It is finished...
I just turned in my last assignment for this week which means I am offically done for the week. FINALLY! It has been a rather harrowing week filled with trying to make it to the next task that needed to be completed. I know I know. I'm a big wuss and should shut up because at least next week isn't bad so I'm hushing now about how bad this week has been in the academic world. On to other things...
Mama was officially dubbed Ma Barker this week because apparently she doesn't have enough to do at work and took the time create some really cute signs for us that told us not to "quack" up and that it will all be over soon and sent Carrie, Sarah, Brandie and I the cutest little stuffed ducks for happies. The funny thing was she goofed and tried to give Sarah a pink one but she swapped with Brandie to the delight of both and all is well. Carrie's is yellow and is named Quiddler, Sarah's is green and called Little Darcy, and Brandie's is pink and called Duckins. I got a blue purpley one and I think Carrie and i decided on Dobby last night because apparently ducks should have a "d" name or two Ds in the name to make up for it not beginning with d.
We had our final Bukwyrms meeting of the year Monday night. We introduced Lauren, Amber, and Dana to Quiddler which was a lot of fun. We ate. We laughed. We took pictures (check out Brandies facebook). All in all I think it was a very good meeting.
I finally got home about a quarter to nine to find out that my parent have ripped out part of my bathroom and painted the ceiling which means that I can't sleep in my own bed tonight. So currently all the stuff I brought home to stay at home is sitting in my car because my room is covered in all the stuff to do the bathroom. Why is it that I can never come home to my room and be able to sleep in there? Invariably I come home and we have company or they're remodeling or haven't had time to put laundry away in two weeks (my room triples as a guest room and laundry room as well as storage room for mine and my brother's stuff). And my mom wonders why I never come home. I don't come home because A) I really do have a lot of stuff to do in Columbus and B) this really doesn't feel like home anymore to me. My room is no longer my room; its that place where most of my stuff is and where sometimes I get to sleep. My room is starting to feel more like "my" room at Grandmother's then where I lived for four years. I guess this is all part of the growing up process but this part sucks. I'm tired of being stuck in limbo. I technically live here but yet at the same time I feel like a guest in my own house. Its too weird. Well I think I've whined enough for one night. Well I guess that's about it. Hope everyone has a wonderful safe BREAK. Catch y'all later.
Mama was officially dubbed Ma Barker this week because apparently she doesn't have enough to do at work and took the time create some really cute signs for us that told us not to "quack" up and that it will all be over soon and sent Carrie, Sarah, Brandie and I the cutest little stuffed ducks for happies. The funny thing was she goofed and tried to give Sarah a pink one but she swapped with Brandie to the delight of both and all is well. Carrie's is yellow and is named Quiddler, Sarah's is green and called Little Darcy, and Brandie's is pink and called Duckins. I got a blue purpley one and I think Carrie and i decided on Dobby last night because apparently ducks should have a "d" name or two Ds in the name to make up for it not beginning with d.
We had our final Bukwyrms meeting of the year Monday night. We introduced Lauren, Amber, and Dana to Quiddler which was a lot of fun. We ate. We laughed. We took pictures (check out Brandies facebook). All in all I think it was a very good meeting.
I finally got home about a quarter to nine to find out that my parent have ripped out part of my bathroom and painted the ceiling which means that I can't sleep in my own bed tonight. So currently all the stuff I brought home to stay at home is sitting in my car because my room is covered in all the stuff to do the bathroom. Why is it that I can never come home to my room and be able to sleep in there? Invariably I come home and we have company or they're remodeling or haven't had time to put laundry away in two weeks (my room triples as a guest room and laundry room as well as storage room for mine and my brother's stuff). And my mom wonders why I never come home. I don't come home because A) I really do have a lot of stuff to do in Columbus and B) this really doesn't feel like home anymore to me. My room is no longer my room; its that place where most of my stuff is and where sometimes I get to sleep. My room is starting to feel more like "my" room at Grandmother's then where I lived for four years. I guess this is all part of the growing up process but this part sucks. I'm tired of being stuck in limbo. I technically live here but yet at the same time I feel like a guest in my own house. Its too weird. Well I think I've whined enough for one night. Well I guess that's about it. Hope everyone has a wonderful safe BREAK. Catch y'all later.