Well, I think I’m pretty much on schedule as far as doing something new, or somewhat new anyway, goes.
All moved in, unpacked, pretty much settled and attempting to re-create a routine…cue in the mild case of separation anxiety and the checklist is complete.
Though, after these three days I’m getting over it–phew!
Some guy stopped by today, a communications/public speaker student trying to get names or something that would result in his being rewarded $10,000 toward his future career (opening a coffee house in Morgantown, WV, called Cool Beans–which I LOVE. One of my favorite phrases EVER). He was asking us questions like what our names were, our majors, and what careers we were pursuing, and then told us that he himself was trying to be a Chip ‘n Dale dancer.
I sort of froze and stared at him for about ten seconds because I was too caught up to break into insane laughter. Just to show you how much of an utter Supernatural fan I am, his proclamation of hoping to become a Chip ‘n Dale dancer immediately brought the Supernatural blooper to mind, where Dean knocks on the door and both of the brothers are in priest attire with cut-off sleeves and he says, “Hi, we’re Chip ‘n Dale dancers and we just moved into the neighborhood.”
Cracks me up, man.
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Parents, philosophizing again
Dad pretty much moved back into the house, the day I moved out haha! The parents are on somewhat of an upward reconciliation climb with a three month trial period. After hoping for what seemed like months in what actually only encompassed a couple of horrid days or almost a terrible set of weeks, I still wonder if that’s best. But I don’t know what’s going through their heads.
Dad keeps telling me he’s glad I was there, and that’s very heart-warming, considering the horrible state he was in, but I feel like it’s weird that he’s thanking me. Not just because he’s given me so much, but because where else would I be? And we were out at dinner together with Mom and she said that it’s because my love for them is unconditional.
I found that odd and sort of surprising.
I wonder if that’s what it is. Frank found the entire thing unforgivable and stands by that, but that’s been a long time coming, however sad that is to the rest of us. To me, I feel as if it wasn’t my affair, really, not against me personally (even if I was sad on Mom’s part), but after seeing them kind of reconcile, I don’t know that I’d forgive a second time, based on my own principles. I’d still be there, I know I would, but there would be a part of me that would look at him as if he was different. If I’d known about the first time, or if there was a second one before even this one, I may have felt that way now, but it was new to me, and is new to me still, and oh, I don’t really know what I’m saying.
Though, if it had happened to me, I don’t think I could ever be forgiving. If someone does something or says something against me personally, I tend to hold it close–it’s not that I don’t forgive, because I do, I try to as much as possible because I hate being angry, it just makes me sad…it’s just that I don’t forget.
And thinking about it, I don’t know how common unconditional really is, and that makes me a bit sad. How long can how you feel about someone stay unconditional? Is it a three strikes and your out kind of deal? Does it become a shame on you sort of thing after a while? I guess not, because then that would contradict the word, right?
Is there really unconditional out there?
I feel like that’s the important kind, and I wonder how many people find that. I guess you only know if it’s been tried and turns out true.
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Anyway. Has been a very relaxing week thus far–have been trying to keep on track as far as exercising each day, and I’m happy to say that so far, I’m a bit more than two weeks strong on that count!
Have awful writers’ block. Haven’t completed a story since…last fall for Creative Writing: Fiction. Probably won’t complete one again until next semester, when I hopefully am able to take Creative Writing: Non-fiction and Advanced Fiction. I wish I’d been able to take one this fall, but unfortunately both classes conflicted with a required lab I need for my major.
Blogging helps I guess. Wish I could finish something! My Tidbits file is 33 pages long now. All mini-ideas, plot-bunnies that never turn into rabbits that I can pull out of a hat and magically produce a complete story with, a bunch of characters that sometimes seem to have a common trait or theme…
I was taking to Stu about my type of character last year some time and he said that he could see it, could tell that’s the kind of character I’d create because it’s the kind I like. We were talking about how some people write their characters with their own traits, and I thought I didn’t do that, and he pointed out that no, but I seemed to write characters with traits that I liked in other people.
Interesting, that.
Anyway, maybe I’ll sit down one night and force myself to finish something as if I have a deadline–that’s usually the only way things get done. That, and by penning it into my planner. I should get one of those soon.
My last one ran out of days. I just have tons of electronic post-its on my desktop and lining my desk. They keep me company.
