Gradidation Pitchers

corzican has posted a few pics of the graduation. Unfortunately, his camera didn't seem to be able to deal with the dark auditorium with stage lights, so every one of those turn out blurred. Also, mom forgot to include the memory card in her camera, which is required for still pictures. I think she might have gotten some video, but I haven't verified it with her yet. I know of at least one picture that exists of me from the balcony taken by flemco, but I haven't seen it yet. I'll bug him about it tomorrow night.

I'm happy for what ever pictures were taken. I know I'll be contacted by the professional photographer about the official pic of me shaking hands with the Dictator Director of the program, which I'll buy some copies of for family and such.

I had such a wonderful day. I also made sure to give proper attention to my professor when he came in to the BBQ and to my mom and grandmother as it was still Mother's Day, and I could totally put the blame of my existence onto both of them. My dad was running around making sure all of the food was out and the shrimp peeled and the margaritas and daiquiris (man that's such a hard drink to spell) made. My uncle kept shooing me out of the kitchen as my natural Lead Hostess role kept creeping into my brain.

Food! OMG so much food and it was so good and tasty. I had bought a peach cobbler and a banana pudding that never even got set out because people were already so full by the time it would have been dessert time, and yet there was still plenty of food out on the picnic table.

It really was a great day and I wouldn't have changed it for the world.

Oh yeah, and I didn't trip walking across the stage!

I Find You're Gone

I was hoping that with the passing of my senior thesis and graduation that my stress level would go down.

It's gone up, and my normal means of stress relief is sort of taking a temporary leave of absence as it were. Curling up in a ball just feels too much like a cop out. Playing video games just feels like I'm in avoidance. My newly spawned stress headache has my stomach in knots. I don't know if I can eat without throwing up. So I'm venting here.

There are a few friends who are dealing with issues in their own lives and I wish I could make everything better for them. It bugs me when I have no choice than to sit back, wait, and be a passive voyeur.

My sister has officially been locked out of my parents' house and they are now in a holding pattern until they can get the car back from her. She's been AWOL since Friday afternoon, although I would still say it's been since before then as she only stopped by the house long enough to use the restroom that day. The boys are in my parents' custody, although, since my sister hasn't given up full custodial rights, she still retains the right to take them provided that she appears sane, lucid and not high on something.

My grandmother was in a car wreck today, which most likely totaled the car. She was the person picking up my oldest nephew from school when my sister wasn't around, so now my parents and I are figuring out our work schedules for that. I had to leave work early today to keep my mother sane while she worked on getting the car towed, calling the insurance company, and getting my grandmother picked up from the hospital. She's badly bruised but otherwise fine. The doctors want someone to be around her for the next 24 hours so my mom is having her stay at their house.

My dad's dad keeps calling the house and my dad keeps avoiding him. That grandparent pair is in an Alzheimer's facility they are not allowed to leave without a chaperon. I haven't seen them since they went in there almost a year and a half ago. I don't know if my grandmother will understand if/when we manage to get my graduation announcement to them exactly what it means. i just hope she still recognizes me.

I still have ten million things on my to-do list and my room is a complete disaster area. I did manage to put away all of my clean clothes finally, after about 4 months of them sitting in a basket on the floor after every washing.

Is it strange that I'm highly stressed about NOT having some sort of school related project to be working on?

I Find You're Here

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