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A friend that I haven’t had contact with for months called my cell last night. She said she just wanted to say ‘hi’ and update me on her life. I had written her off after we had an odd “falling out” over sometime trivial. She made no mention of anything in the past - only that she felt bad for not calling me sooner. Every phone call has a reason and the reason for this one was to tell me that she has enrolled in a different college (after over 3 years of not attending classes) and that the new school only requires twelve more credit hours for her BA in Psychology. Her eyes are set on a Masters in Counseling.
Her love life came up and she said that she broke up with her boyfriend (who she wanted to cheat on and was recruiting my monetary assistance for when we had the falling out), but then they got back together shortly afterward. They’re in loooooove now. For real this time. Like the previous three times she dated him were trial versions of love. She wants me to come to their wedding in two or three years. By that time they will have broken up and gotten back together at least twice more.
Of all the odd things to desire at this moment in her life, she says that she wants to adopt 12-year-olds. That’s nice and all, but... Well, to be honest, she can’t even take care of herself. She has serious health problems - ones that she has lived with her entire life, but have taken a turn for the worse recently. She spent six weeks of the time we didn’t speak in bed because she could not move. She has muscular dystrophy and now they believe she may also have multiple sclerosis. The doctors have her heavily medicated with muscle relaxants until they can determine the cause of her troubles. On top of this, she is taking medication for her bipolar disorder. Her boyfriend is also bipolar. He’s taking so much medication that he no longer has a sex drive or the ability to (for lack of a better term) get it up.
It was nice to hear from her. She seemed in good spirits during the entire conversation. Usually, I only get her depressed calls or her extremely manic calls. It was refreshing to be able to talk to her normally for once. Like old times. I try to be supportive, but it’s rather hard when she lives 1,500 miles away. I have some guilt over our relationship and the fact that I moved away from her to do my own thing. The situation is far too complicated to be explained in a single journal entry. Just suffice it to say that I’m happy to hear from her when she’s in such good spirits and looking forward to the future.
Jason is ditching me to hang out with his friend Sergio tomorrow. Sometimes sitting alone in the apartment is depressing. I might go to Borders and read in their café. The last time I was there they had a woman performing covers. She did a fantastic rendition of Sade’s “Is It a Crime” that made me swoon.
I want to work on a mix CD, but I can’t seem to get my thoughts straight or the songs to flow naturally. It had a theme, but I’ve deviated from that and it is only loosely found in the tracks now. I was attempting to go with youthful exuberance and the adventure/excitement of growing up. Melancholy slipped in and then I lost my grasp on the theme. I began throwing in whatever I could find. The original intention was along the lines of The Anniversary’s “Crooked Crown” and Of Montreal’s “Requiem for O.M.M.2”. Now I’ve got The Promise Ring’s Wood/Water-era stuff in there and things out of left field like “Fun For Me” by Moloko.
Her love life came up and she said that she broke up with her boyfriend (who she wanted to cheat on and was recruiting my monetary assistance for when we had the falling out), but then they got back together shortly afterward. They’re in loooooove now. For real this time. Like the previous three times she dated him were trial versions of love. She wants me to come to their wedding in two or three years. By that time they will have broken up and gotten back together at least twice more.
Of all the odd things to desire at this moment in her life, she says that she wants to adopt 12-year-olds. That’s nice and all, but... Well, to be honest, she can’t even take care of herself. She has serious health problems - ones that she has lived with her entire life, but have taken a turn for the worse recently. She spent six weeks of the time we didn’t speak in bed because she could not move. She has muscular dystrophy and now they believe she may also have multiple sclerosis. The doctors have her heavily medicated with muscle relaxants until they can determine the cause of her troubles. On top of this, she is taking medication for her bipolar disorder. Her boyfriend is also bipolar. He’s taking so much medication that he no longer has a sex drive or the ability to (for lack of a better term) get it up.
It was nice to hear from her. She seemed in good spirits during the entire conversation. Usually, I only get her depressed calls or her extremely manic calls. It was refreshing to be able to talk to her normally for once. Like old times. I try to be supportive, but it’s rather hard when she lives 1,500 miles away. I have some guilt over our relationship and the fact that I moved away from her to do my own thing. The situation is far too complicated to be explained in a single journal entry. Just suffice it to say that I’m happy to hear from her when she’s in such good spirits and looking forward to the future.
Jason is ditching me to hang out with his friend Sergio tomorrow. Sometimes sitting alone in the apartment is depressing. I might go to Borders and read in their café. The last time I was there they had a woman performing covers. She did a fantastic rendition of Sade’s “Is It a Crime” that made me swoon.
I want to work on a mix CD, but I can’t seem to get my thoughts straight or the songs to flow naturally. It had a theme, but I’ve deviated from that and it is only loosely found in the tracks now. I was attempting to go with youthful exuberance and the adventure/excitement of growing up. Melancholy slipped in and then I lost my grasp on the theme. I began throwing in whatever I could find. The original intention was along the lines of The Anniversary’s “Crooked Crown” and Of Montreal’s “Requiem for O.M.M.2”. Now I’ve got The Promise Ring’s Wood/Water-era stuff in there and things out of left field like “Fun For Me” by Moloko.
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Everytime I read your LJ I have to go download music afterwards.
You're working too hard girly. Give yourself a nice treat!
Is Sergio coma boy? Glad he's perked up a bit.
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And yes! Go to the cafe, treat yourself! Who knows when more swoonworthy stuff is around the corner ;)