You can build a house you can't build a home
things I hate in life:
- explorer (as I can’t push the ‘send’ button in gmail and have had to resort to sending myself things in livejournal)
- people that have high speed internet on an ancient Windows 98 computer (I am almost tempted to buy them a new computer before I commit suicide)
- living in other people’s houses (well, that’s not always true, my stay with Kaileen was awesome, it’s just staying at Aunt Pauletteski’s house with her asshole husband and my parents again is horrid. Everyone is just randomly, “Get dressed!” and they give me five minutes to get ready and then they start bitching at me. Oh, it is so hard to contain my murdering instinct.)
- allergies (they’re actually not that bad but everyone up here has to comment when I sniffle or sneeze. Meme has started making tutting noises. I want to sneeze on the lot of them.)
things I like in life:
- mmm, Sam Roberts and his gorgeous band
- ancient keyboards that make clickity-clank noises when you type
- eating pizza for breakfast
- did I mention Sam Roberts? (sorry, I’m just enthralled.)
Home, home, home! I am going home today! I can’t tell what I miss most; my animals, Kaitlin or the radio. Yes, the radio, you haven’t misread anything. I never thought I’d say it, but I can’t wait to get home and listen to Windsor and Detroit radio again. Truly. From Lindsay to Powassan there are about five radio stations*. One time I could only get three stations and I almost started crying. Our trip up to Sudbury to see Sam Roberts was rather nice as they have rock stations(!), which was an amazing feat!
Going to Ikea on the way home. I am mentally preparing myself to be poor again. I want to buy a bunch of office type things as I want to rearrange my room again, moving my desk over to where my bed currently is so I can hang up post it boards and such.
There are so many things I have to do when I return home that I fear returning. I have to upload my trillion pictures, rearrange my room, get a new livejournal layout, get caught up on all the livejournal entries I haven’t been able to read, have a trillion moviefests with Kaitlin and Jillian, start planning my Nanowrimo novel, update the whole of July and more in duckyxgoodness, do all the school work I didn’t do while on vacation, do a mountain of laundry, and reestablish my relationships with my animals, as they probably hate me now. And that’s not even half of it. Oh Davey.
And woe, all the people I’m visiting right now are coming down to Windsor to go to a family reunion. Meaning that some of those people are staying at my house and I am forced to play nice. Oh, and Muzzer has to go to London on the 31st to have an angioplasty (which is when you get a balloon shoved up you to clear your arteries) so I may have to go with her.
Off to eat leftover Pizza Hut, and then I have to start the daunting task of packing all of my things. I'll take a picture of my room before I pack; it is rather horribly messy. It is almost a small extension of my room at home; clothing, books, and jewelry strewn all over the floor.
* okay, more like thirty or so that you pick up on the two hour drive, but all of the stations sucked bollocks.
- explorer (as I can’t push the ‘send’ button in gmail and have had to resort to sending myself things in livejournal)
- people that have high speed internet on an ancient Windows 98 computer (I am almost tempted to buy them a new computer before I commit suicide)
- living in other people’s houses (well, that’s not always true, my stay with Kaileen was awesome, it’s just staying at Aunt Pauletteski’s house with her asshole husband and my parents again is horrid. Everyone is just randomly, “Get dressed!” and they give me five minutes to get ready and then they start bitching at me. Oh, it is so hard to contain my murdering instinct.)
- allergies (they’re actually not that bad but everyone up here has to comment when I sniffle or sneeze. Meme has started making tutting noises. I want to sneeze on the lot of them.)
things I like in life:
- mmm, Sam Roberts and his gorgeous band
- ancient keyboards that make clickity-clank noises when you type
- eating pizza for breakfast
- did I mention Sam Roberts? (sorry, I’m just enthralled.)
Home, home, home! I am going home today! I can’t tell what I miss most; my animals, Kaitlin or the radio. Yes, the radio, you haven’t misread anything. I never thought I’d say it, but I can’t wait to get home and listen to Windsor and Detroit radio again. Truly. From Lindsay to Powassan there are about five radio stations*. One time I could only get three stations and I almost started crying. Our trip up to Sudbury to see Sam Roberts was rather nice as they have rock stations(!), which was an amazing feat!
Going to Ikea on the way home. I am mentally preparing myself to be poor again. I want to buy a bunch of office type things as I want to rearrange my room again, moving my desk over to where my bed currently is so I can hang up post it boards and such.
There are so many things I have to do when I return home that I fear returning. I have to upload my trillion pictures, rearrange my room, get a new livejournal layout, get caught up on all the livejournal entries I haven’t been able to read, have a trillion moviefests with Kaitlin and Jillian, start planning my Nanowrimo novel, update the whole of July and more in duckyxgoodness, do all the school work I didn’t do while on vacation, do a mountain of laundry, and reestablish my relationships with my animals, as they probably hate me now. And that’s not even half of it. Oh Davey.
And woe, all the people I’m visiting right now are coming down to Windsor to go to a family reunion. Meaning that some of those people are staying at my house and I am forced to play nice. Oh, and Muzzer has to go to London on the 31st to have an angioplasty (which is when you get a balloon shoved up you to clear your arteries) so I may have to go with her.
Off to eat leftover Pizza Hut, and then I have to start the daunting task of packing all of my things. I'll take a picture of my room before I pack; it is rather horribly messy. It is almost a small extension of my room at home; clothing, books, and jewelry strewn all over the floor.
* okay, more like thirty or so that you pick up on the two hour drive, but all of the stations sucked bollocks.