Once again

Slightly toasted and posting to the blog. So, it took my dad almost two weeks to speak to me after my grampy's funeral. Turns out, not many spoke or had anything specifically nice to say. Also turns out my dad took it harder than he thought he would. Shocking. In other news, there's this boy. One of the ones of which I spoke in an earlier post, but there he is. I'm sure I'll screw it up, but I like him. I really really like him. He's so sweet, good looking, and he seems to like me, but I never know about these things. We talk a lot, and I find him fascinating and engaging. I just wish I knew how to deal with boys. I never know what anything means or what to do about situations. I think part of that is getting married so young, and divorced at a fairly young age. Or, that I'm a little drunk. I get so insecure. And I start to wonder what would have happend if I had fought harder for my marriage. I loved Derek, no doubt. I said a lot of things that I didn't mean, but was confused and didn't know what else to say to justify how I was feeling and behaving. But, in the end, I guess it wasn't meant to be. All of this is rumor from peeps in the Hartford area, but I believe D is remarried now and has a child. He always wanted to be a dad, so I hope he's happy. He'll make a good father. Ugh - no more of this, or I'm liable to waste a perfectly good Proseco buzz by crying about spilt milk, as it were. :) In other news, I think I'm coming home(ish) in a year. If you have friends in admissions at RISD, Mass College of Art, or the MFA School of Art, please let me know. I think it's time for an MFA in sculpture. Can we hang out when I come home? I miss you guys....