On the Upscale - 3/15/2001

And not everything is going to pot..... though I've sure smoked a lot of that in the past few weeks *chuckles*

I am now playing basketball with my SO and one of her coworkers. They play every other day, I have yet to be that dedicated. It's the most running I've done since high school *chuckles* Sloooowly build up to the point I can play. Messed up my wrist the first time we played, though, so having to be a bit ginger for the time being. But we have fun. And a former coworker of my SO comes out to play sometimes too..... and brings the kid. Tthe kid's cute, too. And plays a mean game of soccer even if the ball's almost as big as he is (cause he tends to want to play soccer whlist we are playing b-ball..... and is smart and quick enough to not only dodge in and out of our flailing falling apart forms, but pick the person to kick it to that can return the ball without getting smacked in the face with the basketball....... smart kid)

I joined the mailing list I mentioned last entry. It's for people with DID. Another step for us towards actually getting a *gasp* therapist. We've learned a lot in the scant two weeks we've been on the list. Not to mention have recieved about 3000+ emails *L*

I have applied for school. I'm going to follow the artsy fartsy side of, well, us, and go for a BS in Graphic Art before I head on to grad school for a PhD in Psych. Right now I'm halfway through the enrollment process. Been busting my ass to get transcripts sent to the proper places, both college and high school. Hopefully we'll get in a junior and be able to crank this out in two years. Everyone's excited about it.

Speaking of artsy fartsy..... I am painting some baby clothes for a coworker of mine. Yep, I'll admit it.... it's CUTE. Horribly, frighteningly, CUTE.

I am also finding that an incredible friendship is forming with someone else I know online. We've a lot more in common than we thought.

So, after my little pity party last entry, it's not that bad. I just need to be able to take a step back and reasses. I think I have done so. Deep breath taken, those little clinging rakes of denial and hatred shaken off my back, my head, for once, lifting above the fog.

The vacation was good. I needed that. Now, on with life.