A lot can happen in two weeks

So... yeah, been a while since I posted. A LONG while. No real excuse other than "wasn't really feeling like it." One heck of a recap ahead.

First off, culture trip. It was great, absolute fun. Saw some really cool shows, saw a few nice museum pieces, got to go to a two-floor Barnes & Noble, and had some awesome pizza. Oh, and some long bus rides. Stayed up late, played a children's card game, got my swag on, went to Target (also two floors!), walked through the rain, read the Onion, went to Jimmy John's, had my heart broken and repaired...

Yeah, that happened. Second night in, actually. Yes, she hates me, exactly what I didn't want. I will admit that, for a while, I was in horrible shape. I can honestly say I was closer to the despair event horizon, the point of no return, than I've ever been, and frankly I have no problem with never going back there. Thank whatever god(s) you care to believe in for my mother, though. I talked with her and... things got better. Mothers make everything better, mine most of all. Yeah, I cried a lot, for a while, but I got rid of years' worth of backlogged sorrow and am so much better off for it. Plus, getting over her let me get my life back.

I'm moving on and perfectly happy with it. Something suggests to me she's not though, because of the whole "refusal-to-talk-or-make-eye-contact" thing. Also, she blocked me on Facebook. Reeeeeeaaallll mature there, kiddo. Or are you just a coward who can't face that maybe you're the one who isn't good enough? Because, I have to be honest, come what may, I'm the one who decided to go on to better things while you're acting like a six-year-old, and when I have to be the mature person in this that's looking pretty sad for you.

And the funny thing is, now that I have the power of perspective, I can see you for how sad you are, really. You have a tendency to make stupid decisions and ignore the advice of friends who care about you, and you're rather shallow and wishy-washy. You're apparently bitter and spiteful, because it seems you're still trying to inflict some sort of emotional damage, but it's hilarious because I now understand something you don't. I'm not angry or depressed. I pity you. And no matter how hard you try...

YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HURT ME EVER AGAIN.

Suck it, bitch.

But wait, that's not all! Beyond the aforementioned character development, I've started reading Scott Pilgrim, out of order because I have to get them where I can find them. I've got the first, fourth, and sixth (also final) volumes and my mom found three and five today. Huzzah! It's fun stuff, I started reading it after thinking about the movie and decided I liked it and want to see said film. It makes me laugh but it also has a lot of heart.

Dragon Quest IX is still going well. My hero has mastered the sword 100% as of tonight, but last night I got the ultimate sword move. I will admit I whisper "finishing move... GIGAAAAASLAAAAAASSSSSH" under my breath when I use it. Looks cool as heck too. It's an amazing game, and I'm glad I bought it (I haven't even TOUCHED Metroid: Other M yet!).

Classes... mostly boring but OK. Lots of reading, not as much writing as I feared. Always good. Lots of doodling time. I feel like I need to do something but I'm not sure. There's a shapeless, formless idea at the back of my brain that I feel is going to gestate into something interesting soon.

The theater show is coming along nicely too. Lines are... mostly memorized... accent is doing okay, I guess. I got a nice hat tonight, a black fedora. Before they'd been making me use this ratty old white hat, but this is a massive improvement. I haven't seen any other costume pieces except for boots that were two sizes two small. Had a flask for one night, but they scrapped the idea. Shame, I was doing some really funny stuff with it too.

Oh, and I met someone new and interesting on Wednesday. Perhaps I shall talk about her next time.