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I’ve been meaning to update for a few days now, but I haven’t had the time. It’s finals week, you know. And if you didn’t know, you do now. Behold the power that is the Internet. :)
I’m doing better emotionally, mentally and physically than I was the last time I updated. I would say I’m doing a ~lot~ better, but at this exact moment, I’m not. I almost envy Megan’s melancholy and mediocrity. Me, I’m a melodramatic rollercoaster ride, emotionally. The highs are few and awkwardly spaced but lovely when they come, and the lows make me think I’m gonna ralph on the next sharp turn.
How’s that for beating a visual image into the ground?
So, I appreciate the concern expressed by those who did so, and respect the distance offered me by others. I’ll get better. I’m almost sure of it now. And I’m just hoping to God (or maybe just Eros, if he’s listening) that it gets better without first getting worse.
But hey. This semester is almost over. I’ve got one more day of nastiness and then I’m relatively home free, scholastically speaking. And that’s gotta make things a little bit better, right? I’ll tell you after this weekend, maybe.
December 21st, 2003 at 1:38 pm
An ISU joke worthy of sending to your friends at other schools - just change the name of the school.
Little Johnny was in his 4th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -
Fireman, Truck Driver, Salesman, etc.
Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.
“My father’s an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer’s really good, he’ll go out to the alley with some guy for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by his statement immediately changed the subject and hurriedly set the other children to work on a coloring project.
She then took Little Johnny aside and asked him, “Is that really true about your father?”
“No,” said Johnny, “He’s an assistant football coach at Iowa State. I was just too embarrassed to say that.”