Life in General
A lot has happened since my last entry. To make this short I will list rather than describe.
-I went to go see Munich with my pops
-I have started to play ping-pong again
-I had a seizure
-I have spent some time with my Uncle, Aunt (his sister, not wife), my cousin Brianne, and my cousin Ruthie who I haven't seen in...a long time
-I spent quite a bit of time with my mom, Annie, and Shodan :)
-I ate at El Minuto...finally
-I watched CSI with my sister...I can't believe I watched TV
-I went shopping
It seems to me that much more than that has actually happened, only I cannot seem to remember. Oh well. I've been in the weirdest mood lately. Honestly, I do not know what has come over me. While I'm in Phoenix I sleep in every day, unless I have to get up early to go back to Tucson. When I'm in Tucson, I am fairly anti-social and all I want to do is sleep. And, generally, I do. Then I wake up and ask myself why I choose to stay in bed all the time rather than spend time with people whom I have just over a week left to see. I don't understand myself. It certainly is not that I don't desire to be with and spend time with them, it's just that for some inexplicable reason, I choose to sleep or read or...sit around and think instead. Granted, I have been sick since Christmas. I woke up on New Year's Day and I felt the worst I'd felt all break, so I stayed in bed thinking that sleeping in would help, but I slept ALL DAY. I do not remember waking up at all, and I didn't wake up until 1:24 the next morning. Today I felt sick so I slept until 5:00 PM. It's sick. I hate myself for it. I don't want to sleep that long but I do. It's the weirdest thing.
Then, when I'm awake, I feel like something is wrong, but I can't pinpoint it whatsoever. It's irritating. Perhaps after attempting to step out of my introverted shell all semester at Hillsdale, I'm taking the opportunity to recoil. I don't know; I honestly don't. I feel exhausted. Oblivious. Despondent. Languid. Weighed-down. I've had the desire to watch all these movies. And I have watched quite a few. Bridget Jones, Pride and Prejudice, The Red Violin, Must Love Dogs, Les Choristes. Well, you all know that I am empathetic. When I watch these movies, when the characters are feeling some strong emotion, I start hurting. Really, actually hurting. A sharp pain goes through my fingers and hands, while I feel a less acute, more steady pain in my chest. I don't know...it's always been this way, or at least for a really long time, but now it's to a greater extreme, and I can feel it more distinctly. Right now, for example, my knuckles are still hurting from a movie I just watched...and it even ended happily.
Goodness. I just don't know what's going on.
-I went to go see Munich with my pops
-I have started to play ping-pong again
-I had a seizure
-I have spent some time with my Uncle, Aunt (his sister, not wife), my cousin Brianne, and my cousin Ruthie who I haven't seen in...a long time
-I spent quite a bit of time with my mom, Annie, and Shodan :)
-I ate at El Minuto...finally
-I watched CSI with my sister...I can't believe I watched TV
-I went shopping
It seems to me that much more than that has actually happened, only I cannot seem to remember. Oh well. I've been in the weirdest mood lately. Honestly, I do not know what has come over me. While I'm in Phoenix I sleep in every day, unless I have to get up early to go back to Tucson. When I'm in Tucson, I am fairly anti-social and all I want to do is sleep. And, generally, I do. Then I wake up and ask myself why I choose to stay in bed all the time rather than spend time with people whom I have just over a week left to see. I don't understand myself. It certainly is not that I don't desire to be with and spend time with them, it's just that for some inexplicable reason, I choose to sleep or read or...sit around and think instead. Granted, I have been sick since Christmas. I woke up on New Year's Day and I felt the worst I'd felt all break, so I stayed in bed thinking that sleeping in would help, but I slept ALL DAY. I do not remember waking up at all, and I didn't wake up until 1:24 the next morning. Today I felt sick so I slept until 5:00 PM. It's sick. I hate myself for it. I don't want to sleep that long but I do. It's the weirdest thing.
Then, when I'm awake, I feel like something is wrong, but I can't pinpoint it whatsoever. It's irritating. Perhaps after attempting to step out of my introverted shell all semester at Hillsdale, I'm taking the opportunity to recoil. I don't know; I honestly don't. I feel exhausted. Oblivious. Despondent. Languid. Weighed-down. I've had the desire to watch all these movies. And I have watched quite a few. Bridget Jones, Pride and Prejudice, The Red Violin, Must Love Dogs, Les Choristes. Well, you all know that I am empathetic. When I watch these movies, when the characters are feeling some strong emotion, I start hurting. Really, actually hurting. A sharp pain goes through my fingers and hands, while I feel a less acute, more steady pain in my chest. I don't know...it's always been this way, or at least for a really long time, but now it's to a greater extreme, and I can feel it more distinctly. Right now, for example, my knuckles are still hurting from a movie I just watched...and it even ended happily.
Goodness. I just don't know what's going on.
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