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some_stars) wrote2011-08-31 09:49 am
some_stars) wrote2011-08-31 09:49 am
a complaint, and stuff
I dreamed about having horrible leg cramps, then woke up with a horrible leg cramp. The dream ones were the acute kind where I flex or point my foot too far for too long and the muscle starts violently spasming and I have to carefully but immediately move my foot back without pulling anything; the waking one was the bruised feeling of having been punched in the leg all night so now it cramps a little bit whenever I move the muscle at all. If I have a cramp that bad while I'm unconscious, I think it is only fair that my body WAKE ME UP FOR IT so I can FIX it rather than dream about it, then suffer all the next day. How the hell could I possibly have evolved to sleep through sudden sharp pain??
In other news, to reduce spam: the Halloween job is continuing to jerk me around and not schedule me, but I got paid in cash for the first week so that was nice. I got a call back from a grad student wanting a proofreader/typist, though it came at the absolute worst time and he insisted on calling me back this evening, when I was hoping to go to yoga with my favorite instructor, but I can get an earlier class at least. It would be nice to be able to use one of my actual skills again, and maybe even get a foot in on a semi-career that's one of the few I wouldn't mind too much, so I hope that works out.
Somewhat more notably, this morning my parents left for North Carolina for the semester; my dad got a fellowship (or something) to study at...Duke? Or something? The details sort of rolled off me, despite hearing about it for months and months now; there are probably fascinating psychological reasons for that. He's going up for the whole school year, but my mom's coming home spring semester. So for the next 3.5 months I'm on semi-adulthood status. Which should be interesting. The longest I've ever lived alone is just over three weeks, and the longest I've ever been away from my mom, with whom I'm ridiculously codependent, is six weeks, although that was ten years ago at summer camp. Obviously this arrangement is incredibly overdue and will probably be the healthiest thing that's ever happened to me, because I'm about to turn 27 and really now. But it's still SCARY.
My list of things to do now that I live alone, btw, is as follows:
1. Play loud music ALL THE TIME, and sing along
2. Watch porn with the volume on
3. Hook up the PS2 and the DDR mat again, without fear of judgy onlookers
4. Walk around naked (when not near windows)
5. Cook chard and collards and mustard greens, which nobody else but me will eat
6. Do yoga in the master bedroom where there's actually room for it
7. Bring girls home, in theory
That's all I have so far. We shall see what comes.
In other news, to reduce spam: the Halloween job is continuing to jerk me around and not schedule me, but I got paid in cash for the first week so that was nice. I got a call back from a grad student wanting a proofreader/typist, though it came at the absolute worst time and he insisted on calling me back this evening, when I was hoping to go to yoga with my favorite instructor, but I can get an earlier class at least. It would be nice to be able to use one of my actual skills again, and maybe even get a foot in on a semi-career that's one of the few I wouldn't mind too much, so I hope that works out.
Somewhat more notably, this morning my parents left for North Carolina for the semester; my dad got a fellowship (or something) to study at...Duke? Or something? The details sort of rolled off me, despite hearing about it for months and months now; there are probably fascinating psychological reasons for that. He's going up for the whole school year, but my mom's coming home spring semester. So for the next 3.5 months I'm on semi-adulthood status. Which should be interesting. The longest I've ever lived alone is just over three weeks, and the longest I've ever been away from my mom, with whom I'm ridiculously codependent, is six weeks, although that was ten years ago at summer camp. Obviously this arrangement is incredibly overdue and will probably be the healthiest thing that's ever happened to me, because I'm about to turn 27 and really now. But it's still SCARY.
My list of things to do now that I live alone, btw, is as follows:
1. Play loud music ALL THE TIME, and sing along
2. Watch porn with the volume on
3. Hook up the PS2 and the DDR mat again, without fear of judgy onlookers
4. Walk around naked (when not near windows)
5. Cook chard and collards and mustard greens, which nobody else but me will eat
6. Do yoga in the master bedroom where there's actually room for it
7. Bring girls home, in theory
That's all I have so far. We shall see what comes.
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I always knew I wanted to move out as soon as possible, but my friend