Home is rejuvenated
I'm surprised and impressed.
The last time I was at home, you might remember I made a highly depressing and mellow entry about how it felt like the world was falling apart without me. Now, it seems as if they've pulled things together. When I showed up Tuesday morning at one-thirty-ish to a sleeping house, I found my lawn mown and my room cleaned. My room has not been clean, scientifically, since around 2005. Granted, I'm not sure where gazillions of once-valuable and sentimental objects have gone, but it's an amazing sensation. Same sensation I got from cleaning out my room in Collegetown, except twenty thousand times more powerful.
In other news, the mailbox is fixed, my mom's clinic is immense, and my sister's got a new computer to infect with viruses, since the old one is dead. I talked to her yesterday and watched Baccano! Seems like she's having a difficult time with her freshman year of high school. I just hope that it doesn't destroy her to the point that she can never get her act together again. One of the greatest defining characteristics of my eventual high school path was the influx of AE classes in my freshman year. Having easy A's was a major morale booster, and even the utter failure that was sophomore year couldn't stop this one's succeeding self-portrayal as one of comebacks and KOs.
I can use my desk that I got in middle school for the first time for my laptop and it is unbelievable. I'm choosing to hold off on wearing my preppy blue shirt/sweater combinationfor the time being, since I didn't bring that many clothes. Retro is the way to go on this. Wore my high school sweatshirt yesterday and hope to get some action in regarding 24: Redemption today.
Typing with capitalization and punctuation is wonderful! Wonderful, I say!
The last time I was at home, you might remember I made a highly depressing and mellow entry about how it felt like the world was falling apart without me. Now, it seems as if they've pulled things together. When I showed up Tuesday morning at one-thirty-ish to a sleeping house, I found my lawn mown and my room cleaned. My room has not been clean, scientifically, since around 2005. Granted, I'm not sure where gazillions of once-valuable and sentimental objects have gone, but it's an amazing sensation. Same sensation I got from cleaning out my room in Collegetown, except twenty thousand times more powerful.
In other news, the mailbox is fixed, my mom's clinic is immense, and my sister's got a new computer to infect with viruses, since the old one is dead. I talked to her yesterday and watched Baccano! Seems like she's having a difficult time with her freshman year of high school. I just hope that it doesn't destroy her to the point that she can never get her act together again. One of the greatest defining characteristics of my eventual high school path was the influx of AE classes in my freshman year. Having easy A's was a major morale booster, and even the utter failure that was sophomore year couldn't stop this one's succeeding self-portrayal as one of comebacks and KOs.
I can use my desk that I got in middle school for the first time for my laptop and it is unbelievable. I'm choosing to hold off on wearing my preppy blue shirt/sweater combinationfor the time being, since I didn't bring that many clothes. Retro is the way to go on this. Wore my high school sweatshirt yesterday and hope to get some action in regarding 24: Redemption today.
Typing with capitalization and punctuation is wonderful! Wonderful, I say!