Ugh
A couple months ago I thought it'd be fun to go home for two weeks at Christmas. I booked a flight, took time off work, made arrangements with my family. Now I'm regretting the decision because I'm remembering how bored I get going home for just one week. There are only two people I see anymore, and we never find anything to do. And the few things I actually WANT to do when I go home no one else wants to do, and since I never have a car I miss out. For instance, last summer the only thing I wanted to do was go to the beach and for whatever reason NOT ONE PERSON had any interest in going. My mom (who hates bathing suits and sand) felt bad and eventually offered to go with me, which was pretty cool of her, because she really doesn't like the beach. But this year I refuse to waste my time, because I didn't give up two weeks of income to fly 2,000 miles and sit on my ass. I have a list of things I plan to do, have every intention of completing said list. Fortunately two of my roomies for next year are from the area and will be in town, so perhaps we can plan excersions about the Bay. Thusfar my list includes:
1. SCUBA lessons.
2. Boarding in Tahoe.
3. The Saddlerack.
4. Karaoke.
5. See a show.
I'll probably do it all with my brother, since he's the only one I know who actually enjoys leaving the couch. Blah. I'm in negative Nancy mode. I need to go to bed.
1. SCUBA lessons.
2. Boarding in Tahoe.
3. The Saddlerack.
4. Karaoke.
5. See a show.
I'll probably do it all with my brother, since he's the only one I know who actually enjoys leaving the couch. Blah. I'm in negative Nancy mode. I need to go to bed.