Time… Is Marching On…
I hate those moments where you think you should probably be saying something, but the things worth talking about have so few words, and the rest would amount to nothing more than random fart-noises. I always have things to say when I don’t have a (public) blog, but having one just serves to gum up the works… like finally getting a dream journal set up, and then you stop dreaming…
I suppose the biggest news since the last news that was really big would be an event already written about in great detail on my Livejournal, and very nicely stated on my brother’s blog, which is the passing of my long-time furry friend, Moses. He passed Saturday morning at 11:32. Though I had been prepared for this months ago when his health first started to decline, it’s still hard. As I was telling Kev that morning, for the longest time, Moses was the only man I could ever really count on to be there and be supportive when I needed him most. I like to think that maybe he stuck around to make sure I’d be alright without him… that I was finally in good hands. And I do believe that his following Kev from one room to the other when walking was somewhat of a task was an approval of sorts… Mo could generally care less about people outside of the family, so that’s sort of a big deal.
Then again, I’m very sentimental, so that “I like to think” could be total bollocks. Still doesn’t stop me from liking the idea.
He will be greatly missed. Fat boy. Turkey butt. Thunder butt. Momar. Momo. Mo-ron. Moder. Love you, Mo.
School is getting to be sort of a frantic issue. I went on to check about setting up a debit account with my fin.aid, and found out that I had to reaccept everything (because once just isn’t enough for them, apparently). Luckily I squeaked in before the payment deadline, so I shouldn’t have problems (knock on some really serious wood, here). Prices for parking permits are at a quite jacked-up $232, which is nothing like what I’ve been told before (about $50 more, actually), is not chargable to fin.aid, and is no bargain whatsoever if I get stuck in K-Lot. I really, really should’ve gotten my permit earlier so I could’ve had SOME hope of parking within a mile of north campus.
The closer it gets, the more I hate it. But I am trying to keep on the sunny-side here… I will finally get to take some German. And it’s given me some squeaky new shoes to look forward to (oh god, I hope they’re K-Lot comfy).