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Welcome to Me
Oct. 31st, 2002 10:21 amThis is my first live journal entry. I figure if I'm so obsessed with keeping journals to look over years later, I might as well write one that's available to me online.
I talked to my old boss for the first time today in months, actually, since before I went to Kenya. She never wrote me while I was there, but she emailed me a few times and I guess that's good enough. But what was really nice about talking to her was the fact that she didn't want anything from me. I mean, she didn't chastise me for not calling her sooner, especially since she'd gone through surgery recently. She just said she missed me and wanted to know *everything* that was going on in my life.
It certainly made for an interesting comparison when my mother called in on call waiting, complaining that her dog, Lily, was barking and crying all day. She had previously had both dogs living at her house-- Lily and Jarry and I took Jarry with me to Virginia. Previously, she had always complained about what a psycho Jarry was. I couldn't help thinking when she was ranting on the phone about Lily "Is she ever happy?" and I knew what was coming- That she'd want me to take both dogs here, even though I never wanted to get Lily and well, *sigh*. I know I could take Lily but I really don't want 2 dogs, let alone a dog (Lily) who's entirely stupid and barks too much and slobbers and kisses me on the face. Jarry is pensive, angsty and fiercely loyal. He's my dog, what can I say.
Things at home are going pretty well. Justin and I are doing well, living together and being a real happy family. We had some tension yesterday, but I think it's tough for both of us since neither of us have jobs and money is tight and there's a lot to do around the house now. I'm confident, though, that if we can get through this painfully poor and disparate period, that we'll be good in the long run.
I had an awful nightmare last night that involved some phase of a World War, and I was living in a brick school, or maybe it was an orphanage. Regardless, it was filled with people my age and I remember looking out the window and seeing bomber planes drop bombs and all this explosion. They seemed to be missing but then they dropped it on a building that looked identical to mine across the street and it incinerated, spraying chunks of brick and dirt and everyone was running, screaming and there were bloody corpses everywhere. I got into a black SUV that someone else was driving. I remember looking for Justin and not being able to find him. I had to use the bathroom, but just as we pulled up to this bathroom RV, it exploded and I was running around looking for a bush, while people in the car were yelling at me to hurry up. The rest of the dream was sort of a haze of bodies and explosions, which I think I remembered better when I woke up at 2 am, but to get to the point, it was terrifying. I woke up in the pitch dark of our room thinking that I was still in the dream. I called for Justin and he held me and it was really really nice. He came into the bed (he'd be online looking for jobs) and held me while I fell back asleep and he read.
I didn't go to school today, even though I emailed all my professors and told them I was sick. I feel like I'm getting sick, which should be good enough. It's Halloween, but it doesn't feel like it. I'm just hoping some kiddies come for candy tonight to keep me from eating it myself ;) Justin and I carved a new pumpkin last night and covered it in cayenne pepper to keep the squirrels from eating it. We left the candle on in the night so now it's all burned down but we will relight it tonight in hopes of trick-or-treaters. I'm just glad they caught the sniper before Halloween, or else I think no one would have gone out at all.
That's about all for now. I'm glad I started this.
I talked to my old boss for the first time today in months, actually, since before I went to Kenya. She never wrote me while I was there, but she emailed me a few times and I guess that's good enough. But what was really nice about talking to her was the fact that she didn't want anything from me. I mean, she didn't chastise me for not calling her sooner, especially since she'd gone through surgery recently. She just said she missed me and wanted to know *everything* that was going on in my life.
It certainly made for an interesting comparison when my mother called in on call waiting, complaining that her dog, Lily, was barking and crying all day. She had previously had both dogs living at her house-- Lily and Jarry and I took Jarry with me to Virginia. Previously, she had always complained about what a psycho Jarry was. I couldn't help thinking when she was ranting on the phone about Lily "Is she ever happy?" and I knew what was coming- That she'd want me to take both dogs here, even though I never wanted to get Lily and well, *sigh*. I know I could take Lily but I really don't want 2 dogs, let alone a dog (Lily) who's entirely stupid and barks too much and slobbers and kisses me on the face. Jarry is pensive, angsty and fiercely loyal. He's my dog, what can I say.
Things at home are going pretty well. Justin and I are doing well, living together and being a real happy family. We had some tension yesterday, but I think it's tough for both of us since neither of us have jobs and money is tight and there's a lot to do around the house now. I'm confident, though, that if we can get through this painfully poor and disparate period, that we'll be good in the long run.
I had an awful nightmare last night that involved some phase of a World War, and I was living in a brick school, or maybe it was an orphanage. Regardless, it was filled with people my age and I remember looking out the window and seeing bomber planes drop bombs and all this explosion. They seemed to be missing but then they dropped it on a building that looked identical to mine across the street and it incinerated, spraying chunks of brick and dirt and everyone was running, screaming and there were bloody corpses everywhere. I got into a black SUV that someone else was driving. I remember looking for Justin and not being able to find him. I had to use the bathroom, but just as we pulled up to this bathroom RV, it exploded and I was running around looking for a bush, while people in the car were yelling at me to hurry up. The rest of the dream was sort of a haze of bodies and explosions, which I think I remembered better when I woke up at 2 am, but to get to the point, it was terrifying. I woke up in the pitch dark of our room thinking that I was still in the dream. I called for Justin and he held me and it was really really nice. He came into the bed (he'd be online looking for jobs) and held me while I fell back asleep and he read.
I didn't go to school today, even though I emailed all my professors and told them I was sick. I feel like I'm getting sick, which should be good enough. It's Halloween, but it doesn't feel like it. I'm just hoping some kiddies come for candy tonight to keep me from eating it myself ;) Justin and I carved a new pumpkin last night and covered it in cayenne pepper to keep the squirrels from eating it. We left the candle on in the night so now it's all burned down but we will relight it tonight in hopes of trick-or-treaters. I'm just glad they caught the sniper before Halloween, or else I think no one would have gone out at all.
That's about all for now. I'm glad I started this.
