So, I was chatting with Mom an hour or so ago about the trip to Austria. All of a sudden she starts crying. I immediatly get freaked out because my mother does not cry often. She's Russian and tough like a line-backer. So my mother crying is a definate sign of complete distress.
Me: Mum... what's wrong? Mom: It's just that... just... MY BABY'S ALL GROWN UP!!!
Yeah. She didn't cry when I left for ******** all on my lonesome. And I guess now that my career is going into the professional/overdrive thing, she's getting worried that she won't see me as often. It makes me sad, too. I'm not horribly close or dependant on my parents, but they're my parents and they raised me, gayness and all. Actually, they don't know I'm gay. I'm afraid they'll die if I tell them.
On a lighter note.... STAR WARS MOVIE MARATHON TODAY! YEAH!!!