Day 54

Sunday, August 10, 2008

The hoot on Friday was really fun. I grabbed Aud, who was tired, and we both got really hyper. We didn't actually start with the lineup until 9, but there was plenty of Mario 3 to keep us company until then. We played Kart, with lag, damnit Nintendo, and then a game of Party 8. Aud fell asleep on the couch upstairs as we started Smash. I was worried about Bren, he was a little late and wasn't picking up his phone, but he showed up and had big bright eyes and I was happy. :) Lots of Smash. I ended up in 5th, despite being on the big TV for most of the night. I ended up leaving with Aud, Wise and Chris around 2 am, probably a record for me. :) The next day I was exhausted, I gave Aud a ride to Swappy's place, got rid of my loveseat and chair (it went to a charity group), and relaxed for the rest of the day - lots of TV, knitting, WoW.

It was amazing how much dust can accumulate, lol. And I'm just amazed. I've been here for 2 years already (well, almost), and I'm leaving in less than a week. I've been in a good mood these three days (after Thursday's setback), but have been feeling some anxiety. I'm nervous about leaving this place. This is a big step. I walked to Wharton Farm and back and realized that it'd be the last time I did. I thought how I didn't take advantage of this place, its location, I didn't decorate enough, etc.

I think more than anything, I feel some guilt or shame about this year. When Chris asked "whose apartment", I said Bren and mine, though he hasn't lived here for...awhile. I feel just like, even anxious just thinking about it now. I know that it couldn't be helped. I know I was going through some horrible stuff, and that I'm stronger now, and all this. But I just feel really ashamed of myself. I feel like, "normal" people wouldn't have had to do this. I had some sort of dream about people telling me to poke Bren about getting married. I just feel ashamed that we aren't engaged yet, that we've lived apart for so long, that all of this happened. I feel like it's my fault, like it should have ruined us, and the fact that it hasn't confuses me. Not that I'm not grateful.

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A Blank Slate.

This is One Black Rose, Jamie's blog of rambling about pretty much anything she can think of. This version is entitled "Blank Slate" because, well, I'm starting over.

This year has been rather tough, to say the least, and I'm coming out clean on the other side. I have my love, my passions, and the rest of my life to look forward to.

White and black - I'll fill in the rest.


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