get to go along this year, but I am definantly planning on making it next year. She brought back pictures that are just gorgeous of the grounds, and the frogs, and the praying mantis! Looks like it was soooo much fun :)
That's not the weird part of my weekend though......
I got home Friday a little after 2pm and had lunch and relaxed. Seeing as how Jessie left campus for the retreat around then, I decided to bug out early and beat traffic home. After my Dad came home he decided it necessary to tell me about a conversation he had with my mom and licking her feet. I have no idea why the hell my parents feel the need to clue me in on their sex life, or any part of that kind of thing, but they do. At dinner they brought it up again making me want to cut my ears off and leave them on the dinner table.
So Friday comes and goes, I finally get to bed and fall asleep. Around 2:30am I get a drunk txt from Becca and a phone call from Emily wondering where I am. I turned my phone off after that, but had a hard time falling back asleep. When my phone rings that late at night I panic a little. As I was reaching for it to pick it up all these worst case scenarios started racing through my head about Jessie, my Godmother, my Aunt, MY BROTHER. And when I didn't recognize the number, because I did not have Emily's number in my phone book, it made it worse. False alarm though, everything is fine-just made me jumpy. I go to work and get a whole bunch of stuff done for school, watch supernatural, still trying to shake off everything. When I get home my mom asks me if she called me during the week would I come home and be with her if she got lonley. My Dad is leaving for Vegas on Monday (today) and coming back Friday. I told her no, that I would come home if she was hurt or if someone broke in to the house but otherwise she's 50 years old and I don't have a whole bunch of time to just throw out the window. Now this request is strange in itself, but what made it worse was that I felt like she was coming on to me. I got this increadibly creepy, weird, fucked up vibe from her as we talked about this, and it kinda made me not want to be alone with her in the house ever again. Saturday night I had to flush the runt of the litter in my fish tank :( Poor little guy put up a good fight, and I had him over a year, but either the other fishes attacked him or he got stuck on the filter cause he was pretty banged up and just kinda did the dead man's float before I scooped him out. RIP little guy.
So Sunday I go to work, come home and get packed up, help my Dad out with a few things for his Vegas trip. We wash the cars, I cook dinner and everything is as fine as they can be. I get in the car, hit the highway and see three really bad accidents, one on the right shoulder, one right in the middle of the outbound side, and one on the inbound side. It's not even a full moon. Jeez.
I'm back laying next to my loveley now though, and everything is feeling much better. I'm hoping I'll be able to shake some of this creepy feeling I got from my Mom this weekend, Jessie is sure helping with that. I love her cuddles, and when she kisses me, and all this cute quirky things she does to pieces. She always can bring a smile to my face no matter how angry, or creeped out, or scared, or sad I get. She is an Angel. We're coming up on three months for her and I (officially) and 7+ months of knowing each other and I seriously could not be happier.
The Cubbies won the division title! Which always makes me happy. And my sinuses continue to get worse day by day. I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait to go get them scraped out, which is bothersome because I really cannot afford to take a whole bunch of time off of school. My Godmother says that having it done is really not that bad, but my sinuses are screwed up. I hope it would be a quick procedure but who really knows.
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The rain keeps falling
Another week down for the fall semester and I'm still keeping up. A little overwhelmed but still doing alright. I can't complain about very much, aside from feeling like most of my classes this semester are a complete waste of time....again..... 2 weeks on gregorian chant? SERIOUSLY? But whatever I need it to graduate and then teach, and I want to teach so bad- I can't wait to get out there :)
The rain has been unreal so far, flooding around sweet pea's house and mine, no baseball and a hurricane bearing down on the Texan coast OH MY. Every time it looks like it's breaking up over here and finally getting light outside it comes down again. I'm still moist from my walk to work this morning :( There is a major spot of RED coming at us on the radar, and when I got in to the office this morning it looked like it was night time out. I seriously had to double check my clock to make sure it was Saturday morning and not still Friday night.
Jessie's 21st birthday was yesterday, we had dinner with her parents at a very nice restaurant in Schaumburg. It was such a wonderful time enjoying some ribs and conversation with her parents, and not having any negative energy sitting at the table.
