Listening to: Noisy neighbors...
Just incredibly tired of seeing a year and a half old entry every time I visit my page. The trouble is that whenever I think about changing it I remember I have nothing doing, and when there's something worth writing I forget. So, I'll talk briefly about what I could have written this year.
I'm getting old. And tired of my life, so I've gone back to college. It feels good. Really good. Indescribably good. I know we don't always agree on the government all the time (or like, ever) but let me just say that I am grateful for the financial aid program, and Pell grants. I am also grateful for my age, because with age I've learned how to prioritize, mostly, and several other things that come in handy when going to school.
My biological dad found me on Facebook. THAT was weird. But kind of cool. Turns out I have another brother. Also weird. He was born the same year as the brother I grew up with.
There is a poem I wrote on here called This Just In... I'm Not You. It was written for my grandfather who said something pretty degrading to me over Thanksgiving a couple years ago. It took several anxiously toned greeting cards and a lot of growing up on my part, but I finally got over it. So, guess what came to me in the mail yesterday? A Christmas card with a generic letter to all the cousins from my grandparents, update us on what we're all up to. I'm first on the list.
This wouldn't bother me if I wasn't, I don't know, in college and kicking ass at tournaments on the Speech team. Apparently all I'm up to is enjoying my apartment with my boyfriend. My brother is going to college for an art degree... he's really found his niche! My cousin is tearing it up in competitive golf, another cousin is a fantastic actor and I? Living with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who says not to bother being hurt by this. They are old and devoutly Catholic and I am unwed so... whatever.