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Home!!
Yay. My cat is super excited; he keeps walking in circles and purring and rubbing up against things in his happy little way. When I first went into my parents' room to greet him, he ran to the bed, jumped onto the bed, and then looked back at me and started meowing incessantly, as if to say, "WELL, get on the bed and PET me, dummy. We've got to make up for lost time."
And I did. And he is still as soft as ever.
My brother is here, too (for Mother's Day(?)), and he greeted me in his own special way as well; namely getting mad, as he often does. He asked if I wanted to go to 711 with him, which was nice, and I said no thanks, because I was tired and groggy and didn't need anything at 711, and he started lecturing me, which was not so nice, about how I need to stop playing mindgames and being thickheaded and being a bad sister and yadda yadda. I tried once again to explain to him that namecalling and yelling doesn't make people want to spend time with him, but of course, he didn't get it, and started making threats that he wouldn't talk to me anymore ever if I didn't go to the store with him. He always uses weird phrases to try and make it sound like he has some sort of heightened social awareness, too. He kept repeating, "Anna, you KNOW what you're doing," and "Don't pretend you can't see exactly what's going on here." I mean, really? "What's going on here" isn't all that complicated, unless I'm missing something. Maybe I am.
It's strange how I kind of forget that he exists while I'm in college, and then when I come home it's such a shock to the system, having to deal with him again. "Oh yeah, I have a brother, cool. Oh wait, he's annoying as fuck, dammit." But the way I figure it, if he acts like a 12-year-old with a bad attitude now, maybe when he's 32 he'll act like a 22-year-old with a bad attitude? That wouldn't be nearly as burdensome, I don't think.
I'm starting to have very mixed feelings about New York. It's so nice to be home, and I don't want to pack up all my things in two weeks and say good-bye to my friends and parents again. I hate good-byes; hello's are nice, but I'm not really sure they're nice enough to make the good-byes worth it. Ah well. Hopefully this internship will be a wonderful experience and all that jazz, and maybe I'll even make a friend or two.
Everybody hang out with me! Soon! Oh, and happy Mother's Day.
Yay. My cat is super excited; he keeps walking in circles and purring and rubbing up against things in his happy little way. When I first went into my parents' room to greet him, he ran to the bed, jumped onto the bed, and then looked back at me and started meowing incessantly, as if to say, "WELL, get on the bed and PET me, dummy. We've got to make up for lost time."
And I did. And he is still as soft as ever.
My brother is here, too (for Mother's Day(?)), and he greeted me in his own special way as well; namely getting mad, as he often does. He asked if I wanted to go to 711 with him, which was nice, and I said no thanks, because I was tired and groggy and didn't need anything at 711, and he started lecturing me, which was not so nice, about how I need to stop playing mindgames and being thickheaded and being a bad sister and yadda yadda. I tried once again to explain to him that namecalling and yelling doesn't make people want to spend time with him, but of course, he didn't get it, and started making threats that he wouldn't talk to me anymore ever if I didn't go to the store with him. He always uses weird phrases to try and make it sound like he has some sort of heightened social awareness, too. He kept repeating, "Anna, you KNOW what you're doing," and "Don't pretend you can't see exactly what's going on here." I mean, really? "What's going on here" isn't all that complicated, unless I'm missing something. Maybe I am.
It's strange how I kind of forget that he exists while I'm in college, and then when I come home it's such a shock to the system, having to deal with him again. "Oh yeah, I have a brother, cool. Oh wait, he's annoying as fuck, dammit." But the way I figure it, if he acts like a 12-year-old with a bad attitude now, maybe when he's 32 he'll act like a 22-year-old with a bad attitude? That wouldn't be nearly as burdensome, I don't think.
I'm starting to have very mixed feelings about New York. It's so nice to be home, and I don't want to pack up all my things in two weeks and say good-bye to my friends and parents again. I hate good-byes; hello's are nice, but I'm not really sure they're nice enough to make the good-byes worth it. Ah well. Hopefully this internship will be a wonderful experience and all that jazz, and maybe I'll even make a friend or two.
Everybody hang out with me! Soon! Oh, and happy Mother's Day.