Please Excuse The Mess

Well, I’m just about done with the summer session of school.  All I have to do is finish up a take-home final and turn it in by Monday.

I’m supremely happy to be (almost) done with the linguistics class.  Not because the subject was boring, but because I loathed the professor.  Every time I asked a question, I was given a song and dance around the *actual* answer.  She was very knowledgable, but a horrible teacher.  Class was confusing and frustrating, and most times at the end, I was alternately crawling out of my skin or ready to kick someone (her).  Good riddance, and I will never take another class with her again!

I will, however, miss my Oral Interpretation class – it was like a playground.  All we had to do was read poetry, prose, and drama in front of the class.  Well, we had to take a couple of tests (open-book), and we had to make it meaningful and entertaining to our audience.  I loved this class, it was so much fun.  For our last class tonight, we did group performances, which had to include all three kinds of pieces.  Our group was the best, naturally!  We did a play called Controlling Interest, which can be read here.  It is really silly, and I got to be Ashley, who was the all-knowing, sexy older girl.  Tuesday and Thursday nights are going to be really boring now. 

I’ve really been trying hard to keep myself busy lately.  My old foe anxiety has been making random appearances and I don’t like it one bit.  I find that running helps me feel better, but usually by nighttime it returns.  Not always, but sometimes.  I can’t pinpoint why I’m feeling this way, other than just having such an insane amount of free time on my hands. 

I did run today, in the middle of the day, and it was hot as balls.  After my run, I felt so giddy, so carefree, and completely at ease.  If I could feel like that all the time, my head would probably explode!

I had so many plans for this summer, and not many of them have come to fruition.  I had planned on my boys meeting the Fireman’s Little Man.  I thought for sure by now they’d know each other pretty well, and we would all be going camping this weekend, where we would meet the rest of his family.  Suffice it to say that these things haven’t happened.  His work schedule has left him little time with his own boy (he hates it), let alone extra boys and a girl.  He’ll be going camping with Little Man and his family this weekend, and I’ll be driving Little J to camp on Sunday.  I understand, but I am disappointed that we haven’t been able to do anything with all the boys together.

Another thing that I’d hoped would happen is another trip to Chicago for our birthdays.  His was Tuesday and mine will be on Monday.  I’ve saved some money, and my aunt offered to get us tickets to do some things…even offered to let us stay in her condo.  After the great time we had in March, it was something to look forward to.  Now I’m not sure if we’ll get to go.  He has so many commitments that it may not be possible to get him out of the city for even a day.  I could go alone, I suppose, but I doubt I would.  I want to spend time with my guy, dammit.  I guess that makes me selfish, but someone once told me that love is selfish.  Please cross your fingers and say a little prayer that he’ll be able to go.  Pretty please?  With sugar on top?

Anyhow, I guess I’ve done enough rambling.  My head is aching and I’m exhausted.