Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
Today I was consistently depressed and I'm seeing if going to bed early will help. All I wanted to do all day was call about jobs and talk to my professors about jobs and look online for new jobs and look at apartments and buy plane tickets to check out jobs...sadly, it being Sunday, and between Christmas and New Year's no less, I was limited in resources. PS emphasis on job. I cannot. wait. to move out. of my parents' house.
Although that being said, they haven't been that bad the past several weeks and I commend them. We've gotten pretty good at reading each other and at taking turns with the dishes. But oh my gosh do I miss watching Adult Swim with 6 other people, listening to loud music until 2AM and walking around in my underwear eating cereal whenever I wish. My mom didn't find the "Jeff Goldblum is watching you poop" sign in the bathroom too funny. Also, my dad is just nuts. Nuts.
Look at me, all complain-y. You'd think I got coal for Christmas. Actually, I got a very nice, new computer desk which I've been needing for a couple years, many articles of clothing, a couple gift cards, and an electric organ. Haven't gone to pick up the organ yet (it's a relic in the basement of a family friends house), so I'm anticipating that right now. I also got a Spartan lawn chair and bottle opener, though none of which helped the Spartans win against Boston (damn). Oh well, I was very pleased to find out that Michael, my dad's friend's son who I am good friends with in that mentor/cool-uncle kind of way, is going to State. Now I have someone to vicariously re-live college through, *yay!* In all actuality, it will be nice keeping dibs on State with someone I once baby-sat. Do they still call it baby-sitting when only guys are involved? "Someone I once supervised?"
Lately my days have consisted of Doug Benson videos on YouTube, sleeping in til noon, gorging on leftover honey-baked ham, watching all of season 1 and 2 of 30 Rock on sidereel.com, lil' family getogethers, walks at Kensington, and drinking a ton of beer & wine. Also I have played much cribbage with my father while watching The History Channel or MSNBC. Yes, it's a roaring time we have, waging discussions of politics and history long into the night. Then we let the cats out and drift upstairs.
I need to get out of here.
Sing me to sleep, WOMC...
Although that being said, they haven't been that bad the past several weeks and I commend them. We've gotten pretty good at reading each other and at taking turns with the dishes. But oh my gosh do I miss watching Adult Swim with 6 other people, listening to loud music until 2AM and walking around in my underwear eating cereal whenever I wish. My mom didn't find the "Jeff Goldblum is watching you poop" sign in the bathroom too funny. Also, my dad is just nuts. Nuts.
Look at me, all complain-y. You'd think I got coal for Christmas. Actually, I got a very nice, new computer desk which I've been needing for a couple years, many articles of clothing, a couple gift cards, and an electric organ. Haven't gone to pick up the organ yet (it's a relic in the basement of a family friends house), so I'm anticipating that right now. I also got a Spartan lawn chair and bottle opener, though none of which helped the Spartans win against Boston (damn). Oh well, I was very pleased to find out that Michael, my dad's friend's son who I am good friends with in that mentor/cool-uncle kind of way, is going to State. Now I have someone to vicariously re-live college through, *yay!* In all actuality, it will be nice keeping dibs on State with someone I once baby-sat. Do they still call it baby-sitting when only guys are involved? "Someone I once supervised?"
Lately my days have consisted of Doug Benson videos on YouTube, sleeping in til noon, gorging on leftover honey-baked ham, watching all of season 1 and 2 of 30 Rock on sidereel.com, lil' family getogethers, walks at Kensington, and drinking a ton of beer & wine. Also I have played much cribbage with my father while watching The History Channel or MSNBC. Yes, it's a roaring time we have, waging discussions of politics and history long into the night. Then we let the cats out and drift upstairs.
I need to get out of here.
Sing me to sleep, WOMC...