You want it..
By "it" I mean an update, of course. I know you are all patiently waiting for an update because you all want to know how my Thanksgiving was. So here it is.
As you know my semester has been rather boring. This did not change over the course of our one week break. I have decided that it is not my semester that is boring. No, it is me. I am rather boring. This is what 'being 80' does to you.
So, for starters I had all of these phenomenal plans to get work done during our break. Uh-huh, I knew I was full of shit. I think I actually wrote an entry about it already. The fact of the matter is, when I go home I remember what is important: getting laid. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I was being utterly sarcastic. What is important is NOT homework, exams, and papers. Novels, projects and quizzes. It is family, friends and my boyfriend. It is when I go home that these things are inescapable. They are there and are way more important than school ever will be. Why school somehow transforms me into thinking differently I have not yet pinpointed. Its not that I think differently, I suppose, its more that I am able to be more focused because I am removed from the important people in my life. Which really, its sad. I'd hate to see what would happen if I moved out of state. I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Anyway, the point was I really got nothing done. I got a little done. But really... nothing. Which is fine. I was prepared to come back and work my ass off. I am still.. sortve .. prepared. I will be until next week anyhow.
So.. anyway. I spent a lot of time with Ian over break. It was great being able to see him everyday for a week. It was also a little weird. And I think it took us the entire week to adjust to each other again. Just in time to come back! GREAT!... but it was still wonderful and I miss him already. Go figure, I always miss him. Thats what my life is about. But Ian so kindly pointed out to me that we have become 80. Actually, I think the line of progression was Logan pointed it out to Ian, Ian pointed it out to me, and now I am pointing it out to all of you. We are 80. We are too tired to party, too lazy to go anywhere, too in love to hang out with other people (sometimes).. we just sit around watching TV. The good news is I am updating the movie database in my head, and spending time with the best boyfriend ever to exist on the face of this earth. The bad news.. geez, I'm 80. But I wouldn't change it for the world.
Some more bad news... totally neglected my family again. And despite my dad's laments toward my sleepover parties.. I still stayed over at Ian's a lot. He'll just have to get over it I guess. This is where that whole conflicting child/adulthood thing comes in I suppose. I hope I didn't upset him,... but I feel totally guilty for not spending much time with him.
And to top it off, just as Dawn and I were leaving to come back, my check battery light came on in my car. So.. long story short, my Dad had to drive us back to Champaign... so now I feel like I gave the impression that he's only useful when I need something.. which is totally untrue. But.. I'm sure he understands as he's said before that he did. I just feel guilty. I'm a guilty person.. an 80 year old guilty person.
The good news is this weekend Ian has his work christmas party, which my dad and his mom will be attending (long story, details given upon request) so I will get to spend time with Ian AND my Dad on Saturday night. Perhaps that will compensate a little. The bad news: I have approximately 3 days to find a fucking dress. Anyone have a black dress I can borrow??? Remember, I'm fat, so your dress has to be ready-equipped for flab..
Dawn and I are going shopping tomorrow, amidst the massive amount of crap I have to do for Thursday and Friday and next week and eternity... so maybe I'll find something then. If not... oh well I guess.
The good news is also that I get to take the bus home friday, which will allow me some time to do homework on the bus. Not much though, because its getting dark at 1pm, now.
Speaking of annoying, those fuckers downstairs want to die. I'm serious.. every night they think its a freakin party. Music=loud, voices=loud, Tami=angry. Its so rude. C'mon, we live in a small building equipped for 80 year olds, be considerate of your elderly neighbors...
Anyway I guess I didn't talk much about thanksgiving. But you didn't really care anyway.
As you know my semester has been rather boring. This did not change over the course of our one week break. I have decided that it is not my semester that is boring. No, it is me. I am rather boring. This is what 'being 80' does to you.
So, for starters I had all of these phenomenal plans to get work done during our break. Uh-huh, I knew I was full of shit. I think I actually wrote an entry about it already. The fact of the matter is, when I go home I remember what is important: getting laid. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I was being utterly sarcastic. What is important is NOT homework, exams, and papers. Novels, projects and quizzes. It is family, friends and my boyfriend. It is when I go home that these things are inescapable. They are there and are way more important than school ever will be. Why school somehow transforms me into thinking differently I have not yet pinpointed. Its not that I think differently, I suppose, its more that I am able to be more focused because I am removed from the important people in my life. Which really, its sad. I'd hate to see what would happen if I moved out of state. I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Anyway, the point was I really got nothing done. I got a little done. But really... nothing. Which is fine. I was prepared to come back and work my ass off. I am still.. sortve .. prepared. I will be until next week anyhow.
So.. anyway. I spent a lot of time with Ian over break. It was great being able to see him everyday for a week. It was also a little weird. And I think it took us the entire week to adjust to each other again. Just in time to come back! GREAT!... but it was still wonderful and I miss him already. Go figure, I always miss him. Thats what my life is about. But Ian so kindly pointed out to me that we have become 80. Actually, I think the line of progression was Logan pointed it out to Ian, Ian pointed it out to me, and now I am pointing it out to all of you. We are 80. We are too tired to party, too lazy to go anywhere, too in love to hang out with other people (sometimes).. we just sit around watching TV. The good news is I am updating the movie database in my head, and spending time with the best boyfriend ever to exist on the face of this earth. The bad news.. geez, I'm 80. But I wouldn't change it for the world.
Some more bad news... totally neglected my family again. And despite my dad's laments toward my sleepover parties.. I still stayed over at Ian's a lot. He'll just have to get over it I guess. This is where that whole conflicting child/adulthood thing comes in I suppose. I hope I didn't upset him,... but I feel totally guilty for not spending much time with him.
And to top it off, just as Dawn and I were leaving to come back, my check battery light came on in my car. So.. long story short, my Dad had to drive us back to Champaign... so now I feel like I gave the impression that he's only useful when I need something.. which is totally untrue. But.. I'm sure he understands as he's said before that he did. I just feel guilty. I'm a guilty person.. an 80 year old guilty person.
The good news is this weekend Ian has his work christmas party, which my dad and his mom will be attending (long story, details given upon request) so I will get to spend time with Ian AND my Dad on Saturday night. Perhaps that will compensate a little. The bad news: I have approximately 3 days to find a fucking dress. Anyone have a black dress I can borrow??? Remember, I'm fat, so your dress has to be ready-equipped for flab..
Dawn and I are going shopping tomorrow, amidst the massive amount of crap I have to do for Thursday and Friday and next week and eternity... so maybe I'll find something then. If not... oh well I guess.
The good news is also that I get to take the bus home friday, which will allow me some time to do homework on the bus. Not much though, because its getting dark at 1pm, now.
Speaking of annoying, those fuckers downstairs want to die. I'm serious.. every night they think its a freakin party. Music=loud, voices=loud, Tami=angry. Its so rude. C'mon, we live in a small building equipped for 80 year olds, be considerate of your elderly neighbors...
Anyway I guess I didn't talk much about thanksgiving. But you didn't really care anyway.