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phoenixastraea) wrote2006-06-29 01:28 am
phoenixastraea) wrote2006-06-29 01:28 am
Entry tags:
- emo,
- fandom: dirk,
- life,
- rant
Long Day's Journey into Night...
Alright, I just had to rant a bit, wanted to be kind and cut this BS for my flist here.
The day went pretty well until later this evening, when things just decided to grow dark for some reason. Metaphorically, I mean. I was out playing some BBall with Glenn and we're enjoying a modified game of 21 when his ankle turns traitor on him by rolling and dumping him to the court. He hit the asphalt hard and we've been icing his ridiculously swollen ankle ever since. We may have to head to the ER tomorrow to get it X-rayed. Stupid sports, I swear.
Around that same time I checked my mailbox to find a poo-load of bills that I know had been waiting for me since I got back from MD. One bill I got was a repayment plan for my grad school loans...the end total of which amounted to over $50,000.
In the words of Lewis Black, "let me repeat that...because it bears repeating": over 50k. And that's only a part of what I need to pay. Mind you, I got a great education and I certainly wouldn't take it back for the world but you can imagine how my heart stopped when I saw those numbers, me being currently unemployed and all. Which leads me to my next quandry.
Moving. Its looking more and more like I'm going to have to pack up and leave my gloriously charming, perfectly arranged and furnished apartment and move back to MD. Like I said a few entries before, I have a lot of wonderful things that await me in MD like family, friends, and DC jobs. On the other hand, by moving back in with my gparents, I will return to the world of curfews etc at the ripe old age of 25. I know what you're thinking: Curfews? WTF?! Well, since I've known them, they've always stayed awake to see that I've made it home safely from wherever I've been. You can imagine the sort of cramp this puts (and has been putting) on my social life, where most of us have a bedtime of 3:30am or later. They're also very old school so things like me passing out at a friends place because we all happened to head to a bar and get bombed out of our trees won't fly with them. Also, due to the lack of space at their house, all of my lovely furniture, wall adornments and other things will also have to go into storage, unless I leave them here in Cville with friends until I get my own place. Like Glenn told me tonight, its all just material things, which mean so little in the long run...and he's right. Yet...all of these things really made up my own sanctuary, my own space. I really created a home here, more than any other place I lived. I can't tell you how much I am going to miss that.
And the last straw; I heard that Dirk shaved his head and his beard off after losing in the NBA finals. Apparently, he looks like he's 11 again. I don't mind the shorter hair, but he needs the goatee so that he doesn't look like he's one of the members of the NBA draft. He also hasn't been returning his best friend Steve Nash's phone calls, which means he's deep in the throes of a particularly nasty funk. I had the greatest time watching Dirk hit 50 points in Game 5 against Phoenix for the Western Conference Finals earlier today...but then I hear about how much he's hurting, and as a member of the extended Dallas Mavericks family...it makes me hurt like crazy too. So...in some way...the pain I was slowly getting over for the Championships came rushing back. *facepalm*
*sigh* I know that in the greater scheme of things, this is just all a bunch of self-pitying whining and triviality. I know I'll get over it soon. Perhaps even tomorrow. But right now, my hearts feeling pretty low. I think I'm going to head to bed and mourn the loss of Dirk's lovely locks. *sobs*
The day went pretty well until later this evening, when things just decided to grow dark for some reason. Metaphorically, I mean. I was out playing some BBall with Glenn and we're enjoying a modified game of 21 when his ankle turns traitor on him by rolling and dumping him to the court. He hit the asphalt hard and we've been icing his ridiculously swollen ankle ever since. We may have to head to the ER tomorrow to get it X-rayed. Stupid sports, I swear.
Around that same time I checked my mailbox to find a poo-load of bills that I know had been waiting for me since I got back from MD. One bill I got was a repayment plan for my grad school loans...the end total of which amounted to over $50,000.
In the words of Lewis Black, "let me repeat that...because it bears repeating": over 50k. And that's only a part of what I need to pay. Mind you, I got a great education and I certainly wouldn't take it back for the world but you can imagine how my heart stopped when I saw those numbers, me being currently unemployed and all. Which leads me to my next quandry.
Moving. Its looking more and more like I'm going to have to pack up and leave my gloriously charming, perfectly arranged and furnished apartment and move back to MD. Like I said a few entries before, I have a lot of wonderful things that await me in MD like family, friends, and DC jobs. On the other hand, by moving back in with my gparents, I will return to the world of curfews etc at the ripe old age of 25. I know what you're thinking: Curfews? WTF?! Well, since I've known them, they've always stayed awake to see that I've made it home safely from wherever I've been. You can imagine the sort of cramp this puts (and has been putting) on my social life, where most of us have a bedtime of 3:30am or later. They're also very old school so things like me passing out at a friends place because we all happened to head to a bar and get bombed out of our trees won't fly with them. Also, due to the lack of space at their house, all of my lovely furniture, wall adornments and other things will also have to go into storage, unless I leave them here in Cville with friends until I get my own place. Like Glenn told me tonight, its all just material things, which mean so little in the long run...and he's right. Yet...all of these things really made up my own sanctuary, my own space. I really created a home here, more than any other place I lived. I can't tell you how much I am going to miss that.
And the last straw; I heard that Dirk shaved his head and his beard off after losing in the NBA finals. Apparently, he looks like he's 11 again. I don't mind the shorter hair, but he needs the goatee so that he doesn't look like he's one of the members of the NBA draft. He also hasn't been returning his best friend Steve Nash's phone calls, which means he's deep in the throes of a particularly nasty funk. I had the greatest time watching Dirk hit 50 points in Game 5 against Phoenix for the Western Conference Finals earlier today...but then I hear about how much he's hurting, and as a member of the extended Dallas Mavericks family...it makes me hurt like crazy too. So...in some way...the pain I was slowly getting over for the Championships came rushing back. *facepalm*
*sigh* I know that in the greater scheme of things, this is just all a bunch of self-pitying whining and triviality. I know I'll get over it soon. Perhaps even tomorrow. But right now, my hearts feeling pretty low. I think I'm going to head to bed and mourn the loss of Dirk's lovely locks. *sobs*