I'm getting pretty sick of learning
I can announce the cessation of all ground operations in the quelling of the rebellion in my lower intestinal tract. And...I think we'll stop that analogy right there. I'm all better, anyway. And another happy note, I got a really good night's sleep last night; I went to bed around 10:30 and didn't wake up until around noon. No, that's not typical, but I haven't slept that long since I got my kittens this past June (they're worth it, but hey, it's their fault I don't sleep well), and the opportunity for a long unbroken sleep was one of the big reasons I had hope for this trip. So yay, sleep.
However; I think one of the big reasons I did get to sleep so long is as simple as my parents weren't here. And I expected them to be gone all day, at least until the evening. They left at around six this morning to go three hours north, to their 'camp' (really a small second house in the north of NH...my dad likes to snowmobile and there's miles of trails up there) to do maintenance like snowblowing the driveway. Snowdrifts get five feet deep up there, I guess.
At any rate, knowing that they wouldn't be here and that my brother was in New York, I got to sleep and relax somewhat. And then, as I was wandering relaxed-ly towards the shower around 2, my parents got home. So that means they drove three hours, spent two hours somewhere, then drove three hours back home, because I was here. That makes that two hours I was alone the longest period of time I've had alone and fully to myself since I got here over a week ago. See, I'm used to having something like five hours a day alone in my apartment, barring people I actually want to spend time with inviting me to parties or coming over or whatnot (something that's been happening a lot more lately, granted). Even if I do go to a couple of parties and dinners and such during the week, though, I do get a good deal of unbroken alone time sometime during the average week. And I apparently need that to a degree. And I apparently get really cranky if I don't get that (at least when I want it), resulting in my spending a good portion of today telling my mom that the inane quesions she was asking me were, in fact, inane. Which changed nothing for her; she kept asking those questions. This shows that my learning from yesterday, that my parents are getting better at driving me crazy, is actually completely their fault. Mostly mom's fault, to be fair. Hell, she whined about me watching the History Channel and when I gave her the remote she put on I Love The 80s. She might actually be doing it on purpose. Which leads back to today's title, I'm getting sick of learning this crap, because it's not fun.
And next new years I'm spending somewhere I have a good chance of actually getting a kiss, goddamit. From a non-family member, someone I actually want to get a kiss from.
Hey, no poop stories today! There's my silver lining. :)
However; I think one of the big reasons I did get to sleep so long is as simple as my parents weren't here. And I expected them to be gone all day, at least until the evening. They left at around six this morning to go three hours north, to their 'camp' (really a small second house in the north of NH...my dad likes to snowmobile and there's miles of trails up there) to do maintenance like snowblowing the driveway. Snowdrifts get five feet deep up there, I guess.
At any rate, knowing that they wouldn't be here and that my brother was in New York, I got to sleep and relax somewhat. And then, as I was wandering relaxed-ly towards the shower around 2, my parents got home. So that means they drove three hours, spent two hours somewhere, then drove three hours back home, because I was here. That makes that two hours I was alone the longest period of time I've had alone and fully to myself since I got here over a week ago. See, I'm used to having something like five hours a day alone in my apartment, barring people I actually want to spend time with inviting me to parties or coming over or whatnot (something that's been happening a lot more lately, granted). Even if I do go to a couple of parties and dinners and such during the week, though, I do get a good deal of unbroken alone time sometime during the average week. And I apparently need that to a degree. And I apparently get really cranky if I don't get that (at least when I want it), resulting in my spending a good portion of today telling my mom that the inane quesions she was asking me were, in fact, inane. Which changed nothing for her; she kept asking those questions. This shows that my learning from yesterday, that my parents are getting better at driving me crazy, is actually completely their fault. Mostly mom's fault, to be fair. Hell, she whined about me watching the History Channel and when I gave her the remote she put on I Love The 80s. She might actually be doing it on purpose. Which leads back to today's title, I'm getting sick of learning this crap, because it's not fun.
And next new years I'm spending somewhere I have a good chance of actually getting a kiss, goddamit. From a non-family member, someone I actually want to get a kiss from.
Hey, no poop stories today! There's my silver lining. :)