Oh Christmas. The weirdest time of year for me because there's just so much family and so much suburbs. I am currently sitting in my father's living room drinking copious amounts of coffee, breathing in the second hand smoke from my father and step-mother's ciggarettes, and watching the soccer mom's section of the Today show.
Since my mother moved to Colorado, coming home to my dad's house is just... awkward. There's no place for me here. Each of the other kids has their own room in the house, but I'm the one that didn't grow up here. I am the odd one who came to MD and stayed at my mom's house which (while I hate everything about the Kentlands and Lakelands) was home. So here... I constantly feel like I'm imposing in some way. This isn't my home. This is my dad's house. Oh well. There's cable and internet, what else do I really need? Seriously.
In other news, I AM SO HAPPY THAT IT'S WINTER BREAK. I feel like I haven't been able to catch up this year. I am completely planned, but have no real clue how to stay on top of everything I've planned. It's very frustrating. It's like running on a tredmill. I keep going and going and going but really i'm in the same damn spot I was yesterday only now I'm exhausted. (Side note: I changed stations, and now I'm watching Love Actually. I love Alan Rickman.) Basically I really need these ten days off.
Sunnier topics... I've been running around the past month with fun social events as well. Post-Thanksgiving Potluck was a lot of fun. Though we played Apples to Apples with lots of people, which did not work out so well. Mad River Happy Hour was a lot of crazy dancing, cheap liquor, and general debauchery. Jess' play was fantastic. Delivering Operation Santa presents was heartwarming, and not the least bit scary :) (gotta love nicetown).
I'm a bit doofy over a new boy, but you know i get like that sometimes. It's good and grown up and I'm playing it cool, calm, collected... or so I'd like to think. (And that's all of the gossip you'll be allowed to get from me on that.)
My laptop is about to die, and so I am going to go.
More another time my loves.
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