I was home only a day before I pissed off my parents. Unfortunately, this is not a new record for me. While I enjoy being home, it is difficult to get reacquainted with doing things at home and not at school.
Mom got me flowers for when I got home Friday. They're very very very pretty. They make me very happy, and are in my room cheering me up.
It snowed yesterday, making it very beautiful outside. Then it turned around, rained, and melted all the snow. >.<
I gained weight during the last few weeks of the semester (I think everyone did. Stress.) Perhaps I shall join my parents in this diet thing -- just not to the same extreme. I vaugely like my plumpness. :P Means I'm not anorexic like everyone else at school.
I'm STILL working on project X. Let's all pray I get it done by X-mas. If not, then New Years perhaps?
I miss talking to Nicky. I know you all probably think I'm crazy because of that, since you know, she refuses to ever speak to me again, but I do. She was like a sister. Unfortunately, we also fought like sisters. And unlike real sisters, I can't make her talk to me. It still hurts. But I whine about not being able to talk to her enough to all of you. I won't go on a rant or tangent about this. Just know that it still hurts and I still miss her.
On the other hand, in attempts to make me feel better and get my mind off such things, Leigh and his friend Darran are trying to get me to roleplay. Unfortunately it's basically like online tabletop roleplaying, which I do not - I repeat - DO NOT understand. But I'm trying my hardest to comprehend. Again - I whine too much about it. They're trying to help me out. But this way of doing things is so darn confusing! It's taken me what, two weeks to use the character sheet to get the character I already understand in my head? Madness. But I'm trying.
I want to go up north and visit Beth and Nick for a day or two. Make sure Nick's treating Beth well. ;) I also want to see Amish country. And the horsies. And the chinchilla. And the cat. And the snake, if they have it by time I get up there. And the swords. I love the swords.
I have four weeks to clean my room. *pause* Go on, laugh. It's okay. I already know the room will win.
Going back a few random notes, LEIGH IS ONLINE AGAIN! There is much rejoycing.
I sent Steph a package a few weeks ago, and she finally got it. Halloween chocolates, some cheese stuff, and a calendar. :)
It's very very very cold out. So Jasmine and I snuggled for a few hours this afternoon to warm up.
The gerbils don't like my parents as much as me. This amuses me, even though it offends mom. :P I do wish they'd pop their heads out sometimes and at least say hi to her!
Finals are done. I'm praying I did well. I only know my grade in one class. Which is kinda depressing. I want to know all my grades. :-\ Or maybe I don't... I have 7 more grad schools to apply to. This is also depressing.
Grad school is also scaring the h-e-double-hockey-skates outta me. I'm terrified no one will accept me and offer me an assistantship. Anyone want to clean my room for me?
Oh, I'm also somewhat writing a story. Some of you have read the intro. And unless everyone is being mean and lying to me, I think they like it. But I'm not sure the story is that good, now that I've thought more about it.
If anyone who reads this *cough* BEN! *cough* is in Mason over break, hit me up on the cell. I'd love to get out and hang out with people. :)
I think I will try to post a Christmas song each day until Christmas.
So, to finish, the Redneck 12 Days of Christmas:
Wow, somebody done been to the WalMart!(Jeff) Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas.
Well you cleaned up! Whadya git?Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Hey Bubba, you got gypped -- there's 12 days to Christmas.(Jeff) I know that, I got it covered. Look over in the corner.
That's yours too?Yea!
Chorus:Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Man, this ain't normal Christmas presents!No, they're redneck gifts!
Redneck gifts?Yea, you know, like
If you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures.
Or, if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells"
Perhaps if you think "The Nutcracker" is something you did off a
High-dive.
Or, if you've ever misspelled something in Christmas lights.
Or, if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus.
What's wrong with that?I didn't say anything wrong with it...
It's hard to beat...
Chorus:Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Well, you can't really consider it a Christmas
'less you go down to the
Penitentiary and visit your mama.You're not listenin' to me!
Get the car key outta your ear.
That's where the nine years probation comes in...
I'm gonna do it for ya again.
Now listen...
Chorus:Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.