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So I'm back. Back is an odd way of putting it, but I feel as though I was on vacation for a year and just returned and everything is as it should be.
Except, of course, I am more broke than I've ever been, which is forcing me to remain with my parents for a couple months until I get my finances in order. That should not take too long since I am living here for free. It's really weird because I feel like a guest. My bedroom is piled high with boxes and bags and things I don't know what to do with. I have to be quiet when I come home at 2 or 3 in the morning, which is so not what I'm used to. The other weird thing is that I have not shared a single meal with my parents in the nearly 3 weeks that I have been back. Nor have I seen them for more than an hour or two a day, at most.
Frankie is loving the stairs. He runs up and down them at high speeds all night long. He spends more time with my parents than me and doesn't follow me around the house anymore like he used to. I'm afraid I'm losing my cat to my parents. Not really, but I have seriously caught my dad talking to the cat on more than one occasion.
Work is just as I expected it to be. Nothing much has changed since I was an intern.
M.I.A. and The Cool Kids is this Saturday, then next Saturday I'm seeing Peter, Bjorn and John. I nearly forgot what it was like to have Saturdays off. It's like I have a normal social life again.
And, I shit you not. My horoscope in November's issue of Marie Claire said this:
"You tend to come across as a grammar-correcting fembot at work, but this month you won't be able to hide your warm, pumpkin-pie-craving side ... "
Except, of course, I am more broke than I've ever been, which is forcing me to remain with my parents for a couple months until I get my finances in order. That should not take too long since I am living here for free. It's really weird because I feel like a guest. My bedroom is piled high with boxes and bags and things I don't know what to do with. I have to be quiet when I come home at 2 or 3 in the morning, which is so not what I'm used to. The other weird thing is that I have not shared a single meal with my parents in the nearly 3 weeks that I have been back. Nor have I seen them for more than an hour or two a day, at most.
Frankie is loving the stairs. He runs up and down them at high speeds all night long. He spends more time with my parents than me and doesn't follow me around the house anymore like he used to. I'm afraid I'm losing my cat to my parents. Not really, but I have seriously caught my dad talking to the cat on more than one occasion.
Work is just as I expected it to be. Nothing much has changed since I was an intern.
M.I.A. and The Cool Kids is this Saturday, then next Saturday I'm seeing Peter, Bjorn and John. I nearly forgot what it was like to have Saturdays off. It's like I have a normal social life again.
And, I shit you not. My horoscope in November's issue of Marie Claire said this:
"You tend to come across as a grammar-correcting fembot at work, but this month you won't be able to hide your warm, pumpkin-pie-craving side ... "