Alright, It's been forever...

So I'm gonna post a quick update. I'm just about to start my hell week at school: after this week I should have considerably more time to breathe. I finished my bioethics essay this week, it's a very conservative stance but I think I did a good job at arguing it, I'll post it when I get a chance.

It's spring, ergo I have crushes. (Someone told me I wasn't white trash because I used the word "ergo" on biome in the early days of UT. What I wanted to say at the time and didn't was that poor doesn't equal stupid.) I'm wondering if it's ethical to date one of my classmates, given the age difference. The other ones are on TA's so I'm not as worried about them, though they probably have ethical guidelines they have to follow, lest they be fired. And speaking of men, G. is pissing me off to no end... it's a girl! ....and a boy! Of all the immature, sesile, boring things he can do, he's started to smoke pot again. I feel like saying to him "Get the fuck out of my life, you selfish addicted prick." But I can't... because that selfish, addicted prick happens to be 1/2 of the most important person in my life's DNA. So it's opening the hurt box over and over and over again. Tonight I took him to the train and said, just as he was getting out: "I think you're sociopathic in your disassociation from your emotions: I would do anything not to make what I said to you last week (that he gave up his daughter to point lights at shit) the truth. You just let it roll off you and smoke another joint, play another video game and download another porn. That said, you're not actively destroying anyone's life other than your own. You're not rebelling against me, or anastasia, so you're only hurting yourself at this point. Though sometimes I would like us to be a happy little family, my better judgment has to rule when it comes to her. Why that's not the same for you will always be a mystery to me."

So yeah. My life is complicated, I suppose. It's the time of year... those last throes of winter are often so hard to get through, so you end up taking it out on whoever's available and a good target. and he has been both lately. nvm that it's just about a year since he left me with a 5 month old and a sick mom to go and point lights at shit in Stratford. Not that easily forgivable, if you ask me.