Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

I have slept about 78% of the day today.  I woke up after noon to eat and tan, and then I was psuedo-studyng when I fell asleep again until almost six p.m.  Now, one would assume that I'd be all bright and attentive to study for my test(s) tomorrow, but am I doing that? Or am I watching tv and tiring myself so I can just go back to bed? The latter.

I'm always intrigued when I watch families on tv that drink a lot. I think back and wonder what my own family would have been like if my family were drinkers while I was growing up, or even now. It definitely would have made things more enjoyable and interesting at times if we had a fully stocked beer refrigerator, wine rack, and liquor cabinet.  I also may not have been so given to binge drinking once I became and adult. Que sera.

Tomorrow Sarah Jane and I have to perform a 3 minute dramatization in Spanish along with this kid named John--he's the only classmate we've found that can tolerate/keep up with our inappropriate comments and hideous sense of humor.  We have secretly embedded tacky statements into his part of the script that we're hoping he will just memorize without trying to translate, which will lead to him saying, "I am an unhappy lesbian and I have to poop" to our teacher in Spanish. I'm excited.

The premise of the act is that he is my mother, I am a tawdry, spoiled slut, and SJ is a saleslady at the panty store where I argue with mother about whether or not I can buy slutty panties. I won't ruin the ending for any of you.

I had such a nice time tonight (once I finally resurrected) with Liz Youngblood (a recent return from Spain) and Sarah Jane. It included Spanish practice, jambalaya, ice cream, and lessons in spicing up sex lives. I am pleading the fifth.

I have recently returned from one of the most difficult trips home that I've made since I left.  An old friend of mine was killed last week under quite horrifying circumstances, and as much as I was convinced that I was too disconnected from her in her recent life to be much affected, I was not.  It was quite a lot to take in once I was there, in a funeral home, surrounded by all sorts of people from my past whom I assumed I would probably never see or hear from again.  It was a huge common denominator for a large part of my past and I realized that fully once I was there, and I wasn't prepared for it.  When all was said and done it was actually quite nice to visit with old church members--despite the obviously heart-breaking context.  I am still not quite sure when I'll be able to get a firm grip on reality; it's coming back to me, but taking its time.

Pressing On

So, even though no one seems to have read my last post or to have gotten on my new blogging bandwagon, I am pressing on. Why should I give a fuck if anyone reads this shit or not? I suppose I would like to eventually develop a noticeable enough style to have at least a small reading base (even if it is only friends and acquaintances) but we'll see.

Regardless, yesterday was rather uneventful. I went to a funeral, ate lunch, visited, ate again, and drove home to go to bed. I got really nauseous while I was driving, plus I was tired, so that did not make for a pleasant driving experience. Lunch with my old church youth group was weird, but not nearly as awkward as I was expecting. Dinner (both nights in Texarkana) with Mother were slightly distressing. I realize now that we will probably never identify on the level we used to. She is just bound and determined not to know who I am now and to make up her own version of me--but for now that will work just fine.

In other news, the end of the school year is coming up and I am hella ready for that. I'll have a nice break from classes before it's time to gear up for summer school. I'm exhausted and my 8 o'clock class was cancelled--without warning--so I'm not happy that I got up two hours before I really had to. Such is life. My nap will certainly make up for it, though.

Eh hem

It is an absurd time of the morning and I should have been sleeping now for a few hours. I'm home at a very sad time right now, and I don't particularly want to talk about it because I'm starting this whole blogging thing back up again to avoid sleep or having to think about anything that really matters. I also think I'll enjoy it later on, because I miss the xanga-esque ability to post my ramblings without shoving it down the facebook of all the facebook users with those god-awful notes that people write. I'm looking quite forward to this actually. But now that I've started, I feel like I can actually sleep, so that is what will happen. Great first post, huh?