graduation was long ago
Phew. In case you care, I'm back in Columbus. Now it's time to really hit the ground running. I got a 12-15 page paper due this Thursday; I have almost 4 whole pages of pretty good stuff so far. It's one of those "evolving" papers that really changes as I write. I'm pretty hopeful that I'll be able to get it done in time and that it might be halfway decent. I have three finals next week; Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Thank god that all of them have their own day. I think I've only ever once had more than one in a day. The only real tough part about all that is figuring out what days to sign up for at work. Christmas is coming up and money is always helpful this time of year.
I spent the majority of the damn day cleaning my bathroom. I think I've learned a valuable lesson: if it shouldn't be there, get rid of it ASAP. And I'm not referring to something that was placed there or deposited by a human being. It's not my fault if Pella doesn't seem to care about the shit that's most likely festering within the walls and slowing seeping out as if to decorate the ceiling. Ugh. Don't worry; it's safe to bathe here.
I'm taking off on the 19th to spend a few days with Laura, who I haven't seen since August. I should also get to see the Bals, which is always a good time and dependably interesting. Little cousins are always tons of fun. After a few days of "sibling merriment" I'll be driving father south to the rents' for Christmas. I hope to spend a good amount of time at the gym my parents belong to; heck, I'll go twice a day if I'm really ambitious. I'm almost more excited for the Pitt/USC game in Charleston on the 28th than I am for Christmas. Almost. I should be in Cincy sometime on the 29th; I gotta figure out what's going on for this "Sausage Fest" thing. Apparently, there's something going on at the Diabetic's for New Years. Hmph. We shall see.
And now, for two of the best quotes from the weekend:
My Mom and I are waiting for my luggage at Greenville International -
Mom: "Well, you do get your hair from your Pap. At least it's not something worse."
me: "Yeah." (pause) "Like E.D."
Mom: "What's E.D.?"
me: "Erectile Dysfunction."
Mom: "What!"
me: "How do you think you and your 9 siblings got here?"
Mom: "Well, you do have a point."
At home, before we left to go back to the airport:
me: "He seems like a chode."
Mom: "What's a chode?"
Dad: "Don't tell her."
Mom: "You already explained MILF to me."
me: "It's when a penis is bigger around than it is long."
Mom: "Eww. I'm glad you told me; I wouldn't want to call someone that at work. Who comes up with these things?"
Dad: "I do. How do you think we bought that first house, Dorothy? Copyrights."
I spent the majority of the damn day cleaning my bathroom. I think I've learned a valuable lesson: if it shouldn't be there, get rid of it ASAP. And I'm not referring to something that was placed there or deposited by a human being. It's not my fault if Pella doesn't seem to care about the shit that's most likely festering within the walls and slowing seeping out as if to decorate the ceiling. Ugh. Don't worry; it's safe to bathe here.
I'm taking off on the 19th to spend a few days with Laura, who I haven't seen since August. I should also get to see the Bals, which is always a good time and dependably interesting. Little cousins are always tons of fun. After a few days of "sibling merriment" I'll be driving father south to the rents' for Christmas. I hope to spend a good amount of time at the gym my parents belong to; heck, I'll go twice a day if I'm really ambitious. I'm almost more excited for the Pitt/USC game in Charleston on the 28th than I am for Christmas. Almost. I should be in Cincy sometime on the 29th; I gotta figure out what's going on for this "Sausage Fest" thing. Apparently, there's something going on at the Diabetic's for New Years. Hmph. We shall see.
And now, for two of the best quotes from the weekend:
My Mom and I are waiting for my luggage at Greenville International -
Mom: "Well, you do get your hair from your Pap. At least it's not something worse."
me: "Yeah." (pause) "Like E.D."
Mom: "What's E.D.?"
me: "Erectile Dysfunction."
Mom: "What!"
me: "How do you think you and your 9 siblings got here?"
Mom: "Well, you do have a point."
At home, before we left to go back to the airport:
me: "He seems like a chode."
Mom: "What's a chode?"
Dad: "Don't tell her."
Mom: "You already explained MILF to me."
me: "It's when a penis is bigger around than it is long."
Mom: "Eww. I'm glad you told me; I wouldn't want to call someone that at work. Who comes up with these things?"
Dad: "I do. How do you think we bought that first house, Dorothy? Copyrights."