get me away from here, I'm dying
First wave of the familial invasion starts tommorrow, instead of Tuesday, so the house can be classified as a massive mess. Instead of being productive, I sat in my room and wrote a horrible paper on "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and read more T.S. Eliot than was probably healthy.
My goal for the next week is to be out of the house as much as possible, and when not outside the house to stay in my room, playing music and reading books that my family would probably not approve of (i.e. anything that is not about thermocouples or sub-zero vapourization or something). I think that there are only so many times that one can answer the question "Where are you going to college?" without going spare. I had hoped to simply record my reply on a tape so that instead of talking I could press play and wander away instead of holding conversations, but my mother was not supportive, and as a consequence I can't find recording devices of any sort.
The other thing that I will be asked with frequency is how my love life is going, while the rest of the family waits with baited breath in the wings to hear my response and then dissect it. On this front, I am resolved to tell everyone that I am becoming a nun. At this point, their innate dislike of most things Catholic will kick in and I will be left alone for the remainder of their visit.
Word of the Day: neurotic
My goal for the next week is to be out of the house as much as possible, and when not outside the house to stay in my room, playing music and reading books that my family would probably not approve of (i.e. anything that is not about thermocouples or sub-zero vapourization or something). I think that there are only so many times that one can answer the question "Where are you going to college?" without going spare. I had hoped to simply record my reply on a tape so that instead of talking I could press play and wander away instead of holding conversations, but my mother was not supportive, and as a consequence I can't find recording devices of any sort.
The other thing that I will be asked with frequency is how my love life is going, while the rest of the family waits with baited breath in the wings to hear my response and then dissect it. On this front, I am resolved to tell everyone that I am becoming a nun. At this point, their innate dislike of most things Catholic will kick in and I will be left alone for the remainder of their visit.
Word of the Day: neurotic