I just got home. At 11:10. I left faire in Truckee at 5:15. yeah folks. 6 fucking hours. THAT is why I left faire early. *sigh* Although, I did shorten my traditional drive to/from Davis to only 3 hours.

*sigh*

And now I have homework to do. *sigh*

*clear throat*

I… have empty bookshelves. Go me.

Tonight I was charmingly asked by not one, but two people to come be social instead of making a lame ass attempt at packing. I’m so glad I did. I got snuggles and great conversation. Last night I had lovely people come over and cheer me up.

Ok, no more being whiny for me. My friends are far too amazing for me to be able to justify being upset. Thank you all so much. I would really like to get sappy and thank people individually now for how wonderful they are and how they specifically make me feel special, but I really need to go to sleep and that would be a little too schmoopy even for me. Suffice to say, I’m very grateful for the people who consent to being in my life. Thank you.

When I was younger, in high school and through most of my undergrad years, I hated Shakespeare. I thought he was so boring. Then I had a professor who introduced me to the “dirty” side of Shakespeare. Now, I find myself incredibly excited about teaching the bards work. His plays have such rich language and there are so many parts of my life that I can bring into teaching these works. My theatre background; I am sure I will find a way to bring up period dancing. I love the clothing of the period.

This is going to be fun.

I’m a slut I guess.

So uhmmm, does anyone have boxes lying around? 😀

I could use about ohhh 20 more… *sigh*

I hate packing.

What I announced in my journal was tonight. I’m not supplying food, just tonic water. Bring other stuff. I’m sure I can share some alcohol as well. 🙂 I don’t have any other interesting mixings for the tonic water.

I repeat. If you just saw stuff in my journal, that is for tonight. There was an email about something else, but that was something else.

Ok. Better now?

Would someone like to bring me the gift of packing tape? I’m too lazy to go to the store…

I skipped class tonight because I have a wicked fierce migraine. I’m sure it is stress induced. Instead I have thought a lot about the upcoming move and done jack shit to get ready for it.

I have also had an interesting time thinking about the state of my life. It is kind of sad/lame that I can sit around and think of loads of wonderous things in my life and still not be happy. I’m trying though. I have loads of good things in my life. I have the coolest friends. I have some pretty amazing people interested in me. I am so lucky. I keep wondering how my life is going to go. I have no idea yet.

Trying to perk up. Damnit. I can do it. And a conversation earlier in the day made me feel… interested. Hopeful? I don’t know. Confused. Breathless. Someone who has known me through all of my spastic freakiness and still has some interest in me. Wow. Uhm, I don’t know what to say. Good days, bad days. How many good days have I had this week?

(Following discussion of a friend of mine giving away a bed.)

Jenny: I might be interested if there’s room in my room. That way, if you have a nightmare, there’s room for you to curl up with me.

Yeah. That’s worth a whole lot of driving. That represents a lot of love and caring.

The internet is not doing tricks for me. Damn you all. Fine. I guess I’ll go be productive.

Homework for the week: done.

It sucked in a few very specific ways and it sucked in some very general ways.

I started off yesterday crying. Basically the first thing I did when I woke up was start crying. I went into Tom’s room and I cried and talked to him. I told him about all the things that are overwhelming me and why I’m having trouble coping. He was comforting for a few minutes, but then he started backing off. He needs to develop space and I respect that. It doesn’t make it easier. He was also in the process of getting ready to go somewhere and didn’t have time. So basically, sucked to be me.

I had a friend over yesterday. I didn’t entertain her much. I was so tired and shitty feeling that I didn’t get much done and I didn’t entertain her very much. I felt like a failure as a hostess. We watched a couple of movies and we both got some relaxation time. Not really too bad considering that neither of us sleep enough. Eventually we got dressed and headed up to the QoH party. (It’s a sex party, for those of you who don’t know.)

I played with two people for most of three hours. The play really didn’t go how I wanted it to go. The girl and I were being lesbian sheep and there was a situation with the guy that resulted in me feeling really rejected. I didn’t manage to recover. (As I left one of the hosts of the party asked if there was anything he could do to make my next party better. I flippantly said, “Tell ‘x’ not to be an asshole.” I didn’t mean it. If it was repeated to the person, I apologize. I don’t think he is an asshole. The situation just sucked for me.)

So I started driving home from the city. I was crying. I was feeling really shitty. I started really wanting to cut. It is a pathetic coping mechanism, but one that I don’t seem to know how to get over. I liken it to being an alcoholic. You never stop wanting to cut/a drink. You take it day by day trying not to do it. It also comes back to something to something I said to a friend recently. She is going through a bad period in her life as well and she related that she had felt briefly suicidal and is now more conscious of some things. For me, being suicidal is like being a brunette. I can color my hair and try to pretend that I’m not, but I always am, and the roots will always show again eventually. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t suicidal. I don’t know what it is like to not want to die. I live with it every single day. I don’t think people realize that I really would like to die. Each and every day I think, at least once, usually most of the time, that I would like to die.

