While recapping, something happens
It's hard to believe it's been roughly 2 months since I last updated. Where did the time go? It seems so surreal that tomorrow is the first day of November. The foliage has already passed it's peak and is starting to dwindle down to a depressing brown and bare mess. In 2 days I'll cast my first vote ever in a presidential election, in 2 weeks Matt will turn 22, and in 3 weeks I'll be in Arizona, celebrating Thanksgiving (and my birthday, as they are one of the same this year) with Matt and his Family. His sister is baking me a cake.
This is the only part I've really disliked about my "break" from the real world... how time can slip away from me if as though I've falling down a steep slope. Well, that, and that I've lost contact with alot of the people I used to love in my life. Sometimes, just reading the away messages of those who I shared my freshman year with at Radford, and seeing them with graduation countdown timers in their AIM profiles... I almost can't even look at that. In fact, I actually can't... I usually close all AIM windows completely when I stumble across something like that.
Alot has happened in the span of the 2 months. My right eye had a very slow recovery (it is still red on both the left and right sides, but at least I'm able to wear my contacts now), TFee died (I found him on the floor one day, staring blankly across the room, obviously struggling to breathe... I got yelled at by my father for caring, with all his usual insults and general asshole-ness, but I eventually got TFee to the vet. Found he was riddled up with tumors, and they gave him a shot to see if it would help with the pain, maybe extend his life by a week or so... but it didn't. While he still longed for attention and seemed somewhat fine other than the breathing [struggling to breathe = struggling to live], we put him to sleep so that he wouldn't have to experience anything worse than he already was. There was no helping him, his condition was too far progressed... it was the right thing to do), and the closed beta for WoW officially ended last Friday. I've had a great time with that game, and I accomplished my goal (getting on the Blizzard's friend list and then have John sign up for it for himself. I had always envisioned that to be the repayment for him letting me take over his account like I did, and I was so happy that I was able to do it. I just wonder what suggestion/bug report/whatever it was that specifically made them consider giving the account a Bliz friend invitation. Guess I'll never know.)
But... babbling aside. This is actually a "free" day for me in a sense - as in, there's nothing to distract me, and I'm taking a break from feeling the pressure of all my other obligations. The WoW servers are down until sometime this coming week in preparation for another "stress test" (although, I have not really played WoW for more than a week due to annoying crashes and in general being somewhat burnt out on it. I've been playing Sims 2 instead, a game that doesn't crash on me, and have had alot of fun fulfilling some of my [somewhat perverse?] leftover infatuation from my childhood of things getting pregnant and fat and having babies 
I'm starting to get burnt out on even that, though. The leftover infatuation must have just been more like a teensy fetish), I was able to finish all 4 pieces of my midterm exams last night (although, despite my best efforts, I think I failed miserably for the Advanced Access class. But that's what I get for taking an intro and advanced class on the same subject at the same time), and, finally... I just wanted to spend a day a little more alive than I have for the past two months. In the midst of doctor appointments, WoW obsession to Sims 2 obsession, and making minor efforts to keep up with my assignments... I haven't been able to do the things I was hoping I could do these past few months. Like stay lovingly close to Matt (although I still do so many things that are so reminiscent of my father it just makes me transfer some of the hate I have for that man to myself), keep in good contact with Stephen (sigh, I just in general suck for failing with that), get around to telling Sandy "Thank you!" for the nice e-card she sent me after she read about my surgery (WTF is wrong with me?! Why didn't I ever put an alert for when she signed on so I wouldn't always be looking when she had an away message?! hrm... *does that now*).
I did call Stephen earlier today, though I (yet again) called the number for his house instead of his cell phone. I can never seem to keep his cell phone number around... it's always the house number I find. But I tried to play it off by making jokes with his brother, since he was the one who answere the phone.
OMFG... as I was typing this... the phone rang. A number I didn't know. My father then yells down the hallway if I know someone named Alan. And it's Alan... THE Alan of my life. I go down to the living room, and call him back. He's driving down from DC, and will pass through Fredericksburg, and asks if I want to have lunch. And OMG, I'm going... omfg.