Well, here I am back at home. Sunday night was excrutiatingly lonely on campus. I never realized how many people I only talk to when we are at college - even if those conversations are only over AIM. I started wandering around campus at about 3:30 in the morning in an attempt to get my mind off everyone who I won't see for months, but all that did was remind me that there was nary a soul on campus. I truly almost cried when I walked by the completely empty Sparling lot.
So I left campus at about noon on Monday. I thought all I needed to boost my spirits was a healthy dose of friends, family, and dogs (I love my puppies!), but unfortunately, I was wrong. I got home, unpacked, played with the dogs, and sat down to watch TV. Everything seemed to be going fine until my mom got home. The first thing out of her mouth after "Hi George, can you help me unload the car and get your brother inside?" was "How's your love life going?"
I snapped, and I don't really know why. I have never snapped at my mother, but something about the way she asked it, and the fact that she didn't even ask how I was first, just made me mad. I actually snarled at her, "It is going like shit. Thanks for asking."
Well, ever since then I have been sitting in my room cleaning, doing some unpacking, and watching TV. Dinner's conversations were somewhat uncomfortable, but after my mother and I told each other that we were sorry, things lightened up.
Bah, enough about that. I was just hot, tired, and dirty. After a nice hot shower where I never had to worry about another guy walking in and openning the curtain (god I hate that about dorms), I felt much better.
Sitting here in my room, I find it funny that the only people I am having actual conversations with are those who I haven't seen much over the past week. Hell, they aren't even the people I miss right now. I have stunted conversations with people I miss, but they all seem to trail off as they approach topics I just don't feel like talking about anymore. If you have read my previous post, you will know that there is something I don't want to think or talk about, but someone seems to think it is the only thing I want to talk about (not mad at you bud, just a little annoyed).
As of right now, I have decided that I have done enough bitching about life. I will probably change my mind at a later date and come back here bitching like a Frenchman at an American movie (You know, ze French film industry is so much more sophisticated than ze American industry), but for right now I am going to shove it.
Now I am going to play a variation of Stewie Griffin's "Compliment Sandwich" game. I call it the "Good News Sandwich".
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Happy news, my little brother is recovering well from his recent leg surgery. He should be walking unassisted within a couple weeks.
My grandparents are still the crochety annoying loons that they have always been, and I love them for it even if they do drive everyone insane. My grandmother had surgery this morning and my grandfather absolutely forbade my mother from visiting . . . Why you ask . . . Because it would be a waste of gas. She is fine now, but I still find it hilarious
My parents may end up paying me good money to stay home and watch my little brother over the summer. This would mean that not only would I not have to get a crappy job, but I would be getting paid to stay home and hang around my house.
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One piece of possible bad news, I have a small mole that has developed on my cheek over the past few weeks. Given the history of skin cancer in my family, my dad is freaking out and insisting that I go to the doctor. Wish me luck.
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More good news, my older dog is acting much more active and lively than she was when I was home for Christmas (god, that was the last time I was home for more than a few hours at a time).
I just weighed myself for the first time since Christmas, and I have lost 30 pounds in the past 4 months. (Damnit everyone is so focused on Mothball's body eating itself that they haven't noticed mine doing the same thing yet! Oh well, when I get back to school in August and look like an Etheopian . . . then they will notice.)
My parents just reminded me that they have a free week at one of any of hundreds of timeshares/hotel things that needs to be used at some point before December, and the two of them probably won't be able to use it at any point. Therefore, they told me that I could use it and have a nice little mini-vacation with some friends anywhere I could get reservations. I have not yet looked too deeply into this, but it should be good stuff. I will call people if anything pans out.
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Well, that is pretty much all the good and bad stuff I can think of. Now I am going to try to go to bed early. Hopefully noone wakes me and I get a full 12 hours of sleep in one night . . . . yeah right.
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