And when I’m doing well being suicidal and wanting to cut is still there. Just not as large or as obviously. When I’m not doing well, which I’m not right now, I have trouble going five minutes without thinking self-destructive thoughts.

I’m really ready to get over this piece of being depressed.

I’m exhausted. I haven’t gotten enough sleep in weeks.

I’m doing one of my insanely long cycles again. I really hate being a girl.

Ethiopian food rocks my socks off.

My aunt actually called me today just to chat. I felt really happy about it.

If you are waiting for an email from me, it isn’t cause I don’t love you. My brain is totally over-loaded from school and I’m just not functioning well.

The lease for the apartment will be signed on Monday. I still have no idea when I will actually move. Having flexibility means I can be hella lazy.

Cocktails and Conversation: Tuesday. After 6. Be prepared to be kicked out by 10/10:30. If you have my address already, you are invited. If you don’t have my address, comment or send me an email and we’ll figure something out.

I miss Tom. When he sits next to me on the couch it is hard not to curl up around him. I miss knowing that he is mine.

I gave my three minute presentation today. It went well. I talked about how often I’ve moved. I talked about how my social skills have been impacted by not having any sort of stability. Kind of asking for a bit of leeway when I’m a spaz. People were very supportive. Not a bad group I guess. I still don’t like the uberbitch.

I’m jonesing on this Gaelic Storm song. It’s making me all melancholy though. God I miss love.
She was the prize

From my mother I learned the fine old art of stock-piling. My kitchen is always capable of carrying me and Tom without a trip to the grocery for at least a month. After a while we would miss fresh vegetables and milk, but there is technically enough food for us to survive.

Other than bread and lunch meat and milk I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while. Like, more than two weeks. I’m using stuff up. I’m planning out meals to clean out the pantry because I store food in tupperware and I don’t want to move most of it and I’m not leaving my tupperware. I won’t have much when I move, but he will have absolutely nothing. I feel kind of funny about it. It was part of our formal contract that I was to keep the kitchen well stocked at all times. I feel like I’m breaking the rules now. He will still have the can of Pork and Beans that he moved down here from Portland with in 1997.

I have enough white rice to feed a family of four for six months. I have an idea. *plot* *plot*

So, who likes drinks with tonic water? We have some open containers we need to finish off. Who would like to come over some Tuesday or Thursday night in the next two weeks for some drinks and conversation?

The stupid bitch that I hate has made life really intolerable in class. I told the teacher today that I need to be moved to a different lit group. I simply will not work with someone who is hostile and nasty every time she speaks to me. The teacher understands and said she would see what she can do.

I had to have someone that I was out with in the class. I just couldn’t handle full closet-ization. So the chick I have been carpooling with is now a confidant. She is really nifty and I was enjoying her company in general. She is very cool with stuff and she can now understand some of the things I have said. heh. Life is plugging along…

Birthday party: A+
First day of MSF class: A
Friends birthday party: C- (It was both really great and really crappy because I was involved in hurting someone.)
Second day of MSF class: B (I was tired and distracted by thoughts of being a shitty person.)
Passing MSF class: A+
Negotiating with Tom for things in the house: D
Homework productivity: D- (Utterly unacceptable. *sigh*)
Getting new laptop set up with my stuff on it: C+ (Not done yet, but progress was made.)

Outlook for coming week: Social life? What’s that? Homework… homework… homework… *sigh*

Tomorrow I get to finish my transcription of The Dictes or Sayengis of the Philosphres, and create a lesson plan for “Romeo and Juliet” and write an analysis of said lesson plan, and do lots of reading for classes. If I finish all of this (unlikely, but technically possible) then date night on Tuesday can be all fun and games. If not, more homework! Ew.

I feel really bad that I hurt someone. I dislike being a selfish person.

My birthday party was amazing. I made out like a bandit. I got a laptop and The Dress. I got books and cd’s and hugs and kisses. I felt loved and special and the people in my life rock.

The MSF class is going great! I passed the written portion with a 96% and I’m doing really well on the riding. It is so fun. God I want a bike.

Does 23 feel any different than 22?

Nope.

Still all kinds of mixed up. Can anyone please relay to me the exact age when I will feel like a grown up and not be such a confused bag of emotional whirl-windyness?

I really need to sit down and write a post about my interesting group/loner tendencies. I seem to be unable to be any sort of a group participant at school. I am significantly hostile to the idea. However, ya’ll know just how freakin group oriented I am in my private life. It has been a really interesting thing to obserb. It seems as though I don’t bond if there is 0 sexual energy exchanged. (Not that I fuck everyone I am friends with, but it is ok for the energy to be there.) I’m pondering this a lot.

Now I get to try and stay awake through 3 hours of personal revelations from people I couldn’t care less about. hm. Nap time this afternoon I think.

One hour and 35 minutes until my birthday.