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being home is strange. a bit different than usual. rather than running around and seeing how many of my friends i can see and for how long, i do a lot of reading for classes and talking to lauren. I still see random friends, but it's less of a time crunching obsession and more of something that just happens. being home now is a lot like being at school, only i get to sleep in every morning, and i play with a huge and crazy puppy when i want to. right now she (the puppy in question) is staring me down while I eat some pizza. I gave her some crust so she's not completely left out.
tomorrow is for more reading, some researching perhaps, then comes thanksgiving at my aunt and uncle's house with collected members of family. and then I get to spend the weekend with loie in celebration of her turning 20, which she does on monday. that'll be beautiful, we'll just laze around and eat and watch tv and cuddle and laugh at random stuff and do random stuff. I will be thoroughly unwound when I make it back for the final few weeks of school. plus ill have a car. a shitty car, but still a car. that's exciting.
tomorrow is for more reading, some researching perhaps, then comes thanksgiving at my aunt and uncle's house with collected members of family. and then I get to spend the weekend with loie in celebration of her turning 20, which she does on monday. that'll be beautiful, we'll just laze around and eat and watch tv and cuddle and laugh at random stuff and do random stuff. I will be thoroughly unwound when I make it back for the final few weeks of school. plus ill have a car. a shitty car, but still a car. that's exciting.