Happy Christmas and other ridiculousness.

Fuck you, day of pain. Why do you have to start at five in the bloody morning? I have come to expect you every month, and I am lucky that it's only one day instead of three or more. So I can accept you as a natural part of my female existence.

But 5am? Really? Cutting into my sleep time doesn't make you feel guilty?

See, the thing about getting cramps at night or early in the morning is that since the pain is radiating from your core, it is practically impossible to ignore it. Therefore falling asleep is damn difficult. If, by some miracle, I DO manage to doze off, the pain enters my dreams, somehow. It doesn't just go away.

Worse yet, not knowing if the pain meds will work or how quickly they will kick in.

But, on a positive note, it did wake me up enough to be able to write about it. Therapeutic? You bet your ass it is. Vent, and release. And I feel like I've become a stranger to blogging, the length of time seems to be increasing between posts, so what better way to jump back in the game than by complaining about bodily functions? Classic.

Luckily, my life hasn't been just a enormous pot of pain lately (in fact I had very little to gripe over until this morning). In peeking at my last post, I realized it has been almost exactly a month since I initiated any inkling of an update, so catching up on life shall be interesting, and hopefully not epically lengthy.

Partly, the older I get the more I begin to separate what news I'm willing to share without hesitation, and what aspects I want to keep to a smaller circle because of their preciousness. I still consider myself to be a relatively open person (here meaning “forth-giving and honest of personal thoughts and situations”) but I do appreciate the value of privacy, and on the interwebs, this is a rarely found trait.

Hell, in my own family it can be a rarely found trait.

Lesse... so shortly after Thanksgiving, finals happened. Since I'm on the quarter system, I get to end a whole week earlier than the semester-goers (and start back after three weeks of winter break, woo). The odd thing about this term in comparison to last year was the rather relaxing finals week. In spring I took three intensive science-y classes plus an english class (not really recommended), so the final exams plus final papers nearly caused me to eat my soul from the inside out. This month I had one in class final, two essays, and a final project due the week before finals.

...Say what? I almost hear crickets in the background, because of all the flexibility.

I landed myself with all As, which was quite wonderful news considering my perpetual worry over the renaissance literature class. I quit my job with catering, since I wasn't getting hours and I couldn't look for another job because I never knew if I WOULD be working or not. It was a bunch of stress I didn't need. I realized a few days ago this is the first time in a few years I wasn't working over the holidays, so my financial abilities zoomed in on zero. I hate asking repeatedly for money, even for things like gas. So, most of my gifts this year were crochet related; as a double benefit, it was much less stressful to just make scarves. It wasn't even a matter of “Shit, what should I draw? Do they have enough wall space? Should I do something else?” Nope, none of that. I made warm, functional stuff. Win, win.

The biggie of the big is that I've landed myself with a rather fantastic boyfriend. More to the point, he found me, but it's one of those seemingly out of the blue happenstances that makes me think the planets were lined up just right, or something. Through mutual friends, via internet correspondence initially (as in epically long letters). As anything I get involved in, it's been quite intense on all fronts, and a thoroughly enjoyable adventure so far.

Cheers!,