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The real thing

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Running around on xmas really takes a toll — especially when you’re running on about two hours of sleep.

For xmas eve, Mike came over for dinner. We had all kinds of seafood: scallops, white cod fillet, some other kind of fillet, and of course the requisite pasta. Noni made lasagna for Mike, since he’s allergic to fish. We had tuna sauce, white clam sauce, some other kind of seafood white sauce, and regular sauce for Mike. Dessert was two kinds of cheesecake — the Jell-O kind and homemade baked — and apple pie. I was so full I could only manage a tiny sliver of the homemade cheesecake, and couldn’t even finish that.

Between dinner and dessert we did gifts. I gave Mom and Lauren their embroidery gifts, and Lauren Wall-E and a To Write Love On Her Arms tee shirt. (I had taken Mom to see It’s A Wonderful Life on stage in November as her gift.) Dad really liked the small First Aid kit and thermos set I got him for hunting. Mike liked his gifts, too. Continue reading →

It's beginning to look a lot like ridiculous

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I’ve got mixed feelings right now. Part of me is really happy and excited. Another part is a little anxious. The other part is mad.

I finally got in touch with the Dean of Academic Affairs today. It turns out that she was out sick last week. I spoke with her over the phone and she said that if I could provide proof — an Academic Advising Form that my advisor wrote the class down on and signed — she would let me graduate. Voila, I have the form! I’m going to meet with her tomorrow to give her the form and take care of whatever paperwork or whatever is necessary.

The bad news is, because I gave up last night, I’ve got to get as much Visual Basic done as possible before midnight tonight. Kind of makes me want to kick myself for not at least trying.

I also might be getting a better car. It’s a 1998 Pontiac Sunfire and the guy will give it to me for $400. I have to go look at it tomorrow with Dad to assess some minor damage and a couple things that are wrong with it. If Dad thinks he can fix the few things that are wrong, and I like the car, I’m getting it.

The downside of things is that tonight I found out a couple certain family members were talking shit about me at a recent birthday party we all went to. It’s nothing that hasn’t been said to my face, but it just pisses me off that someone who was supposed to be my friend would talk badly about me behind my back. It was shocking enough when this person said it to my face; it’s even more shocking to know that they said it to someone else, without me there to defend myself. I am so tired of fake people and the little jabs that this side of the family likes to dish out. I trusted this person, and I thought we were close, but I guess I was wrong.

On top of that, I called another family member — same side of the family — to make sure it was okay if Mike came to dinner and they kind of hemmed and hawed and claimed to not have room. Then they gave me a hard time about us coming later because we also have another place to be. I am so tired of these people refusing to accept our relationship. I thought this person was better than that; they’re usually more welcoming when I bring him around. I didn’t even tell him, because I didn’t want his feelings to get hurt, which I guess is why I was kind of annoyed that he didn’t seem to care when I complained to him about the other family members’ remarks and this one’s problem with us being late.

I constantly feel like the outcast of the family. I don’t know why, but they all seem to have something against me. I never did anything to them. There’s always some sort of jabbing remark, or disapproval toward my boyfriends or my choices. I’m not stupid, I know what qualities to go after in a person. I have standards. I also know how to make decisions for my own life.

Anyway, I have a monster of a headache from doing the whole last minute shopping thing, and I really need to get as much VB done as possible. I guess Thursday will be an interesting day, at the least.

Let's play Blue's Clues

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I’ve come up with some ideas for what my super secret surprise for xmas is. I only have a few clues. Mike let it slip that his gift is going to make me cry, and that he hopes it fits. He also had to ask my mom a few questions regarding the super secret surprise, and at first only he and Britt (his sister) knew what it was. Now his mom knows, too; she could barely contain herself when he called and told me he got my gift. I also know that the store he got it at had a huge sale — everything was discounted by 50% or more.

I know he wouldn’t have to ask my mom about my clothing or shoe sizes and it’s definitely not lingerie, because that would just be inappropriate to ask my mom about. It’s not a day at the spa, because I wouldn’t have to wear a massage and facial mask. :D It’s not a coat, because I already have millions of coats and jackets. Besides, I’ve already crossed clothing off the list of possible gifts.

Now, I’m trying to stay away from the obvious here, because he said he wasn’t proposing and I don’t want to jump to conclusions anyway. I asked him not to propose because the surprise would be ruined, and he simply replied that he wasn’t and that it would be a surprise no matter when he did it. I pointed out that we should move in together first and he agreed. I’m really not sure what it could be aside from an engagement ring, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.

