Especially if that time passing is measured in two weeks.
However, there was enough that happened over the course of two weeks that I am satisfied with the way my vacation was spent. That doesn't mean that I'm happy to be back at school, but life can never be perfect, can it?
Cosplaying at West Edmonton Mall was definitely one of the highlights. Even if my feet did hurt like hell by the end of it. It was FUN. I am totally making a tradition out of that.
Seeing Meg was another. Even if it was for a brief time; it was worth breaking the year of not-seeing that had built up. I know she worries about me; I'm working on it, babe.
Getting off my ass and writing another chapter of Story From Hell is the last in the top 3 highlights on my brief sojourn back to the prairies. The last time I finished a chapter was...too damn long ago. Definitely before I moved. Everything seemed to stop when I moved, which is completely unacceptable...
I'm trying to do better. I want to take everything I have promised people, and get it done. If not by the end of this quarter, then by the end of the year. Then I can let myself breathe...and let the next year's promises begin to pile up. Sorry guys. I know how much you like my writing and art, and I keep on letting you down. You have the patience of saints, every one of you.
It occurs to me, every now and then, that I am incredibly lucky to still have the friends that I do. After all this time, even after putting miles and mountains between us, after I ignore them for weeks at a time because of school and my own unsociability, they still want to be my friend. I've wondered, sometimes, why they don't just leave me alone. But then I wonder, what would I do if they did?
I would probably just fall to pieces.
I promised, when I left, that I would write back at least once a week. It is another promise I have failed to keep. It is hypocritical of me, to fear being left behind when that is what I am doing to them. Every once in a while, when I get a text or e-mail from someone saying they miss me, or why haven't I e-mailed them? I have to feel guilty, when there's no reason to. It would be so easy to just keep my promise.
Why don't I, then?
...okay, having deep, in-depth conversations with myself at midnight is not a good thing to do when I have a ten o'clock class tomorrow and need eight hours of sleep plus coffee in order to function. Good night. *goes off to ponder life*
