I've been in a pretty top-notch mood since Wednesday night when I read my second poem for class. I had decided the night before that I hated class and really wasn't looking forward to going anymore. Then my professor liked my poem much better than the first I turned in, so I was pretty pleased (with myself). That's really all that needs to happen for me to be in a good mood. Stroke my ego. I'll stop complaining in a second.
My newly discovered poetry skillz and the easing tension over the new apartment (which I hope hope hope is almost within my grasp) have made the last two days a little bit easier on me. And the weekend is promising, since I'm going to the Long Grove Strawberry Festival with friends and then Fiery Furnaces (which I'm nervous about because I'm going alone). I'm happy that things in the very immediate future have "fun" written all over them.
I talked to my mom this morning to check in with the homefront. My grandmother is going into hospice care at the hospital since things aren't getting any better. My parents have decided to postpone the Chicago trip, which I really am disappointed about, but I also understand that it's just too crazy for them to come at the end of the month. My mother was disappointed that she isn't going to see the Coach House, but I told her that she was luck-y because the place is gross and I'm one-hundred-percent over it. Between the stove, which is perpetually dirty (please remember that I only
At this point, I've got a few small things that are still keeping my spirits higher than normal. Stuff like this (and this! Thanks, Marjilla!). It makes me happy when people I don't like (it's his voice! he sounds like he has a constant case of dry-mouth!) look that effed up.