I hate typing without having music on
So I'm at my parent's house now. I had a pretty good trip home, had some good music and sang until I nearly went hoarse. Then I got home and it is less pleasant. I don't really get along too well with my family, and I'm not sure why. I have much less patience with them than I do with anyone else, and we end up in fights a lot. They don't really help the situation either, but thats another story. I've been better lately, but I still really get upset dealing with them. Anyway, I don't know what the crap I'm going to be doing here for however long I have to stay, but I can't imagine it will be fun. I imagine lots of it will be spent sequestered away somewhere with a book. I found my copy of Cicero's Pro Caelio, which I might take a look at. It's pretty difficult latin, and as a result I never really took the time to translate any of it. More likely I'll read some crappy sci-fi paperback and call it good. In a few days I'll have some kitten pictures to post. I didnt get to see them tonight, because they were asleep when I got home. But I get to play with them tomorrow. In the meantime I will try to stay up long enough to catch the rerun of family guy or whatever decent cartoon is on adult swim tonight. I'd do more poetry, but I left my latin dictionary at home, and my english poetry is pretty atrocious. Now my english is sounding a lot more like latin. I use way too many dependent clauses and nominative absolutes. It makes for sentences that look like they came out of Paradise Lost. I'll blog some more while I'm down here, I know I wont have too much else to do.