Coming home last night was hard for me to do I have to admit, I really wanted to just drive back to school and stay there, but I'm glad I didn't have to drive in the rain this morning. The first thing my mom did when I came home was bitch about my brother wanting to come home this weekend and him calling at 5pm wanting someone to come get him and how I was a better son. I seriously cannot believe her sometimes. Oh well only 2 nights at home and I'm out of here for several days.
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The rain has been unreal so far, flooding around sweet pea's house and mine, no baseball and a hurricane bearing down on the Texan coast OH MY. Every time it looks like it's breaking up over here and finally getting light outside it comes down again. I'm still moist from my walk to work this morning :( There is a major spot of RED coming at us on the radar, and when I got in to the office this morning it looked like it was night time out. I seriously had to double check my clock to make sure it was Saturday morning and not still Friday night.
Jessie's 21st birthday was yesterday, we had dinner with her parents at a very nice restaurant in Schaumburg. It was such a wonderful time enjoying some ribs and conversation with her parents, and not having any negative energy sitting at the table.
Coming home last night was hard for me to do I have to admit, I really wanted to just drive back to school and stay there, but I'm glad I didn't have to drive in the rain this morning. The first thing my mom did when I came home was bitch about my brother wanting to come home this weekend and him calling at 5pm wanting someone to come get him and how I was a better son. I seriously cannot believe her sometimes. Oh well only 2 nights at home and I'm out of here for several days.
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Normally, I try to do this only once a week
But today is one of those days I feel like I need my voice to be heard. Today is the anniversary of the 911 attacks on this country, and even though there is some skepticism as to why these events happened and or how, all that really matters right now in my opinion is that we remember not only those that passed but also those who selflessly gave their lives to try and protect the lives of others. Specifically our soldiers fighting over there, try to help an adolescent society start thinking in a more peaceful and prosperous way-for the good of the whole world.
I will certainly never forget that day, driving to school listening to the radio and hearing that a plane had just crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. My mother calmly assuring me that it must have been an accident and then the phone call from my father that the airport was on lock down and he was not being allowed to get the hell out of the one of the biggest international hubs for air traffic in the world. That sense of fear and doubt that if something did in fact happen at O'hare, I would never see my father again. Thankfully and wonderfully he was able to get off the airport and come pick my brother and I up at school, after watching the second plane hit the second tower and my mother refusing to leave her job to come get her kids that were scared out of their minds, angry, confused and lost. My father, my hero, took his full sized Dodge Ram and drove through two police barracades, risking not only injury but jail time as well to come get me and my younger brother. The cops did let him go, as they too had families and children in school-but bravely and selflessly stayed at their posts on the parimeter of the airprot and let my father go to be with his kids. To mourn the deaths of the countless numbers of people who passed, and to be together as a family. It was armagedon, and we were far from ground zero, but all three of us tried desperatley to stay glued to the television, to commune with those who were in the thick of it, and those who had lost their lives. An impossible task, but one we all felt neccessary as American citizens, as a family. This all might sound a little selfish on my part, I was home with my family, the family that mattered anyway-but I can assure you that's not how I meant it. I wanted to get in the car and drive to NY to help do whatever I could. I was far from legal driving age at that time and my father, who wanted to help too, thought that the safest place for us was right where we were-and also thought, and I think rightfully so, that the people there were doing everything they could and we would surely just be in the way by the time we got there. So instead of driving there, helping out first hand, my brother and I pooled our measly life savings togther and handed it to my father, who pooled it with his own money and we sent that, hoping that our small contribution could help someone, somewhere. I like to think it did, not only for my own peace of mind but also for the sake of those who needed it.
Today is a day for rememberance, thanks, and appreciation. Today as I go about my day making my girlfriends birthday present, skipping my first class, and while in conductin training it will be hard to shake how I'm feeling right now; and I don't want to shake it. This is something we can never forget, make it less dramatic yes, but not forget it. Otherwise I think those who have given their lives, both soldiers and civilians alike, would have done so in vain-and that my friends is almost worse than the attacks themselves.
Here is a list of those soldiers who bravely gave their lives fighting in the middle east:
List
Here is a list of some Iraqis who have also passed
List 2
"Find a way to mourn and honor these dead today. Because how we treat them matters" -Quinn G. Caldwell is Associate Pastor, Old South Church, Boston, Massachusetts.
