Why do I do this?
The week of vacation devoted to gluttony and celebration of evil white men ended up pretty damned relaxing. I didn't hear the ungodly squawk of a fucking cockatoo (it will die... oh yes, it will), nor did I hear the raspy cackle of the girlie's mother. I did however find myself enjoying the time off instead of doing my homework like a good boy should. We went hunting once again, saw Harry Potter IV(safe to say I was somewhat disappointed), saw Jarhead (safe to say I was pleasantly surprised... except for seeing multiple scenes involving Jake Gyllenhall's naked asscheeks... yes ladies and gentlemen, if you are into that kinda thing, by all means, see it), and managed to watch a Black Adder marathon in addition to bawling my eyes out during "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind."
On Thanksgiving, I made a pretty damned good asparagus casserole (one of my family favorites) for the first time all by myself, ate A PLATE of food and wanted to die. Also, I smoked Apple-flavored tobacco from a hooka with Amanda's Dad and Moudy, who supplied the hooka and the tobacco (he's from Egypt, and a rather cool guy). Finally, I enjoyed the post-Thanksgiving snow rather immensely, as did our black child Sammyboy. I think it was his first experience with it, and he got all riled up.
now, I'm back, and wanting the end of the semester to come. I'm actually looking forward to next semester, when I'm taking more classes than ever. That's how much I hate the premise of an English degree.
On Thanksgiving, I made a pretty damned good asparagus casserole (one of my family favorites) for the first time all by myself, ate A PLATE of food and wanted to die. Also, I smoked Apple-flavored tobacco from a hooka with Amanda's Dad and Moudy, who supplied the hooka and the tobacco (he's from Egypt, and a rather cool guy). Finally, I enjoyed the post-Thanksgiving snow rather immensely, as did our black child Sammyboy. I think it was his first experience with it, and he got all riled up.
now, I'm back, and wanting the end of the semester to come. I'm actually looking forward to next semester, when I'm taking more classes than ever. That's how much I hate the premise of an English degree.