Pity the fool!
So it's winter break, finally. The last week was crazy. So much due, so little time. I kind of screwed myself by taking so many classes this semester, but I got everything done in the end. I know I have an A in American Art, but everywhere else is kind of a mystery. I got a 21/25 on my Survey of Styles final, which I thought was pretty good until I figured out that it would only amount to an 84%. So that's kind of disappointing, but still not terrible. I'll probably end up with a mixed bag of As and Bs, which should make me happy but doesn't. Last semester I had all As. That's pretty much the standard I hold myself to. Next semester I need to buckle down a little more. Not to mention develop some time management skills. They would help immensely.
I feel like I'm getting dumber. I need to make time to read more.
Anyway. Christmas is in one week, and I have exactly zero gifts in my possession. Adam's and Cassie's are one the way, but otherwise everything is either a) a project in my head that has yet to started, or b) not even decided yet. And because I am very, very stupid, I set myself up to work four days this week - two at Michael's and two at the Chestnut House. On Monday I'm going to visit my parents and have dinner at Passage to India with Adam. So the only days I have completely free to craft presents between now and Christmas are this Sunday and Wednesday. And I fucking work on Christmas eve! Now, I'm no authority on these things, being a non-Christian and all, but I'm pretty sure that makes the baby Jesus cry. For reals, yo.
Christmas is basically pissing me off this year.
There was a party last night and another one tonight and I didn't go to either. I've been tired and now I'm crampy and just feeling generally unsociable. And not really like drinking, which is unfortunately the crux of 99.9% of our gatherings. I mean, yes, I enjoy getting drunk sometimes. But I do with that people could get together sometimes and NOT be intoxicated, you know? Because I go through phases where I just don't feel like drinking, and being the only sober person at a party full of drunk people isn't really that much fun. Also, it kind of leads to parties being the only place I see people. Which sucks. Especially when it's people like Cassie, who I heart like crazy and love hanging out with but lately only see when we're getting drunk with 20 other people. Which is fun and all, but hanging out together doing other, non-drunk things is also fun and does more to cement a friendship, I think. If that makes any sense. Which it night not.
I made chocolate chocolate chip cookies yesterday and samosas tonight. Both were delicious. I enjoyed having them in my mouth. Especially when two of the cookies got some vanilla Tofutti stuck between them. So good. I was talking to Eric at work today and he asked me how I could possibly eat badly as a vegan. I laughed and laughed. Clearly he's never eaten at my house.
My Mr. T bobblehead is staring at me. Freaky.
I feel like I'm getting dumber. I need to make time to read more.
Anyway. Christmas is in one week, and I have exactly zero gifts in my possession. Adam's and Cassie's are one the way, but otherwise everything is either a) a project in my head that has yet to started, or b) not even decided yet. And because I am very, very stupid, I set myself up to work four days this week - two at Michael's and two at the Chestnut House. On Monday I'm going to visit my parents and have dinner at Passage to India with Adam. So the only days I have completely free to craft presents between now and Christmas are this Sunday and Wednesday. And I fucking work on Christmas eve! Now, I'm no authority on these things, being a non-Christian and all, but I'm pretty sure that makes the baby Jesus cry. For reals, yo.
Christmas is basically pissing me off this year.
There was a party last night and another one tonight and I didn't go to either. I've been tired and now I'm crampy and just feeling generally unsociable. And not really like drinking, which is unfortunately the crux of 99.9% of our gatherings. I mean, yes, I enjoy getting drunk sometimes. But I do with that people could get together sometimes and NOT be intoxicated, you know? Because I go through phases where I just don't feel like drinking, and being the only sober person at a party full of drunk people isn't really that much fun. Also, it kind of leads to parties being the only place I see people. Which sucks. Especially when it's people like Cassie, who I heart like crazy and love hanging out with but lately only see when we're getting drunk with 20 other people. Which is fun and all, but hanging out together doing other, non-drunk things is also fun and does more to cement a friendship, I think. If that makes any sense. Which it night not.
I made chocolate chocolate chip cookies yesterday and samosas tonight. Both were delicious. I enjoyed having them in my mouth. Especially when two of the cookies got some vanilla Tofutti stuck between them. So good. I was talking to Eric at work today and he asked me how I could possibly eat badly as a vegan. I laughed and laughed. Clearly he's never eaten at my house.
My Mr. T bobblehead is staring at me. Freaky.