h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm pretty good just now.
I had dinner with my father on friday, and was still amazed that we're suddenly getting on so much better than ever before.
A cousin of his called him on the saturday, and organised to visit them that night, so he asked me if I wanted to come back for dinner again saturday night as well, so I did (as a bonus I got to see mum too - she was working friday night.)
Things went well, possibly even better again.
Mum dropped me off home (I won't drive) and we spent an hour talking before she left again... you have no idea how weird this is for me. I have NEVER talked with my mother for more than twenty minutes at a time before in my life, and NEVER any kind of deep conversation. Usually she'll decide to start attacking everything I say and every opinion I have within ten minutes, usually leaving me storming off to get away from her.
But saturday... we just talked. And it was good. She even talked about her feelings (again, NEVER happens) her dreams (ditto) and her worries about dad (happens, but rare). I even discovered what their wedding was like - and it was completely the opposite of what I'd thought.
Add to that the conversation(s) I had with dad last week, similarly stress-free, and it sums to comfortable, yet strange.

I hope this continues... it's nice to have them on my side for once.

I figure one of three things have happened; either they're getting lonely in their old age, or stressed (I was the last one of their kids to move out of home, six years ago) and they both need someone to talk to who isn't the other; or this is the face of their relaxation showing, after having their home invaded by my sister, her husband, and her three kids for six weeks before they moved to Australia; or they're getting used to life as it is, and getting content too, and thus easier to get along with.
I hope it's the latter.

Uni is good; although four hours of continuous lectures on mondays and fridays are boiling my brain. Still, it means I only have to come in on tuesdays wednesdays and thursdays to do assignments, which is nice.

I miss Wendy. And I wish I could talk to Ambrese. Wendy called last night; it sounds like she'll be okay, which is also good. And Ambrese has a boyfriend who sounds perfect, so it's also nice to know that she's happy.
And I currently know more people who are pregnant, than who are dying. So that's nice too.
And it's nice to be writing nice things in my journal for once.
So everything's nice.
I wonder if I can write the word 'nice' just one more time. Oh, I did already. Nice.

Hi Jerms, glad you've been able to communicate with your parents. Just wanted to say hi, and leave another

Yay!