Last week was a long one for me. Even though I’d finished with all the papers, quizzes and exams, and homework, I still had to run all over the place inbetween my fulltime job and class. So I was most definitely ready for the weekend. I felt bad, because I was so tired with all the running around, that I barely had any energy to spend time with James when I got home. I felt like he came across the border for a month to visit me, and I was neglecting him.
Thursday night was my graduation. It was a good day, because not only was I celebrating having made it through a very long and challenging fifteen month program, but I would finally have weekends to myself, evenings to myself, I could actually have that thing called a social life again, and I’d actually be able to sleep for more than a few hours.
I had to go over to the school right after work for their little closure ceremony, which included a little bonding circle, which I didn’t feel bonded to anyway, making a dream catcher with our circle out of string, and cutting the pieces so each of us could take our piece home, learning about the allumni association, and walking in between two lines of fellow classmates with our eyes closed so they can touch us and whisper things they probably didn’t mean. Then, we had to do our class picture, and take more pictures if we felt compelled to.
The ceremony was nice. We were presented with our deplomas, we had recognition for those who exceled in the class, Mike, our most spunky of the droup, gave a speach and read a rather interesting poem, and two of our hands-on instructors gave their own speaches. There was only one picture, and that was taken after the ceremony by my friend, Heather. I will be posting it at the end of this entry.
The night ended with Heather taking us both out for a drink. We ended up talking about different things, and I discovered that she and I had a lot in common. I’m hoping this could be a good friendship. Only time will tell, I guess.
Friday was just a quiet night here at home. We just hung around here, and I enjoyed the fact that this would be my first weekend of not having to worry about anything school related.
Saturday I did my usual routine of grocery shopping, and then, Kim and Julie came over for a little get-together to celebrate in our own way. Of course alcohol was consumed, and I was already three sheets to the wind by the time they left. We hung around here acting crazy until I couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Yesterday, we slept in until sometime after two, then I got up and made breakfast. I can’t remember when the last time was I was able to do that. Then, I was unproductive for the rest of the day, finally mitivating myself to do laundry last night.
I know it sounds boring, but I wrote this to prove a point, besides the fact that I’m incoherent at 7:00 in the morning. This was my first weekend in a long time when I didn’t have to worry about studying for a test, doing homework, or working on a research paper. Of course, I have to study for the bords in January, but I’ll worry about that after new years. But for now, my birthday is coming up on Tuesday, Christmas is coming up, and I’m going back with James for new years. I’m just going to enjoy that. So without further explanation, I’m going to post the picture, and then call this an entry.
Originally published at Life in the Nuthouse. Please leave any comments there.
Well, since I’ve been harassed for the last few days or so to write my first blog post over here, I guess I should maybe kinda sorta do that before I go another week without doing it. I’m new at this whole word press thing, so just to warn you, there will be mistakes until I get it all figured out.
So I guess I should start by explaining whi I came up with parry-skitz. Well, You can blaim that on an old high school friend, who has conveniently fallen off the face of the plannet sometime in the last few years, so he can not be here to defend himself, as he came up with the name originally. He was someone I met while I was attending the Colorado Center for the Blind back in 1994. A bunch of us all got to be really good friends, and we picked up on each other’s little quarks. Ryan, this friend in question, decided that I worry entirely too much about everything. OK, well, maybe he’s half right, but I digress. So I don’t remember exactly when it started, but I just remember all summer long being called “parry-skitz” short for paranoid skitzofrenic, because he also knew that I was interested in psychology at the same time. Even long after, the name stuck, even though the friendship didn’t. So hopefully maybe one day, he might come across this and remember. Who knows.
I will be posting an “about me” page eventually with more of a detailed biography and I hope to post as often as I can. I just finished and graduated from massage therapy school, and will be taking the state bords in January, so I’m hoping to have more time to come up with thing to post about. I’m a very spiritual person, and I do a lot of deep spiritual thinking, and I’d like to be able to discuss that in more detail over here. My entries will still be posted to my LJ account, but I’ve made it so that people can comment here if they’d like to.
So, with that, I’m going to call this my first post, see if I can’t find something constructive to do, and be back tomorrow with another post.
Originally published at Life in the Nuthouse. Please leave any comments there.
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