The Weekend Formerly Known as Dreaded
Jun. 17th, 2003 03:45 amThe following lyrics from everyone's favorite gay dude with a symbol for a name aptly sum up the last four days of my life:
Maybe I'm just like my mother,
She's never satisfied.
Why do we shout at each other?
Maybe this is what it feels like
When doves cry.
This weekend really, really tired me out. Being cooped up with my antsy, agitated, house-hunting parents in my tiny apartment for so long really took a lot out of me. I truly love my parents, but neither of them handle stress all that well and it largely fell to me to keep them both relatively calm the last four days. Plus I got very little rest. Every five minutes was another request for me to explain some feature of the computer, look something up on the map, look over a list of features on a house, get in the car and go view a house, etc. Attempts to eat, sit down with paperwork, or check e-mail significantly increased the liklihood of such requests.
The end result of the weekend was that no house was found and my dad will be back again next Sunday and staying into the week as he searches. I didn't really expect this to get taken care of in one weekend, but the fact that this will be an ongoing process does not improve my morale. I really love my parents, I just don't love people in my tiny, crowded apartment for days on end regardless of who they are.
I feel like the mountain lion in Aardman Animation's "Creature Comforts." "Ah need... space!"
Got a break by playing Exalted Sunday night, but continued to discover that I'm not very satisfied with my character. I'll spare you all the gamer "shop talk," but let's just say I didn't have a very good grasp of the game mechanics when I made him and he's turned out not to be able to do any of the things I thought I was designing him to do. Let's just say this: Characters in this game are supposed to be able to crush lone humans like lowly bugs in hand-to-hand combat. I got beat up by a lone human in hand to hand combat. Even the GM was surprised.
Moving forward, Tuesday at Lesley's was transformed tonight into Monday at Lesley's. (It's a lot like "Breakfast at Tiffany's" except she's cuter than Audrey Hepburn, not a hooker, and doesn't sing "Moon River." Also it was not written by Truman Capote.) This was probably the first real "fun" I've gotten to have in a few days, so just hanging out was a nice release of steam. She even trusted me enough to let me help with her sewing. Sucker. Um, wait... what I mean is, that was really cool of her :) Anyway, won't get to see her again till the weekend and that's up in the air still, so it was a night to be made the most of. And it was.
Now I've got a bunch to catch up on. I'm way behind on editing and my sketches will not draw themselves. I did, however, find some spiffy pictures to use as model referrences for drawing, so at least I got something artistic done and I don't feel like a total waste. Anyway, work calls.
Maybe I'm just like my mother,
She's never satisfied.
Why do we shout at each other?
Maybe this is what it feels like
When doves cry.
This weekend really, really tired me out. Being cooped up with my antsy, agitated, house-hunting parents in my tiny apartment for so long really took a lot out of me. I truly love my parents, but neither of them handle stress all that well and it largely fell to me to keep them both relatively calm the last four days. Plus I got very little rest. Every five minutes was another request for me to explain some feature of the computer, look something up on the map, look over a list of features on a house, get in the car and go view a house, etc. Attempts to eat, sit down with paperwork, or check e-mail significantly increased the liklihood of such requests.
The end result of the weekend was that no house was found and my dad will be back again next Sunday and staying into the week as he searches. I didn't really expect this to get taken care of in one weekend, but the fact that this will be an ongoing process does not improve my morale. I really love my parents, I just don't love people in my tiny, crowded apartment for days on end regardless of who they are.
I feel like the mountain lion in Aardman Animation's "Creature Comforts." "Ah need... space!"
Got a break by playing Exalted Sunday night, but continued to discover that I'm not very satisfied with my character. I'll spare you all the gamer "shop talk," but let's just say I didn't have a very good grasp of the game mechanics when I made him and he's turned out not to be able to do any of the things I thought I was designing him to do. Let's just say this: Characters in this game are supposed to be able to crush lone humans like lowly bugs in hand-to-hand combat. I got beat up by a lone human in hand to hand combat. Even the GM was surprised.
Moving forward, Tuesday at Lesley's was transformed tonight into Monday at Lesley's. (It's a lot like "Breakfast at Tiffany's" except she's cuter than Audrey Hepburn, not a hooker, and doesn't sing "Moon River." Also it was not written by Truman Capote.) This was probably the first real "fun" I've gotten to have in a few days, so just hanging out was a nice release of steam. She even trusted me enough to let me help with her sewing. Sucker. Um, wait... what I mean is, that was really cool of her :) Anyway, won't get to see her again till the weekend and that's up in the air still, so it was a night to be made the most of. And it was.
Now I've got a bunch to catch up on. I'm way behind on editing and my sketches will not draw themselves. I did, however, find some spiffy pictures to use as model referrences for drawing, so at least I got something artistic done and I don't feel like a total waste. Anyway, work calls.
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