And It's Alright, And It's Comin' On...
I honestly don't think I've ever been so bored in my entire life. It's bad. Really. I'm so bored I forgot to watch Real World. Anthony left today to go back home for the holidays and for a little vacation to Florida. While space is good and calming because I think we were starting to get sick of each other sometimes, it's definitely weird to not have him around. And it's only been a few hours. This is the second year in a row that I have been dating someone that I won't see on Christmas and/or New Year's Eve. Except last year I didn't even speak to Joey for all of December because he was home in Reno and didn't have a computer and his dog literally ate his phone (I thought it was a bullshit excuse too, until I saw the mangled phone with fang dents all over it). ANYWAY...I guess I'll just have to deal on my own - and take comfort in the fact that though Anthony may be in sunny, warm Florida for New Year's Eve, he'll be spending it with his grandmother because he's not old enough to go out with the rest of his family *evil cackle*. We spent our last hours together today having lunch at Longhorn's and then we went to Starbucks where I got the best Eggnog Latté I've ever had. I made him a few mix cd's for the drive to Boston and he was off. And I was alone. Chris left to go back to 'Opee for a few days til after Christmas, I guess. Normally when I lived on campus, I'd move out of the dorms and go back home for Winter break after my last day of classes, and then just commute to finals. But now I'm stuck in Amherst because I have to work tomorrow and Thursday, so I'm not going home til Thursday night. Thus, here I am in the apartment...alone...cold...scurred...Who knows what could happen to me here? I seriously just keep downloading music, checking Facebook over and over and over to see if anyone new happened to try to add me as a friend or leave me a message. At least I'm not eating like I usually do when I'm bored. Damn. I think I just jinxed myself.
My last final was this morning, in Marketing. Leah, Beth and Eric came over last night for some drinks and Sex & The City with me, Anthony and Chris, so I got no studying done. So I woke up early early this morning and tried to study, but then I realized I could probably just wing it. And I did. And it was easy. Thank God. I think Marketing and Writing will be my only A's this semester. I expect a B/B- in Abnormal Psych and C's in Finance and Management. I really thought I failed the Finance final, but I got a 70. So that made me happy. But then my happiness was soon squashed when I realized that my final grade for the class was .008 points away from a B-, so instead I got a C+. That's so annoying. And the Management final was a joke. Apparently I ended up failing with a 54, but apparently so did everyone else, so with the scale that 54 turned into something like a C+. Oh well. I really don't care. This was a bad, bad semester.
Speaking of the Management exam...it was held at 8am on Monday morning, during the mini-blizzard we experienced here in Western Mass - the mini-blizzard that every school in the Pioneer Valley cancelled classes for except for the Uni-fucking-versity of Massachusetts. What was up with that? Don't they know there are out-of-staters that go here who don't know how to drive in the snow? Because let me tell you, there were PLENTY of them on the roads that morning.
I'm desperately trying to force myself to get into the holiday spirit. I think it's because I'm not buying any presents for people. Not by choice. But because I am completely broke. Since I've been in college, my mother has been all about her buying presents for people and then I just write my name in the "TO: Family Memeber FROM: Adam" part. And then I would just use whatever money I had to get her something. This year is the same thing, except I don't really know what to get her. I got her so far one of those amazing blankets from the UMass store that's huge and soft and made of sweatshirt material. I want to keep it for myself. I could get her a gift certificate to somewhere, but that's tacky.
And to boot, I have NO IDEA what she's getting me. I really really really hope it's not just money. I HATE getting money for Christmas, because as much as I need it, when I get money I have no choice but to put it towards bills, rent, etc. - which is no fun at all, and it's not really a "present", it's a donation. And plus then you get nothing but an envelope to open up on Christmas morning. The thought of sitting by the tree on Saturday morning and having nothing but one money envelope with my name on it under the tree is making me break out into hives. ANYWAY - I don't think my mother will do that to me. BUT on the other hand, she hasn't asked me what I want for Christmas, and she's not into my life enough to just know what I'd want. A while back I did send her that quote I got from Apple.com on a new computer that I customized on their website, and I sent it to her and said "For Christmas...Get me this". But my parents are in no financial shape to be buying anyone a graphing calculator, nevermind a computer. Who knows. Time will tell. Anthony and I have decided (for now) to hold off on the Christmas gifts, I guess. I wanted to get him an iPod, but he refused to let me.
I don't know where to go from here. Maybe I'll download some porn or put my ear to our door and see if I can hear the goings-on of the apartment across the hall. Or maybe I'll find a piece of lint and roll it around between my fingers for about an hour or so. This is dreadful. I'm trying to convince Eric to come spend the night here and pretend to be one of my roommates.
Until next time, peace out...
My last final was this morning, in Marketing. Leah, Beth and Eric came over last night for some drinks and Sex & The City with me, Anthony and Chris, so I got no studying done. So I woke up early early this morning and tried to study, but then I realized I could probably just wing it. And I did. And it was easy. Thank God. I think Marketing and Writing will be my only A's this semester. I expect a B/B- in Abnormal Psych and C's in Finance and Management. I really thought I failed the Finance final, but I got a 70. So that made me happy. But then my happiness was soon squashed when I realized that my final grade for the class was .008 points away from a B-, so instead I got a C+. That's so annoying. And the Management final was a joke. Apparently I ended up failing with a 54, but apparently so did everyone else, so with the scale that 54 turned into something like a C+. Oh well. I really don't care. This was a bad, bad semester.
Speaking of the Management exam...it was held at 8am on Monday morning, during the mini-blizzard we experienced here in Western Mass - the mini-blizzard that every school in the Pioneer Valley cancelled classes for except for the Uni-fucking-versity of Massachusetts. What was up with that? Don't they know there are out-of-staters that go here who don't know how to drive in the snow? Because let me tell you, there were PLENTY of them on the roads that morning.
I'm desperately trying to force myself to get into the holiday spirit. I think it's because I'm not buying any presents for people. Not by choice. But because I am completely broke. Since I've been in college, my mother has been all about her buying presents for people and then I just write my name in the "TO: Family Memeber FROM: Adam" part. And then I would just use whatever money I had to get her something. This year is the same thing, except I don't really know what to get her. I got her so far one of those amazing blankets from the UMass store that's huge and soft and made of sweatshirt material. I want to keep it for myself. I could get her a gift certificate to somewhere, but that's tacky.
And to boot, I have NO IDEA what she's getting me. I really really really hope it's not just money. I HATE getting money for Christmas, because as much as I need it, when I get money I have no choice but to put it towards bills, rent, etc. - which is no fun at all, and it's not really a "present", it's a donation. And plus then you get nothing but an envelope to open up on Christmas morning. The thought of sitting by the tree on Saturday morning and having nothing but one money envelope with my name on it under the tree is making me break out into hives. ANYWAY - I don't think my mother will do that to me. BUT on the other hand, she hasn't asked me what I want for Christmas, and she's not into my life enough to just know what I'd want. A while back I did send her that quote I got from Apple.com on a new computer that I customized on their website, and I sent it to her and said "For Christmas...Get me this". But my parents are in no financial shape to be buying anyone a graphing calculator, nevermind a computer. Who knows. Time will tell. Anthony and I have decided (for now) to hold off on the Christmas gifts, I guess. I wanted to get him an iPod, but he refused to let me.
I don't know where to go from here. Maybe I'll download some porn or put my ear to our door and see if I can hear the goings-on of the apartment across the hall. Or maybe I'll find a piece of lint and roll it around between my fingers for about an hour or so. This is dreadful. I'm trying to convince Eric to come spend the night here and pretend to be one of my roommates.
Until next time, peace out...