Hi, my name's Alexis, and I should blog more.

Things have been exceptionally difficult lately as I attempt to finish up school, try to get a handle on my ever-changing pain, and adjust my medication to deal with the pain and its effects. I don't like to go to the Internet to complain if I can avoid it, but sometimes it happens anyway, since there are very few people I have to talk to about it all. Still, I like to reserve my blog posts for something a little bit better than daily rants and complaints. Finally, I'm feeling a bit better, so here we go.

Summer is fast approaching, though never approaching fast enough, and this coming week is my last week of school, basically. I'm foregoing the graduation ceremony just because I think it's too much to deal with; we're moving a few days afterward and I'll be having my graduation party anyway, so I don't really feel the need to be involved in the ceremony.

I have a lot of things to do before we move, still, and most of it involves packing. We still haven't picked my room out yet at the new house. I can't put into words how excited I am to move and get out of here. I'm not so much sick of the town as much as I'm ready for something new; I've lived here all my life, in this house half of my life, and being a very small rural town, it's nowhere close to anything except our state park just down the road. Indy has everything. The state museum, IMAX theatre, the Museum of Art (The Yeti works there!), stores and malls and restaurants and parks and people. I'm so excited. We'll be living in a bigger house, I'll have my own bathroom, we'll have a fireplace, we'll have so many great opportunities so close by. I'm ecstatic. It's been hard to be ecstatic lately about anything because I've been in so much severe pain and not able to handle it emotionally because of my medication.

Now, all I have left is a week of school to get through, some work to make up, two finals to take, and then we're set to go. There are some downsides to moving, the biggest one being my cat, Furry, can't come with us -- we've had her since I was four, and she's pretty much my cat. I love her to pieces and she lights up every time she sees me. She's eighteen years old, but she's never had any health problems, but I dreaded the day she would eventually die. She's just been in my life for so long and it's weird to even think of not having her, you know? She's my girl.

Anyway, she's going to my aunt's, and they already have several cats (which made her initially hesitant about taking her, but my mom has bought a cat carrier, a handheld carpet steamer thingamajig for hairball-cleaning, and is actually going to pay her for taking her). I'm just happy she's not going to a shelter. I would hate that. She's had a really good life, but I still wouldn't want her to spend her last weeks or months or years stuck in a cage. So I'm extremely relieved that she'll have a nice home to go to. This has also reignited my desire to volunteer at a humane shelter at some point, because that's something I've always liked to do -- but like lots of things I have liked to do lately, it's not something I've been able to manage. Still, hopefully this summer when things get better and I no longer have school to constantly deal with, it will be something I can work in.

Right now, I think I need start on my make-up work of infinite Beowulf study guides. Until next time.

(I think I will start a HayleyGHoover-esque list at the end of each post. For continuity's sake. Watch me forget after this one. Still.)

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