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I will certainly never forget that day, driving to school listening to the radio and hearing that a plane had just crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. My mother calmly assuring me that it must have been an accident and then the phone call from my father that the airport was on lock down and he was not being allowed to get the hell out of the one of the biggest international hubs for air traffic in the world. That sense of fear and doubt that if something did in fact happen at O'hare, I would never see my father again. Thankfully and wonderfully he was able to get off the airport and come pick my brother and I up at school, after watching the second plane hit the second tower and my mother refusing to leave her job to come get her kids that were scared out of their minds, angry, confused and lost. My father, my hero, took his full sized Dodge Ram and drove through two police barracades, risking not only injury but jail time as well to come get me and my younger brother. The cops did let him go, as they too had families and children in school-but bravely and selflessly stayed at their posts on the parimeter of the airprot and let my father go to be with his kids. To mourn the deaths of the countless numbers of people who passed, and to be together as a family. It was armagedon, and we were far from ground zero, but all three of us tried desperatley to stay glued to the television, to commune with those who were in the thick of it, and those who had lost their lives. An impossible task, but one we all felt neccessary as American citizens, as a family. This all might sound a little selfish on my part, I was home with my family, the family that mattered anyway-but I can assure you that's not how I meant it. I wanted to get in the car and drive to NY to help do whatever I could. I was far from legal driving age at that time and my father, who wanted to help too, thought that the safest place for us was right where we were-and also thought, and I think rightfully so, that the people there were doing everything they could and we would surely just be in the way by the time we got there. So instead of driving there, helping out first hand, my brother and I pooled our measly life savings togther and handed it to my father, who pooled it with his own money and we sent that, hoping that our small contribution could help someone, somewhere. I like to think it did, not only for my own peace of mind but also for the sake of those who needed it.
Today is a day for rememberance, thanks, and appreciation. Today as I go about my day making my girlfriends birthday present, skipping my first class, and while in conductin training it will be hard to shake how I'm feeling right now; and I don't want to shake it. This is something we can never forget, make it less dramatic yes, but not forget it. Otherwise I think those who have given their lives, both soldiers and civilians alike, would have done so in vain-and that my friends is almost worse than the attacks themselves.
Here is a list of those soldiers who bravely gave their lives fighting in the middle east:
List
Here is a list of some Iraqis who have also passed
List 2
"Find a way to mourn and honor these dead today. Because how we treat them matters" -Quinn G. Caldwell is Associate Pastor, Old South Church, Boston, Massachusetts.
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This week in Andrewland
Week two under our belts it feels good to be back in school. Less 8 commutes and more time for studies, Jessie and friends- life is good. Yea the workload seems to be worse than last year but it's not impossible, and making wind ensemble and actually being able to tell I've improved (regardless of band placement) feels good as well.
Hung out with the old man last night, went down to navy pier and grabbed dinner, talked and watch the dark night at the Imax down there. I really enjoy hanging out with my Dad when it's just me and him and we don't have to worry about offending anyone with what we talk about or have other people contributing negatively to the conversation. Ice cream, pretty girls walking by and bs with my dad-it seriously was the most relaxing night I've had in the city in a long time. I havn't gotten to have one on one time with him like that in too long as well so it was good catching up and just hanging out.
Still trying to figure out what to get Sweet Pea for her birthday on friday. Turning the big 21! WOOT! Happy early birthday Jessie :*
Alright time for lunch and to get some homework done
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Hung out with the old man last night, went down to navy pier and grabbed dinner, talked and watch the dark night at the Imax down there. I really enjoy hanging out with my Dad when it's just me and him and we don't have to worry about offending anyone with what we talk about or have other people contributing negatively to the conversation. Ice cream, pretty girls walking by and bs with my dad-it seriously was the most relaxing night I've had in the city in a long time. I havn't gotten to have one on one time with him like that in too long as well so it was good catching up and just hanging out.
Still trying to figure out what to get Sweet Pea for her birthday on friday. Turning the big 21! WOOT! Happy early birthday Jessie :*
Alright time for lunch and to get some homework done
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