Awww, Dad.

I’m feeling much better. My apathy for school is lifting somewhat (ok, not school totally, just two specific classes)…I actually dragged myself out of bed to go today instead of curling up into a little ball and pretending that I didn’t actually have class today. My Dad is great…ever since I announced that I was going to see a therapist in the interest of actually getting through this semester, he calls for no reason during the day to see how I’m doing (not in an annoying way either, its nice). I think he’s actively trying to not be his parents. My grandparents are awesome, but isn’t it often the case that awesome grandparents had issues as parents? I know my Dad had some problems and didn’t talk to them for a long time (many moons ago). They weren’t supportive of him and when he had problems they just told him to snap out of it instead of really trying to help. So my Dad isn’t doing that, and its great.

On a totally different note, I NEED TO GO OUT MORE. I mean, seriously. I realize that money is an issue…but, still, once in awhile (once a month, at least?!) if I could find someone who wants to DO SOMETHING would be fantastic. Pencil me in, ok? Man. It’s like pulling teeth.