Saturday, September 26th, 2009, 1:00AM
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exhilarationHave passport. Tomorrow it will be in the mail , and when it returns to me, hopefully it will have a Chinese visa in it. We took a gamble and applied for multiple entry visas, which apparently have a bigger chance of getting denied, but we're thinking we won't get denied. The multiple entry is in case we decide we really are going to Vietnam. It looks like we probably will, unless something stops us. Supposedly we can get Vietnamese visas in Wuhan, so... yeah.
I can't get out of here soon enough.
My job is driving my batshit. My life is driving me batshit. I've got the same bug Ryan's got (yes, wayward Ryan who hasn't been home since February, Ryan who is in Seattle for the summer) where I get really excited about leaving.
I realized that I never sleep by myself anymore. The other night when I couldn't sleep was the first time I've even tried to in like... a month. I used to wake up freaked out and half asleep thinking there were people in my room or in my bed - now there actually is a person in my bed. Imagine that.
So, my pants ripped today. Cause I gained weight, maybe? No, not cause I gained weight, although I did. I gained seven pounds. I have cracked the triple digits. Finally. I'm five foot two and a hundred and six pounds. That's getting pretty close to normal, isn't it? BUT THIS DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT THAT MY PANTS RIPPED. I'm good at sewing but they really can't be fixed, and I'm pissed. And I need to buy some new clothes that are travel-worthy, ie, not in danger of falling apart mid-trip.
My toes are still just as black and blue as they were the last time I mentioned them. I know they're going to take a long time to heal but still. It makes me a little nervous, even though I've been back to the doctor and nothing is out of the ordinary other than my toes still being broken.
My boyfriend is on his second summer session of school and is taking two classes this time. So he has been even more scarce, but this is also part of why he sleeps over every night - if he doesn't, we could go days without seeing each other. It's weird.
I can't get out of here soon enough.
My job is driving my batshit. My life is driving me batshit. I've got the same bug Ryan's got (yes, wayward Ryan who hasn't been home since February, Ryan who is in Seattle for the summer) where I get really excited about leaving.
I realized that I never sleep by myself anymore. The other night when I couldn't sleep was the first time I've even tried to in like... a month. I used to wake up freaked out and half asleep thinking there were people in my room or in my bed - now there actually is a person in my bed. Imagine that.
So, my pants ripped today. Cause I gained weight, maybe? No, not cause I gained weight, although I did. I gained seven pounds. I have cracked the triple digits. Finally. I'm five foot two and a hundred and six pounds. That's getting pretty close to normal, isn't it? BUT THIS DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT THAT MY PANTS RIPPED. I'm good at sewing but they really can't be fixed, and I'm pissed. And I need to buy some new clothes that are travel-worthy, ie, not in danger of falling apart mid-trip.
My toes are still just as black and blue as they were the last time I mentioned them. I know they're going to take a long time to heal but still. It makes me a little nervous, even though I've been back to the doctor and nothing is out of the ordinary other than my toes still being broken.
My boyfriend is on his second summer session of school and is taking two classes this time. So he has been even more scarce, but this is also part of why he sleeps over every night - if he doesn't, we could go days without seeing each other. It's weird.
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Date: 2009-07-28 08:20 am (UTC)Why the fuck am I telling you this? This has nothing to do with your post does it? My bad lol
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Date: 2009-07-28 04:02 pm (UTC)Maybe this is a case of how the grass is always greener. I mean, I would like to be taller cause it would be easier to reach things, which is a big one, and also, clothes are made to fit someone who's more around five six (for women, anyway, but I buy kids' clothes, so I've kind of gotten around that, although if I keep gaining weight I think they will become too small...) but besides all that, i was so always jealous of the tall kids growing up! I feel like adults always got the initial first impression that the tall kids were more mature and more responsible, and they got a different kind of attention in school. Well, I guess I can see how that might be irritating if you're not those things, to have authority figures assume you are... and I can definitely understand being the type of person who likes to blend in but just doesn't based on physical characteristics. But I always thought if I was taller people would take me more seriously, haha.