Nearly Dead but Still Alive

So, the past week has kind of been nightmarish.

Kinsey's summer roommate (one of her friends from junior high) didn't quite get the picture about leaving in the middle of August, which meant we just got her to move out this past Saturday. What did that mean for me? Spending nights trying to not go crazy while Kinsey was at work and I was stuck alone with the girl. Thankfully, she was pretty easy to appease if one ignored the subject of her cats. Oh, those cats... Bella, her properly named angsty female feline, thought it was appropriate to sleep on my bed (and Kierstan let her even when I asked her not to). The apartment also had taken on the distinct reek of cat over the summer... badly cared for cat. So, Jamie, Kinsey and I went on a cleaning frenzy. The carpets were cleaned, the dishes done, the cat litter changed, the floors mopped and swept, the furniture rearranged...while Kierstan watched movies.

I'm glad she's gone.

I've also been having a battle with my classes, since I have to try and balance things out just right. I will be finished with theatre this fall (I only needed seven more credits and I'll have eight), which means I just need to polish off my GEs and two English classes. However, I don't know if I can finish them all off next semester. There's a weird chance that I might not have enough electives to do it, about six or seven credits worth. I think I may use Maymester, if I have to. I just want to be done so I can get on to my Master's honestly.

It also was a hard week because I went to therapy for the first time. All week I've been keeping a list of things that trigger my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and it amazes me how it shows up. I can't even look at a certain color of green without my shoulders tensing up, and I had never noticed that until I started to look for it. I've got another appointment tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes.

But!

Not everything is doom and gloom. I'm so glad to be back in school that... there aren't words. Summer is a nice chance to take a break, sure, but I've missed the challenge that comes with university. There's nothing like having a Shakespeare double-header, which I get in the form of Shakespeare 4023 and Shakespeare Acting Styles. Tuesdays and Thursdays may kill me (with four classes) but I'm certainly going to have fun with it. If those don't get me, I'm sure Stage Combat might. Holy crap am I out of shape! Doing four laps around a basketball court did not used to be that hard. Luckily, my professor is determined I'm going to succeed and has given me orders to bring big waterbottles to class (I forgot it today).

Also, being with Kinsey and Jamie again is just great. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them until summer hit. It's been like getting back to business and going somewhere that doesn't haunt me. That, and they are seriously two of the funnest people I know. We're going to be dangerous to our own healths, of this I am certain. I mean, yesterday we made Chicken Mozzarella and pasta for dinner. Can we say yummy?

Anyway, I should probably run. Kinsey wants to go home for lunch, which will probably be leftovers from yesterday. That, or strudel. Maybe... I guess I'll see when we get there.

I'll probably update tomorrow, just to let you know I survived all of my Shakespeare classes. I'm so excited that I may very well hurt myself...

Love you!