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terrypurple73I just got off the phone with my bestestest friend, and it was wonderful. It had been a while since we’d actually heard each others’ voices, so I thought I’d give it a shot to see if she was around and answering her phone- and she was. Hooray! Also, I referred to her as “the current love of my life” last night when I was showing off the jewelry she gave me. :)
Last night a few of us hung out at Jenn’s, and that was a good time. I think it was the first time this summer (except for my Omaha trip) that I’d hung out with more than one person at a time. It was a meet-the-boyfriend get-together, since Jenn’s Josh was in town to visit. He seemed very nice, and he had a great sense of humor that I appreciated. It was just Josh and the girls, just me, Jenn, Annette (who I hadn’t seen since August or September), and Shannon. We were over there until nearly two, just talking and telling stories. I’d told my dad that I expected Jenn to kick us out not much later than midnight (since she’s not exactly a night owl), and then I’d bring Shannon home- probably get back home around twoish. Well, we stayed at Jenn’s so late that I brought Shannon home in the shortest amount of time ever- we didn’t talk in her driveway more than a few minutes. This is an accomplishment I’m sure you’re all proud of!
Also, I seem to have caught a cold. I got sick maybe once in two summers (plus some) at the daycare center, and after a month with the Truempis I’ve got a cold. Rar.
I made a beautiful checklist the other day of my goals for the summer. Mind you, I do realize that my summer vacation is half over and nothing is checked off yet, but I’m getting there. I’m making progress. The really exciting list consists of:
--Journal compilation, ready to print (every journal entry I could find since second semester freshman year)
--No-sew blanket
--Five places I would really consider applying to for volunteer work
--Much progress on cleaning out all my STUFF
In other news, let’s see here.... At mass last week, Fr. Tim mentioned briefly that whole giving-ten-percent-of-your-income-to-charity thing. And I’ve heard of that idea approximately a million times, and never given much thought to it. So now I’m thinking about it, and it’s dawning on my how little ten percent sounds like as a number in some ways, but when given a monetary value based on my paychecks, it starts to sound a lot higher. But I’m not sure how high it really sounds. And I’m not sure how eloquent my sentences are sounding. But the point it, this is dawning on me that I may support organizations with some of my time and with my continued subscriptions to their email newsletters, but maybe I need to support them monetarily as well....? I feel as if I should set up some sort of regular donation thing that I should do.... Oh, I don’t know how to say anything. And I’m feeling foolish typing this out, so I’ll stop talking about it now.
It is becoming more and more apparent to me that there are never just two sides to anything. I see people like my sister struggling with wanting to be so independent. In social work, we’ve always talked about being interdependent. There’s more than just being completely independent and being totally dependent on someone or something. And interdependency is different that being codependent. And these are NOT just schmancy social work terms I feel like throwing around- it just makes sense. Shannon and I talked about it the other night in regards to political parties, and also in regards to how political parties stand compared to religious traditions. Religions don’t match up as closely with politics as I think a lot of people would like to think they do.
I’m becoming frustrated at my attempts to put things into words tonight, and then the words not cooperating. I seem to have been on a verbal kick lately, not a written one. This most likely stems from the hours of good talks I’ve had the past few days, which followed my days of not having my family around. A couple weeks ago, though, I did start a new short story, though I’m not sure how much I like it. I started off really liking it, but then I decided that my characters have to have personalities if their plot line is going to go anywhere. I was too antsy on the airplane to supply them with said personalities, so I’ll just have to come back to my story later.
And in even other news.... I keep going back and forth on my thoughts about Pickle. Sometimes, I am so close to just sending him an email asking him if we can be at least friendly with each other. Wouldn’t it be okay, since we know that both of us have changed so much, if we got together to get to know these new people? Wouldn’t that be okay? And sometimes I think, Why would I want to force this? Maybe I am the one who needs to move on. I’m alternately angry and hurt and hopeful and indifferent.
Last night a few of us hung out at Jenn’s, and that was a good time. I think it was the first time this summer (except for my Omaha trip) that I’d hung out with more than one person at a time. It was a meet-the-boyfriend get-together, since Jenn’s Josh was in town to visit. He seemed very nice, and he had a great sense of humor that I appreciated. It was just Josh and the girls, just me, Jenn, Annette (who I hadn’t seen since August or September), and Shannon. We were over there until nearly two, just talking and telling stories. I’d told my dad that I expected Jenn to kick us out not much later than midnight (since she’s not exactly a night owl), and then I’d bring Shannon home- probably get back home around twoish. Well, we stayed at Jenn’s so late that I brought Shannon home in the shortest amount of time ever- we didn’t talk in her driveway more than a few minutes. This is an accomplishment I’m sure you’re all proud of!
Also, I seem to have caught a cold. I got sick maybe once in two summers (plus some) at the daycare center, and after a month with the Truempis I’ve got a cold. Rar.
I made a beautiful checklist the other day of my goals for the summer. Mind you, I do realize that my summer vacation is half over and nothing is checked off yet, but I’m getting there. I’m making progress. The really exciting list consists of:
--Journal compilation, ready to print (every journal entry I could find since second semester freshman year)
--No-sew blanket
--Five places I would really consider applying to for volunteer work
--Much progress on cleaning out all my STUFF
In other news, let’s see here.... At mass last week, Fr. Tim mentioned briefly that whole giving-ten-percent-of-your-income-to-charity thing. And I’ve heard of that idea approximately a million times, and never given much thought to it. So now I’m thinking about it, and it’s dawning on my how little ten percent sounds like as a number in some ways, but when given a monetary value based on my paychecks, it starts to sound a lot higher. But I’m not sure how high it really sounds. And I’m not sure how eloquent my sentences are sounding. But the point it, this is dawning on me that I may support organizations with some of my time and with my continued subscriptions to their email newsletters, but maybe I need to support them monetarily as well....? I feel as if I should set up some sort of regular donation thing that I should do.... Oh, I don’t know how to say anything. And I’m feeling foolish typing this out, so I’ll stop talking about it now.
It is becoming more and more apparent to me that there are never just two sides to anything. I see people like my sister struggling with wanting to be so independent. In social work, we’ve always talked about being interdependent. There’s more than just being completely independent and being totally dependent on someone or something. And interdependency is different that being codependent. And these are NOT just schmancy social work terms I feel like throwing around- it just makes sense. Shannon and I talked about it the other night in regards to political parties, and also in regards to how political parties stand compared to religious traditions. Religions don’t match up as closely with politics as I think a lot of people would like to think they do.
I’m becoming frustrated at my attempts to put things into words tonight, and then the words not cooperating. I seem to have been on a verbal kick lately, not a written one. This most likely stems from the hours of good talks I’ve had the past few days, which followed my days of not having my family around. A couple weeks ago, though, I did start a new short story, though I’m not sure how much I like it. I started off really liking it, but then I decided that my characters have to have personalities if their plot line is going to go anywhere. I was too antsy on the airplane to supply them with said personalities, so I’ll just have to come back to my story later.
And in even other news.... I keep going back and forth on my thoughts about Pickle. Sometimes, I am so close to just sending him an email asking him if we can be at least friendly with each other. Wouldn’t it be okay, since we know that both of us have changed so much, if we got together to get to know these new people? Wouldn’t that be okay? And sometimes I think, Why would I want to force this? Maybe I am the one who needs to move on. I’m alternately angry and hurt and hopeful and indifferent.
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Date: 2003-07-01 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-03 07:50 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-07-03 01:24 pm (UTC)love,
~Theresa
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Date: 2003-07-03 02:36 pm (UTC)but i understand if you dont...
but you should still come :)