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helloooooo easter break! no classes (for me) until NEXT FRIDAY how beautiful is that?? yeesssss. because i have no classes tues/thurs as it is, and dr. brown has already cancelled chaucer on wednesday. wow. so friday is also the due date for my chaucer paper so guess who will be a very happy camper that evening? also it will be the night of senior gala (shit i must remember to rsvp for that but i wanted to find myself a "date" first so it's cheaper). and then the lovely sylviboo and kiwikiss56 will be here for the weekend! everything is flying by so fast and even though it terrifies me i am also really, really excited. i haven't exactly been happy with the prospect of moving home. for many reasons. don't get me wrong, i love my family. but i have not lived with them in over three years other than the occassional weekend or holiday. never anything that lasted more than a week, because i've always had my own place or at least somewhere else to stay. i'm just afraid that it's been the distance between us that has made our relationship so stable for once.
but, i am excited to be home and spend oodles of time with my sister who is growing up more every freaking day. plus i'm convincing my mom to let me redecorate my room, or at least paint it or something. the last thing i would've ever seen myself doing after college is moving home, but alas... here i go. not really looking forward to the lack of friends department, either. and even moreso the return of all the people from high school i thought i'd escaped from for eternity. sigh. but still i am excited for some reason? who knows, maybe i'll decide on grad school since as of now i really have no desire or passion or drive to enter the workforce. especially considering i haven't the slightest clue what i might actually enjoy doing.
anyways, so it's break and yesterday i woke up without the ability to rotate my neck at all? it's so unbelievably painful. i got a total of UNO hour of sleep last night because it was so god awful. i don't even know what to do with myself because every movement is painful. which is why yesterday i decided a powerhour was necessary, in hopes that being drunk would make some pain subside since advil was not doing the trick. but no, powerhour didn't work... it just made andrea, timmy, and i very very drunk and exhausted. i think i ought to attempt gathering up all my research for chaucer and my other assorted papers so i don't find myself in misery in the poconos without a library to scoot to for help.