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and it wasn't the last year
Jul. 17th, 2003 12:58 pmAh, summer. I always love it most when I realize how little of it I have left; a month from tomorrow and I'm back in classes, back to my world of textbooks and crowds of people who think that they are cooler than me.
But for now, I'm here. High summer in Fresno, and as the heat sinks into my bones it reminds me- I remember every other summer I sweltered and suffered and dreamed here. It's amazing soemtimes how precious little changes.
I spend my days in the living room now, or mostly, because even with the curtains hung in my room it's too hot to be back there much. I watch two, three hours of Buffy (my season 2 finally showed up, yay!) and then take a break, wander around the apartment picking up random things, play on my computer a bit, or brave the great outdoors to check the mail.
Yesterday, in the middle of "What's My Line?", the phone rang. I ignored it, but then someone started talking to the answering machine, and I had to pause the episode. You guys want to get a good laugh? My new glasses are in.
Yeah, I thought it was funny, too.
I'm almost sure they've been screwed up again in some way, but I'm going out this afternoon to attempt to pick them up, anyway. Because maybe they aren't wrong this time, and I'll be able to enjoy them for at least a few weeks before my surgery.
For which I am going in, by the way, at 7:30 on the morning of the 31st. Possibly they will push me back to 7:00, but the surgery scheduler said she'd call me if that happens. (I do hope so; I really would like to know when they want to see my eye, as well as the rest of me.) I guess it just depends how early the surgeon wants to get started in the morning. I'm first, apparently, because I am special.
It's funny, but it wouldn't seem right otherwise. Every surgery I've had that's been planned in advance (ie, all the eye stuff) I was scheduled early, and went to the hospitals before the sun was even up, at what Mom calls "oh dark thirty".
I'm having one of those days where I'm too adjusted to the idea of the surgery to freak out about it, or to be really scared by it. I still wish I had someone I could talk to about it all, though- not my mother, not my relatives. Especally not my relatives. My grandfather never knows what to say to me about anything, and I've gotten used to that. My grandmother just changed the subject when I told her, went back to rambling about the plot of some book she was reading, which I hadn't cared about the first time around... So yeah, screw them. But I wish I had someone to talk to.
I wish my best friends weren't in Arizona or Russia.
Not that I know what I'd say to two out of three of them, anyway. Jonni I could maybe tell, though- I think Jonni always understood a lot more about my situation than I ever told her. She was like that. For the first time, when I remembered just now that I'd been meaning to email her since she moved, and hadn't done it yet, I decided to go ahead and write something. Wasn't much of an email, really- hi, how are you guys, that sort of thing, but it's a start.
In other news- they've finally picked a jury for the case of the asshole who broke into my grandparents' place while they were out of state around Christmas in late 2001. Yeah, that was forever ago. They arrested him the night he did it- caught him coming out of someone else's house, miles away, with- get this- a bag with an airline tag on it, with my grandmother's name and address and all. They called my uncle, but since most of what the guy took was jewlery, he called Mom; Mom and I went to the police station to ID the stuff. Fun. Cops were really amusing.
Anyway, I gather this guy is a career criminal, and he was on his third strike, so of course he's not pleading guilty. So we've been playing subpoena tag with the DA's office (they need Mom to testify). They haven't been able to get a jury together or arrange a courtroom, but apparently now they've started to get their acts together.
[entry title comes from the lj randomizer thing, which I am too lazy to scare up the link for.]
But for now, I'm here. High summer in Fresno, and as the heat sinks into my bones it reminds me- I remember every other summer I sweltered and suffered and dreamed here. It's amazing soemtimes how precious little changes.
I spend my days in the living room now, or mostly, because even with the curtains hung in my room it's too hot to be back there much. I watch two, three hours of Buffy (my season 2 finally showed up, yay!) and then take a break, wander around the apartment picking up random things, play on my computer a bit, or brave the great outdoors to check the mail.
Yesterday, in the middle of "What's My Line?", the phone rang. I ignored it, but then someone started talking to the answering machine, and I had to pause the episode. You guys want to get a good laugh? My new glasses are in.
Yeah, I thought it was funny, too.
I'm almost sure they've been screwed up again in some way, but I'm going out this afternoon to attempt to pick them up, anyway. Because maybe they aren't wrong this time, and I'll be able to enjoy them for at least a few weeks before my surgery.
For which I am going in, by the way, at 7:30 on the morning of the 31st. Possibly they will push me back to 7:00, but the surgery scheduler said she'd call me if that happens. (I do hope so; I really would like to know when they want to see my eye, as well as the rest of me.) I guess it just depends how early the surgeon wants to get started in the morning. I'm first, apparently, because I am special.
It's funny, but it wouldn't seem right otherwise. Every surgery I've had that's been planned in advance (ie, all the eye stuff) I was scheduled early, and went to the hospitals before the sun was even up, at what Mom calls "oh dark thirty".
I'm having one of those days where I'm too adjusted to the idea of the surgery to freak out about it, or to be really scared by it. I still wish I had someone I could talk to about it all, though- not my mother, not my relatives. Especally not my relatives. My grandfather never knows what to say to me about anything, and I've gotten used to that. My grandmother just changed the subject when I told her, went back to rambling about the plot of some book she was reading, which I hadn't cared about the first time around... So yeah, screw them. But I wish I had someone to talk to.
I wish my best friends weren't in Arizona or Russia.
Not that I know what I'd say to two out of three of them, anyway. Jonni I could maybe tell, though- I think Jonni always understood a lot more about my situation than I ever told her. She was like that. For the first time, when I remembered just now that I'd been meaning to email her since she moved, and hadn't done it yet, I decided to go ahead and write something. Wasn't much of an email, really- hi, how are you guys, that sort of thing, but it's a start.
In other news- they've finally picked a jury for the case of the asshole who broke into my grandparents' place while they were out of state around Christmas in late 2001. Yeah, that was forever ago. They arrested him the night he did it- caught him coming out of someone else's house, miles away, with- get this- a bag with an airline tag on it, with my grandmother's name and address and all. They called my uncle, but since most of what the guy took was jewlery, he called Mom; Mom and I went to the police station to ID the stuff. Fun. Cops were really amusing.
Anyway, I gather this guy is a career criminal, and he was on his third strike, so of course he's not pleading guilty. So we've been playing subpoena tag with the DA's office (they need Mom to testify). They haven't been able to get a jury together or arrange a courtroom, but apparently now they've started to get their acts together.
[entry title comes from the lj randomizer thing, which I am too lazy to scare up the link for.]
