Home for Thanksgiving woooo
Lynn bought the kids a $20 rip off Wii from Walgreen and they misspelled the word "hazard" as "hazrads" when it came to golf balls flying into the water. I laughed until I cried and mentioned that they should have had an intern QC that shit.
I need to get back into blogging, for real. I'm missing out somehow, if only on myself.
Jake's moving into my room on Sunday and I won't fly back to Boston until Monday night. For once, he'll pick me up at Logan. It's a strange role-reversal thing. I'm really, really excited about it (him living there, not role reversal).
I got my eyebrow pierced about a week ago and everybody but dad (who has mentioned more than enough times since I've been here that I should "take that pin out of [my] head") thinks it's lovely and fine and wondered if I had had it before and they just hadn't seen it. My boss hasn't seen it, I'll probably take it out of of sheer fear before I see her Tuesday.
I'm reading Twilight before I see the movie. I'm about 190 pages in, and my assessment: It's a YA novel. This chick can't stop oozing over Edward. It reminds me of the author of Vampire D's insatiable love for his own character (D). I don't think I'm at all interested in reading fiction anymore.
I bought a 37" tv and Jake's bringing a PS3 with him when he moves in love.
I stopped believing in God and I think it may correspond with the lack of science and learning present in my life recently. I promised myself that I'll go back to school for a Master's in 2 years.
I started going climbing at MetroRock and hope it's something I keep up because it really seems like the coolest sport in the world. Anything you can do that involves fighting gravity is pretty neat (though select muscles in my arms are still sore from Tuesday's class).
Last night I dreamt that my father and some Asian fellow were stealing my blood from different parts of my body using tubes as skinny and invisible as strings. I couldn't feel them deep into me and when I did I had to pull them out for a while. Kind of makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me. : )
I need to get back into blogging, for real. I'm missing out somehow, if only on myself.
Jake's moving into my room on Sunday and I won't fly back to Boston until Monday night. For once, he'll pick me up at Logan. It's a strange role-reversal thing. I'm really, really excited about it (him living there, not role reversal).
I got my eyebrow pierced about a week ago and everybody but dad (who has mentioned more than enough times since I've been here that I should "take that pin out of [my] head") thinks it's lovely and fine and wondered if I had had it before and they just hadn't seen it. My boss hasn't seen it, I'll probably take it out of of sheer fear before I see her Tuesday.
I'm reading Twilight before I see the movie. I'm about 190 pages in, and my assessment: It's a YA novel. This chick can't stop oozing over Edward. It reminds me of the author of Vampire D's insatiable love for his own character (D). I don't think I'm at all interested in reading fiction anymore.
I bought a 37" tv and Jake's bringing a PS3 with him when he moves in love.
I stopped believing in God and I think it may correspond with the lack of science and learning present in my life recently. I promised myself that I'll go back to school for a Master's in 2 years.
I started going climbing at MetroRock and hope it's something I keep up because it really seems like the coolest sport in the world. Anything you can do that involves fighting gravity is pretty neat (though select muscles in my arms are still sore from Tuesday's class).
Last night I dreamt that my father and some Asian fellow were stealing my blood from different parts of my body using tubes as skinny and invisible as strings. I couldn't feel them deep into me and when I did I had to pull them out for a while. Kind of makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me. : )