Friday, December 24, 2010

Look Ma! Two Posts in One Week!

The snow kinda melted today. Which was sad. But there is still plenty in the lawn, even if it's damp and unpleasant to play in. It's 3 a.m. and I'm finding myself staying up to see when it snows again. It's supposed to snow tonight. Last time it snowed at 5 in the morning, so I guess that I'm up for a long night....It'll be worth it, though. I love to watch the snow fall.

This holiday seems to have been a long one. It's only Friday, albeit rather early in the morning on Friday, and I've only been here in Yakima since Monday, but it feels like I've been here forever.

My cats, my t.v., my new bed, my blankets....they seem like a washed-out dream from far, far, away that can barely touch me anywhere but in my dreams. The warm heavy feeling of my polar fleece blanket and the gritty crumpled feeling of my sheets are fading into obscurity. My back isn't thanking me for my sojourn, however. No matter how well I've been sleeping at night, an air mattress isn't the best choice in the world to sleep on if you are prone to back problems.

It's interesting: I really can sleep anywhere. A desk, a bench, against a wall, on the floor, on an air mattress, in a damp and freezing tent. But when I sleep next to someone, I almost always wake at the crack of dawn. Whether I go back to sleep or get up depends on how thoroughly I awaken, but I always do this.

Why don't I when I'm in a stranger's house sleeping alone?

I wish I knew.

I hate that feeling of dislocation. That feeling you get when you wake suddenly, like someone shook you, and you have no idea where you are, or why, and you have the sudden urge to hit whoever comes into view first. Sometimes I wake up for no reason, and sometimes I have the dire urge to pee, or get a drink. But I always fling my eyes open like something's startled me. I won't move, I won't sit up, I'll just lie there and wonder "Why? Why is this happening?"

Sometimes I'll get fed up with it, stalk out to the couch, and sleep there. Others I wake up, resigned, and either watch t.v., or read. Occasionally, though, I lie there under the sun comes up, or until I pass out. Whichever comes first.

I kind of wish I've been having this feeling in my Aunt Jackie's house, in her spare bedroom, sleeping on the slowly leaking air mattress: then I wouldn't feel like I'm slowly leaving my life in Monmouth behind.

Regards,

Monica

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Holidays

I've been feeling rather ho-hum for a while, so sorry for not writing.

Also, I did National Novel Writing Month in November (NaNoWriMo) and was very busy trying to churn out 50,000 words. I hit 52k, good for me :) The book isn't actually finished, though, so I should probably be using my free time to add more to it, but I just haven't been able to look at it, let alone touch it, since the last day of December....That's twenty odd days of ignoring, and trust me, I'm pretty good at denial.

This will probably go on for quite a while.

Classes are over. Finally got to sign up for Winter term (You don't even want to know about the Financial Aid fiasco this year) and I'm a little disappointed at having to take four courses....

I get pretty stressed pretty easy, and it's actually quite hard for me to do a lot of stuff, consecutively, without getting tired and having to sleep.

I've been napping fairly often, recently. Nothing so crazy as a two hour nap everyday at the same time or anything, but still.

I'm just worried that I'll have too many hours to spend at school and I'll start sleeping in classes again. I managed to keep it down to four occurences (Twice in two different classes) this Fall term, and I don't want my pride at staying awake for school to be blown away by more classes.

Doesn't help that I signed up for a twice a week three hour drawing class *sighs*. Yeah, I know. We all know how thatwent last year. Although it was quite satisfying :) The only thing that really irks me about that class, though, is that it's from 3-6 p.m. Tuesday/Thursday which pretty much nixes the idea of a night job. Not that I'll find one, but one can always hope! But I suppose it's better than the 6-9p.m. one I took last year...

Signed up for Spanish 202, and I even managed to get the same teacher: Gonzalez-Viana. Best teacher I've had so far, actually, even though I did enjoy Watts....But I like him more. I learned a lot, even if he never understands my questions, lol.

Taking two literature classes this term, I could shoot myself. But I'm only doing it so that I don't have to take three next term. Then I really would kill myself... I'm taking the second British Literature course, and the second American Literature course. I was going to take them 12-2, 2-4 on whichever days they were that they were back to back...but I accidentally clicked buttons to sign up for two 12-2 classes on alternating days, which is actually nice because then I can take that art class and I don't have to sit through two literature classes right after one another.

Then I reallywould sleep through my classes...

The art class, btw, is a figure drawing class. I wanted to take the uh....I forgot what you call it but you learn more about perspective and architect type drawing (I'm actually not bad at that, when I have a ruler and...systems! That's it, it's called Systems in drawing...), but my Spanish class would have cut off the last hour of that class, and it's two days a week rather than four (like Spanish) so I deemed Spanish more important and chose another art class...

Sad, I really wanna take that class.

I'm in Yakima right now, visiting my dad. Well, I haven't actually seen him yet: I traveled up here as a surprise for him, and didn't get in until midnight last night and he goes to sleep pretty early. So I bunked at an Aunt's hosue across town.

She's pretty cool.

It's snowed here, but it's not too deep. Guess I'll have to unbury my snow driving skills *cracks knuckles*. It's been a while, but I'm sure my "faithful" readers have faith in my....

Sadly, her car doesn't have four wheel drive, studs, or chains, but there's not much ice and they have pretty regular snow-plows, so I should be all right. She's got all-weather tires, though, and that's better than what I had with my Buick Park Avenue on Christmas '08 when I was driving everywhere in the snow and ice with absolutely no idea as to what I was doing.....

It's weird, though. I was here for Christmas last year, and everything just feels the same. Like I never left. Took the same route over Snoqualmie Pass (even though I tried my darndest not to), ended up at the same station around the same time, all the buildings are the same, there's a thin layer of snow everywhere....

Yup. Yakima is pretty boring, and there's definitely snow everywhere which slows pretty much everything down.

Well, I have holes in my shoes, and a dad to visit, so I'm off to shop and see him...

Happy Holidays

Monica