Isn't it inspiring when you have an epiphany and realise your not missing out on much? Saturday night consisted of about 6 hours worth. I spent the entire weekend house sitting and getting wasted with my best mate. Nick decides to come over. What followed was a beautiful evening of me staring at him with my mouth agape in wonder of was he always that boring?
All he could constantly talk about all night was his job, the infomercials he sees while he's doing his job because he's not allowed to sleep and having to wait out the front of the tattoo parlour for an hour because they were running late earlier that evening.
It was a good job I was stoned or my face may have melted.
In other non-face melting news, I have changed my bank. The bank I am now with specialises in students and has alot of allowances for us poor waifs. I also may (loosely) have a job in the pipeline. With these powers combined (the job and new student loving bank) I am eligible for a new student loan specifically for a new computer. And since I'm getting a laptop, I will never have to leave my bed, except for occasional toilet and feeding breaks.
I am still feeling a little out of sorts. Thanks to everyone for their beautiful comments on my last blog, especially roraleigh, which made me feel all fuzzy and special on the inside. I had an awesome session with my counsellor yesterday. We were talking about my dad and the previous weekend.
For those that didn't know, my dad spent the Friday night in hospital as he felt pain and tightness in his chest. Luckily he works there so they admitted him straight away. All his ECG's and blood tests came back negative so he's absolutely fine. I, however, was an internal wreck. I was so paranoid and for the next few nights after had to control myself to not sit by him all night incase he woke up and there was no one there for him. It's probably a good job I didn't because I seem to be asking him if he's okay more than is polite. He's begun giving me that "If you ask me again, I may yell back" look.
Anyways, so I discussed all this with my counsellor and while I hate the fact that I'm so obsessed with my dad's health. I'm terrified of him dieing to the point of it keeping me awake at nights. My counsellor pointed out how strong and mature I was about the whole situation. I didn't break down in front of him, I was strong and did what had to be done. And then this fuelled onto other area's of my life where I see my strength. So, all in all, that's made me quite proud of myself.
Well, that's all from me kids. I'm off to finish more assignments. I just handed up my first one ever, congratulate me. Now I have a 3000 word art assignment due Friday and am no-where near finished. I better hop to.
Giggidy Giggidy. Giggidy. Goo.
P.S I have done a friends cut. I kept all the people I regularly keep in contact with. No more adding just to see my boobies. You can wait until a full set goes up.
All he could constantly talk about all night was his job, the infomercials he sees while he's doing his job because he's not allowed to sleep and having to wait out the front of the tattoo parlour for an hour because they were running late earlier that evening.
It was a good job I was stoned or my face may have melted.
In other non-face melting news, I have changed my bank. The bank I am now with specialises in students and has alot of allowances for us poor waifs. I also may (loosely) have a job in the pipeline. With these powers combined (the job and new student loving bank) I am eligible for a new student loan specifically for a new computer. And since I'm getting a laptop, I will never have to leave my bed, except for occasional toilet and feeding breaks.
I am still feeling a little out of sorts. Thanks to everyone for their beautiful comments on my last blog, especially roraleigh, which made me feel all fuzzy and special on the inside. I had an awesome session with my counsellor yesterday. We were talking about my dad and the previous weekend.
For those that didn't know, my dad spent the Friday night in hospital as he felt pain and tightness in his chest. Luckily he works there so they admitted him straight away. All his ECG's and blood tests came back negative so he's absolutely fine. I, however, was an internal wreck. I was so paranoid and for the next few nights after had to control myself to not sit by him all night incase he woke up and there was no one there for him. It's probably a good job I didn't because I seem to be asking him if he's okay more than is polite. He's begun giving me that "If you ask me again, I may yell back" look.
Anyways, so I discussed all this with my counsellor and while I hate the fact that I'm so obsessed with my dad's health. I'm terrified of him dieing to the point of it keeping me awake at nights. My counsellor pointed out how strong and mature I was about the whole situation. I didn't break down in front of him, I was strong and did what had to be done. And then this fuelled onto other area's of my life where I see my strength. So, all in all, that's made me quite proud of myself.
Well, that's all from me kids. I'm off to finish more assignments. I just handed up my first one ever, congratulate me. Now I have a 3000 word art assignment due Friday and am no-where near finished. I better hop to.
Giggidy Giggidy. Giggidy. Goo.
P.S I have done a friends cut. I kept all the people I regularly keep in contact with. No more adding just to see my boobies. You can wait until a full set goes up.
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It seems fortune was beaming like a lighthouse for you and yours all around.
Congrats on your assignment!