Well, as your amazing powers of observation have probably told you, I'm home alone tonight. Ian's off with his elfchick and Monica's probably out with her boyfriend...and I somehow doubt that Ryan is in the land of the conscious, let alone coherent.
This is bothering me somewhat less than it has the last couple of nights, probably because I'm getting used to it. However, it's also reminding me why it is I'm hoping to go back to Fairbanks next semester - less emotional bullshit to deal with, and more people around to talk to. That, and a friend of mine recently found out she was pregnant (unplanned)...from what I hear, she could use a relatively mature female around to talk to. The father isn't giving her much in either regard. I know the guy fairly well and I don't blame him for being immature (and I certainly don't blame him for being male), but he and I are going to have a few issues to talk over if/when I see him next. Specifically, The Value Of Birth Control and Why You Don't Have Sex Without It. Oh, that and Reckless Endangerment Of Those You Profess To Love. *sigh*
And people wonder why abstinence-only sex education is such a bad idea. Not that emphasizing abstinence is a bad thing, especially at high school age, but when you don't teach the kids about little things like condoms or STD's, there's a damn good chance they're going to end up in situations like this. Whereas the more knowledgeable (and, dare I say it, mature) of us end up having to provide emotional support. I guess that's the price you pay for actually caring about people.
Yes, I'm having one of those "Why do I even bother caring when I just get hurt?" sort of nights. Go figure.
On the other hand, a couple of good things have happened. I managed to grab some nice fabric and stuff for an outfit I want to make...I'm not going to put any details as yet, other than to say that I've moved (at least temporarily) from buying costume lingerie to making costume lingerie. What can I say, I'm going through one of my creative periods...I'm rather missing my sewing machine, though. I also found a really pretty navel ring with a blue rose attached. Yay me.
I think I'm going to see if my Dance Dance Revolution pad is working...it's only worked sporadically since the move down here, but if I can use it, I could use the workout. Exercise endorphins are usually a great mood lifter.
@->--Rose
This is bothering me somewhat less than it has the last couple of nights, probably because I'm getting used to it. However, it's also reminding me why it is I'm hoping to go back to Fairbanks next semester - less emotional bullshit to deal with, and more people around to talk to. That, and a friend of mine recently found out she was pregnant (unplanned)...from what I hear, she could use a relatively mature female around to talk to. The father isn't giving her much in either regard. I know the guy fairly well and I don't blame him for being immature (and I certainly don't blame him for being male), but he and I are going to have a few issues to talk over if/when I see him next. Specifically, The Value Of Birth Control and Why You Don't Have Sex Without It. Oh, that and Reckless Endangerment Of Those You Profess To Love. *sigh*
And people wonder why abstinence-only sex education is such a bad idea. Not that emphasizing abstinence is a bad thing, especially at high school age, but when you don't teach the kids about little things like condoms or STD's, there's a damn good chance they're going to end up in situations like this. Whereas the more knowledgeable (and, dare I say it, mature) of us end up having to provide emotional support. I guess that's the price you pay for actually caring about people.
Yes, I'm having one of those "Why do I even bother caring when I just get hurt?" sort of nights. Go figure.
On the other hand, a couple of good things have happened. I managed to grab some nice fabric and stuff for an outfit I want to make...I'm not going to put any details as yet, other than to say that I've moved (at least temporarily) from buying costume lingerie to making costume lingerie. What can I say, I'm going through one of my creative periods...I'm rather missing my sewing machine, though. I also found a really pretty navel ring with a blue rose attached. Yay me.
I think I'm going to see if my Dance Dance Revolution pad is working...it's only worked sporadically since the move down here, but if I can use it, I could use the workout. Exercise endorphins are usually a great mood lifter.
@->--Rose
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Date: 2003-11-06 11:08 pm (UTC)But as I said, the offer's there, for whatever it's worth.
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Date: 2003-11-06 11:10 pm (UTC)Not quite the usual for the last while to comment, but...
Date: 2003-11-09 01:40 am (UTC)(1) As is always the case, if you need somebody to talk to -- and the whole face-to-face thing isn't a pre-requisite -- I'm pretty much always within a stone's throw of a telephone or a computer, and available/willing to talk nine-point-nine times out of ten. That last decimal place is, of course, the real bitch, because it means you caught me in the middle of an essay or a nap...
(2) Abstinence-only sexual education is something like Marxism -- they're both foolish and misguided philosophies, and basic human nature prevents the possibility of either actually being effective. Of course, this hasn't prevented either one from becoming a widely-accepted practice...
(3) The price of caring about other people is accepting -- and knowing -- that eventually you are probably going to have to tell them some unpleasant things and see them through some unpleasant times, and that they'll have to do the same to you. At least, that's how I tend to see it...
(4) At risk of sounding twee about it, it sounds like you had one hell of a rotten, bitter day. On the other hand, it's also good that you're keeping the good in focus -- unless you want to become a nihilist like some living Bret Easton Ellis character, that's a good idea. =)
(5) Did you DDR pad work?
(6) Cool current music.
Anyway, take care, and I'll probably talk to you sometime later today or tomorrow...
--Brian