I have been feeling restless lately. My stress level has been high for most of this semester (see previous blog post) and I'm not sleeping well. With everything that happened in February with my Gram, all the pressure from class, the strained relationship with our now ex-best friends, I just can't seem to get my head back on straight. I need some down time.
I look back on the last couple of months and I just picture myself juggling. Juggling inflamed insults hurled at me and Chris from facebook by a guy who used to respect us. Juggling hope and despair as my Gram's condition improved, worsened, improve and worsened again. Juggling staying strong for my big sister and then falling apart in quiet. Juggling the joy I feel signing to Deaf people in the real world at Deaf events and the hopelessness of forgetting sings and even trivial stuff like getting caught with gum in class. Fucking gum, seriously.
Meanwhile, Chris is drowning beneath grading papers and writing one of the most important papers in his life. He's glued to that desk on the other side of the wall. Luckily, his quarter ends next week.
I love him. He makes me dinner; that means the world to me. Sometimes we just ride around town, frizzing at the park, stopping for coffee or a mexican hot chocolate at a Ciocolat. We talk, we laugh, sometimes we just sit there and look around. He looks like a young Orson Welles, apparently. I think I'm falling in love...every single day of my life.
Oh, and we signed Alex Smith for three years. There's that, too. Go Niners.
Hah! Chris told you about what I said about that photo?
ReplyDeleteHe really does look like a young Welles. Not the old, overweight, "we will sell no wine before its time" one.
Yes! Haha! I thought it was cute.
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