It might be a promise ring, but I doubt it because a) we both agreed that we don’t believe in them and b) he’s a straightforward person; he would just cut right to the chase. It could be a charm bracelet or a necklace of some sort. Still, I don’t think either of those would be hard to size for me. I’m not a charm bracelet kind of girl, anyway, and I would hope he knows me better than that. The only jewelry I wear is a thumb ring and gauges in my ears. Oh-so-girly. :P

I guess I will just have to wait and see. At least I’m not the only one out of the loop. Lauren (my sister) doesn’t know what it is, either.

I wish I could spill what I got him, but there’s always the chance that he might read this so I have to keep my mouth shut. I think he’ll like it. Maybe I’ll make a password-protected post and post some photos. :D

It's time to get crackin'

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I got busy yesterday. I got fed up with restless sleep, nightmares, pimples and gnawing at the inside of my cheeks. I realized that there will be a next time for my car to pretend to die while in Reverse. I realized that I want to get my BA bad enough to sacrifice things I’m already sacrificing (read: sleep). I realized that even though I managed to escape the slew of layoffs this week at my job, I am not going to get more hours there.

So I grew up in a matter of minutes.

I called SCSU and asked them if I would need to take a foreign language as a transfer student. I got a “yes,” and even though I’ve never been good with learning languages, luckily I have a sixteen-year-old sister who’s taken three years of Italian. She’s got my back.

I called Dr. DeLucia, my parents’ GP, and made an appointment with the nurse practitioner there (the doctor won’t be available until January). I get to go in next Friday and try to explain my chronic pain to a fifth doctor. I’m not sure if I’m going to see the neurologist yet, after the nightmare I had a few nights ago. I dreamed “the neurologist” — he didn’t have a name in the dream — performed surgery without my consent and cut off my hands. He reattached them and they were removable; I could also put these hookish things on my hands. Somehow my subconscious managed to get control of this dream — I usually can control dreams but this one really had me scared — and my dream-self sued his ass for $30,000. (When I told my mom about this dream, she told me I could have sued him for millions. Now I’m really mad!) Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be calling the neurologist just yet.

I also went job hunting, because I decided that in order to get to SCSU — and a better car to get me there — I’m going to have to get a second part-time job. Of course, the easiest job to get right now is retail, because everyone is looking for temporary help during the holiday season (and they only want to give that temporary help a couple days a week). For me, this is perfect. Except I hate retail. I got entirely too comfortable in my safe, quiet office. Now I’m trying to get back into retail at the worst time of the year. I’ve decided if I’m going to lose my mind, I should just do it all the way.

Luckily, by the time I start working at the second job I should be done with school until January. I figure if I can work a month or so I will save enough money for another car; I’ll just dump the entire paycheck into my savings account. I’ll take Italian and an English class in the spring semester to get started, because it’ll have to come out of my own pocket without the financial aid. I may take a class or two during the summer and will definitely go back to full-time in the fall.

I also got Mike’s xmas gift, and coincidentally he got mine. I’m really intrigued now. Over the phone, he unthinkingly blurted out that he hopes it fits. Hmn.

I’m not playing your guessing games anymore, mister!

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I’ve given up on trying to figure out what Mike’s big xmas surprise for me is.

I asked him if he was planning on proposing, because I didn’t want that kind of surprise to be ruined, but he’s not. We both agreed we want to move in together and experience living with each other before we take that step. So yay for being on the same page but boo to having no answer. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.

I think he’s enjoying himself, though. The other day he told me that whatever I’m getting him will not top what he’s getting me. Gee, thanks darling. A couple of weeks ago he offered to give me some clues. Naturally, I took him up on it. My first clue was that it needs a key, and that you could sit in it. This confused me, so he gave me another clue.

“It’s something you’ve been asking for.”

My eyebrows went up. “I… I have no idea.”

“It starts with a P and ends with a Y.” When I still didn’t get it, he said, “It starts with a P-R and ends with a Y.”

“Privacy?” When he said yes I was excited that I’d guessed his word clue but still confused. “A vacation?” Nope. “A hotel room?” Nope.

“You pay for it monthly.”

“An… apartment?”

“Yes!” He then proceeded to tell me that Tyson’s, his sister Britt’s boyfriend, cousin — who owns the duplex they live in — was moving out and that Britt and Tyson had worked out an agreement with him. We could live there, in that beautiful duplex apartment, for free.

“But what about bills and stuff? We can’t afford that!”

“Britt’s going to help us out for a while,” Mike said.

I couldn’t speak. “But that’s not fair to her…” She didn’t mind, he said. “I can’t believe… Wow. Really?”

“No.”

Sometimes I am entirely too gullible, and he is just terrible.