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There's a lot of shit I have to do that I don't want to do. The difference between me two years ago and me now is that I've done most of that.
I didn't want to come back to Baltimore at all really, I was hoping my mom would come here but it was practically impossible and would have cost her a lot of money unless there was a way I could get her a room for free. Oddly enough, I actually did get a room for her but you know, this presented itself 5 days before I was scheduled to leave. Timing is everything. Even with everything coming to a head in the last four or five days, I had enough on my plate where I didn't want to walk away from everything in Vancouver. From getting my exercise/morning/weekly/study routine disrupted, inability to buy my next semesters books early as I like to, missing a chance to hang out with John/Annie/Tiffy at AE, the personal issues I left just hanging as if they were a dangling participle in the relationships of my life, not to mention the fact that I'll have two new roommates this year. I hope they don't think the Corona in there is a house welcoming present.
Frankly I'm walking back into a quagmire of things. I'm only here because I know my mother would kill me if I told her I wasn't coming home; she's done so much for me that until I graduate I still feel obligated to accede to her wishes in these things. Yet it's some of the things a left here - a more than shaky relationship with my father's side of the family, a mother's side that frankly makes me angrier than.. let's just say they make me angry. I have no car (so I'm stuck nowhere), no cell here, and friends who have jobs.
The whole meanwhile I have that huge dangling participle over my head just ready and waiting to drop; I know it's going to drop and it's going to drop hard. Whoever walks out from that we'll find out, but Sunday was a really good day that took a large amount of the edge off, and the past three days have dulled it slightly as well. If I didn't double check and find that my flight was at 8:30am and not 11:30 as I originally thought I might have had this taken care of.
Andrew's party was a mashup. I don't remember what I did for a large majority of it but I know some included delicious fruits, there was monopoly involved, shochu, me drinking someone else's beer and shochu for them, and screaming. I woke up at 11:30 (with a 12:30 meeting downtown) and a sore voice, missed calls, with a side of the worst hangover I've had in a looong time. I wish I had puked.
Korean food and beaches are good for what ales you.
I didn't want to come back to Baltimore at all really, I was hoping my mom would come here but it was practically impossible and would have cost her a lot of money unless there was a way I could get her a room for free. Oddly enough, I actually did get a room for her but you know, this presented itself 5 days before I was scheduled to leave. Timing is everything. Even with everything coming to a head in the last four or five days, I had enough on my plate where I didn't want to walk away from everything in Vancouver. From getting my exercise/morning/weekly/study routine disrupted, inability to buy my next semesters books early as I like to, missing a chance to hang out with John/Annie/Tiffy at AE, the personal issues I left just hanging as if they were a dangling participle in the relationships of my life, not to mention the fact that I'll have two new roommates this year. I hope they don't think the Corona in there is a house welcoming present.
Frankly I'm walking back into a quagmire of things. I'm only here because I know my mother would kill me if I told her I wasn't coming home; she's done so much for me that until I graduate I still feel obligated to accede to her wishes in these things. Yet it's some of the things a left here - a more than shaky relationship with my father's side of the family, a mother's side that frankly makes me angrier than.. let's just say they make me angry. I have no car (so I'm stuck nowhere), no cell here, and friends who have jobs.
The whole meanwhile I have that huge dangling participle over my head just ready and waiting to drop; I know it's going to drop and it's going to drop hard. Whoever walks out from that we'll find out, but Sunday was a really good day that took a large amount of the edge off, and the past three days have dulled it slightly as well. If I didn't double check and find that my flight was at 8:30am and not 11:30 as I originally thought I might have had this taken care of.
Andrew's party was a mashup. I don't remember what I did for a large majority of it but I know some included delicious fruits, there was monopoly involved, shochu, me drinking someone else's beer and shochu for them, and screaming. I woke up at 11:30 (with a 12:30 meeting downtown) and a sore voice, missed calls, with a side of the worst hangover I've had in a looong time. I wish I had puked.
Korean food and beaches are good for what ales you.