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Day 949: Shades of Grey and Mundane
Nov. 22nd, 2010 12:28 amThursday was...all right. Got a massage, but I think it helped more than hurt my slightly-out-of-place-and-uncomfortable ribs. I will need to see a chiropractor likely before and after testing. My right rib now feels worse than my left rib. Went to court with Angela but nothing good was going on, so we gave up and left. I went home and puttered around and then helped clean the church, and I got to talk to Cody.
Friday was all right. Got some useful things done, and some not-so-useful-things done, and then went and volunteered. Was a superwoman with sorting paperwork and also shredding paper, and then went to the courthouse with Yvon to help a woman fill out a harassment/protection order, and then I went home. Changed and ate food and went to the temple and then crocheted some and also called Cody, which was nice. He was tired, I was tired, but it was good.
Saturday was the best day ever. I went to training with Sensei Green, which I love lots, and after the main class he was nice enough to help me through with my rank requirements, which I'm feeling better about (although I still suck at line drills and certain types of dives and I need to work on combat techniques). After training I took a shower and then made homemade sushi (which wasn't very pretty but stuck together for the most part and also remains very tasty) and also chocolate chip muffins. I got Merlin downloaded in time for Angela to come watch, so we watched it together (it had one of the best scenes all season, when Merlin finally told some disgruntled magic user that yes, he does know what it's like to be ashamed of and hide who he is, and also Arthur letting his dad win a fight) and then I went to D&D. For the first time ever, we finished a campaign, which was awesome. I mean, we finish them every year, but it was my first time officially finishing one (and I'd barely made it to level six). We had an awesome board set-up and miniatures and everything. We were slow on the battles and didn't actually get to fight our way to the end, but we had a great time all the same, and I loved it (also I shared the chocolate chip muffins, which went over well). After D&D I came home and goofed off/crocheted until Cody called. He's home now, which kinda makes me wish I was going out to Idaho tomorrow (I thought he had classes Monday and Tuesday), but he has loads of homework so it's good I'm not in the way. Only now I hear there will be vicious snow storms on the days I plan to travel, so that's a bit worrying.
Today was a good day - I was flippin' exhausted and also ridiculously sore, given that we really didn't do anything strenuous in class on Saturday, but it was good. Talked to friends. Helped cheer up a girl whose brother is going through the juvie system. It's finally cold here, so cold that even I feel it in my overheated flat, so it makes me sleepy. I did laundry and starting packing for Tuesday, and then goofed off unforgivably till Cody called. We talked, and then he skipped off to his grandma's for pie and ice cream, and then I called Seirra and we talked, and then I crocheted some. I should either be in bed or writing letters. I suspect I will write letters and then go to bed.
Somehow the cold makes my world shades of grey. The days have been little better than all right, but Saturday was awesome and I'll get to see Cody soon, and that's what's important. These last six weeks have been hard, harder than the two-month gap that preceded our last few days together (and for a month of that two months we didn't even get to call each other). I think if I have a job I'll mope about him less, but I can't remember thinking about a boy quite this much or missing a boy so fiercely. Even when I had that long-distance relationship with Justin...urgh. I'm so afraid that I'm more emotionally invested in this than he is, but I figure, if this doesn't work out, well, I've broken a lot of hearts in my time, so I suppose it would only be fair that this time around it's my turn to get shattered.
Still, I'm cautiously optimistic. I'm not good at fighting for the things I want because I spend too much time trying to figure out if fighting is pushing too hard or backing off means I'm not fighting hard enough. We're supposed to fight for the things that matter, right? Only it's not that simple when someone else's free agency is involved.
We'll see how this goes.
Friday was all right. Got some useful things done, and some not-so-useful-things done, and then went and volunteered. Was a superwoman with sorting paperwork and also shredding paper, and then went to the courthouse with Yvon to help a woman fill out a harassment/protection order, and then I went home. Changed and ate food and went to the temple and then crocheted some and also called Cody, which was nice. He was tired, I was tired, but it was good.
Saturday was the best day ever. I went to training with Sensei Green, which I love lots, and after the main class he was nice enough to help me through with my rank requirements, which I'm feeling better about (although I still suck at line drills and certain types of dives and I need to work on combat techniques). After training I took a shower and then made homemade sushi (which wasn't very pretty but stuck together for the most part and also remains very tasty) and also chocolate chip muffins. I got Merlin downloaded in time for Angela to come watch, so we watched it together (it had one of the best scenes all season, when Merlin finally told some disgruntled magic user that yes, he does know what it's like to be ashamed of and hide who he is, and also Arthur letting his dad win a fight) and then I went to D&D. For the first time ever, we finished a campaign, which was awesome. I mean, we finish them every year, but it was my first time officially finishing one (and I'd barely made it to level six). We had an awesome board set-up and miniatures and everything. We were slow on the battles and didn't actually get to fight our way to the end, but we had a great time all the same, and I loved it (also I shared the chocolate chip muffins, which went over well). After D&D I came home and goofed off/crocheted until Cody called. He's home now, which kinda makes me wish I was going out to Idaho tomorrow (I thought he had classes Monday and Tuesday), but he has loads of homework so it's good I'm not in the way. Only now I hear there will be vicious snow storms on the days I plan to travel, so that's a bit worrying.
Today was a good day - I was flippin' exhausted and also ridiculously sore, given that we really didn't do anything strenuous in class on Saturday, but it was good. Talked to friends. Helped cheer up a girl whose brother is going through the juvie system. It's finally cold here, so cold that even I feel it in my overheated flat, so it makes me sleepy. I did laundry and starting packing for Tuesday, and then goofed off unforgivably till Cody called. We talked, and then he skipped off to his grandma's for pie and ice cream, and then I called Seirra and we talked, and then I crocheted some. I should either be in bed or writing letters. I suspect I will write letters and then go to bed.
Somehow the cold makes my world shades of grey. The days have been little better than all right, but Saturday was awesome and I'll get to see Cody soon, and that's what's important. These last six weeks have been hard, harder than the two-month gap that preceded our last few days together (and for a month of that two months we didn't even get to call each other). I think if I have a job I'll mope about him less, but I can't remember thinking about a boy quite this much or missing a boy so fiercely. Even when I had that long-distance relationship with Justin...urgh. I'm so afraid that I'm more emotionally invested in this than he is, but I figure, if this doesn't work out, well, I've broken a lot of hearts in my time, so I suppose it would only be fair that this time around it's my turn to get shattered.
Still, I'm cautiously optimistic. I'm not good at fighting for the things I want because I spend too much time trying to figure out if fighting is pushing too hard or backing off means I'm not fighting hard enough. We're supposed to fight for the things that matter, right? Only it's not that simple when someone else's free agency is involved.
We'll see how this goes.
