And I am all alone, but i can't go home...cuz you're my home
There's nothing like waking up to find that the cable company disconnected your internet and cable... I'm beginning to think that in this world, Adelphia serves as my arch nemesis, the proverbial thorn in my side, if you will. But enough about my insane dependence on various entertainment mediums to fill my nights.
So I went home last weekend, very last minute. It ended up going so much different than I expected. I found out that my parents have decided to put our house up for sale in favor of moving to Hawthorn woods...aka bumble about 35 minutes from the lovely town of Mount Prospect. The worst thing was, it wasn't even a discussion...it was like, oh you better clean out your room because we may have to have the house up for sale soon. Needless to say, I spent a good portion of Saturday and Sunday afternoons in tears and wondering how my parents could be so thoughtless about my feelings. If only they could just wait a year...so I can have this summer with my best friend being a two minute drive away...with the comfort of home-- not just some random house my parents decided to move to. Suddenly I will come back to unfamiliar walls...no winnie the pooh border i have categorically refused to take down all these years and apparently they are planning on (gasp at the horror of it all) throwing out my beloved water bed. Even now my eyes are starting to well up. It's devestating to me. My heart is just broken over it. And my parents didn't even waver when I told them all this. I haven't returned my mom's calls since i've been back. I hate this feeling of resenting my parents. I know that they have sacrificed a lot for me, but isn't that the overarching theme of parenthood? I sound so selfish and I'm really ashamed of that. I should be a better person, I really should. But it's not like they are unhappy in mt. prospect, it's not like they found their dream home...the reason they gave was it's "their life" and the interest rates may go up next year. I must have missed the part where my parents become merely glorified accountants in my life, dispersing my living funds. I thought we were closer than that. Okay, enough about this or i will burst into tears in my biomed library cubical.
On a better note...I got to spend quality time with my nieces and nephews. My niece was pretty sick, but she is doing better now, thankfully. I'm just so glad I have the ability to jump a plane and be with them if they need me. Those kids are my world.
In view of all the gloom overshadowing the weekend, I was actually able to find sometime to just enjoy myself and forget about everything that made me want to stay under my covers all day. Adam was nice enough to get me into the Academy Is show at Knights on friday night. It didn't feel like a year and a half had past since I was last there. And of course, I ran into all the old gang, which is always fun. The party afterwards was questionable...me and lindsay were up to our old habits of mocking the crowd...but the best part of the night (besides the playing of Slow Down) was the 2 am shamrock shake. Amaaazing. I think the world would be a better place if shamrock shakes were available all year round. Although, it would compromise their irish heritage, so I guess I must be satisfied with only having a few each year. Saturday night Adam and I saw Hitch. I don't think I can describe it quite as well as him in his creepy old man from the seventies terminology, so see theacademyis.com and adam's journal to be further enlightened on the subject. I tried to get another shamrock shake on the way home, but they ran out...talk about sad times. Sunday night Adam saved me from my hours of crying in my room and we went to eat (amaazing dinner) and saw in Good Company. Again, i refer you to Adam's journal for a recap on this fine film.
So yeah that was a ridiculously excessive update. So I shall stop this nonsense and attempt to find something productive to focus my energies on. I'm drowning in school work and the thought of finals week is like a swift kick in the kidney. I hope all my 1.65 readers are doing well...I know I know, it's been too long since you've experienced my nonsensical drivle and your life has felt incomplete as a result. Take care my dears.
Lindsay Kate Powers Theory of the day: My theories are better than Adam's
So I went home last weekend, very last minute. It ended up going so much different than I expected. I found out that my parents have decided to put our house up for sale in favor of moving to Hawthorn woods...aka bumble about 35 minutes from the lovely town of Mount Prospect. The worst thing was, it wasn't even a discussion...it was like, oh you better clean out your room because we may have to have the house up for sale soon. Needless to say, I spent a good portion of Saturday and Sunday afternoons in tears and wondering how my parents could be so thoughtless about my feelings. If only they could just wait a year...so I can have this summer with my best friend being a two minute drive away...with the comfort of home-- not just some random house my parents decided to move to. Suddenly I will come back to unfamiliar walls...no winnie the pooh border i have categorically refused to take down all these years and apparently they are planning on (gasp at the horror of it all) throwing out my beloved water bed. Even now my eyes are starting to well up. It's devestating to me. My heart is just broken over it. And my parents didn't even waver when I told them all this. I haven't returned my mom's calls since i've been back. I hate this feeling of resenting my parents. I know that they have sacrificed a lot for me, but isn't that the overarching theme of parenthood? I sound so selfish and I'm really ashamed of that. I should be a better person, I really should. But it's not like they are unhappy in mt. prospect, it's not like they found their dream home...the reason they gave was it's "their life" and the interest rates may go up next year. I must have missed the part where my parents become merely glorified accountants in my life, dispersing my living funds. I thought we were closer than that. Okay, enough about this or i will burst into tears in my biomed library cubical.
On a better note...I got to spend quality time with my nieces and nephews. My niece was pretty sick, but she is doing better now, thankfully. I'm just so glad I have the ability to jump a plane and be with them if they need me. Those kids are my world.
In view of all the gloom overshadowing the weekend, I was actually able to find sometime to just enjoy myself and forget about everything that made me want to stay under my covers all day. Adam was nice enough to get me into the Academy Is show at Knights on friday night. It didn't feel like a year and a half had past since I was last there. And of course, I ran into all the old gang, which is always fun. The party afterwards was questionable...me and lindsay were up to our old habits of mocking the crowd...but the best part of the night (besides the playing of Slow Down) was the 2 am shamrock shake. Amaaazing. I think the world would be a better place if shamrock shakes were available all year round. Although, it would compromise their irish heritage, so I guess I must be satisfied with only having a few each year. Saturday night Adam and I saw Hitch. I don't think I can describe it quite as well as him in his creepy old man from the seventies terminology, so see theacademyis.com and adam's journal to be further enlightened on the subject. I tried to get another shamrock shake on the way home, but they ran out...talk about sad times. Sunday night Adam saved me from my hours of crying in my room and we went to eat (amaazing dinner) and saw in Good Company. Again, i refer you to Adam's journal for a recap on this fine film.
So yeah that was a ridiculously excessive update. So I shall stop this nonsense and attempt to find something productive to focus my energies on. I'm drowning in school work and the thought of finals week is like a swift kick in the kidney. I hope all my 1.65 readers are doing well...I know I know, it's been too long since you've experienced my nonsensical drivle and your life has felt incomplete as a result. Take care my dears.
Lindsay Kate Powers Theory of the day: My theories are better than Adam's