imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And So it Begins And So it BeginsAh, spring break. These two magical words signify one of the most incredible weeks of the year. Christmas week is probably the only one higher on the list. But for some, spring break presents a problem. I’m one of the some. Where do you go for spring break? Your dorm is closed, so you’re kicked out. The only obvious answer is to go home. Anybody see where I’m going with this? I’m at home. Fortunately, I won’t be for long. Tomorrow I leave on the long sojourn to northern Indiana. But for now, I’m stuck at home, with the fam. Help me. Please, for the love of all that is holy, help me. So far things haven’t been too awful, I suppose, but the whole situation kind of grates on me. First, I’m all kinds of dizzy and nauseous. I have been for a couple days. I’m not pregnant, despite Pat’s claim that I’m carrying the second incarnation of the Son of God. Stupid immaculate conception. I’ve also got a bitch of a headache. And I keep getting random cramps in my left leg/foot. By random, I mean horribly painful. I’m fairly capable of handling minor things like that. My step-dad has been unrealistically pleasant. My mother has as well. I spent a good long while playing DDR with Flea. Then there was the whole unnecessary pain incident. See, my sister and I have a tendency to get a little violent. I threw something at her. I think it was some type of stuffed animal. It was definitely something soft and harmless of that nature. In retaliation, she leaps on me and some type of physical violence ensues. Somehow in all the random activity, something winds up slamming into my metal-filled mouth. Woo. Fun. I fortunately didn’t start bleeding or anything, but there’s a really big blood-blister type anomaly on the inside of my lip. I guess this is one of those times I should be thankful there’s no one I have to kiss impressively or often. I guess. But that’s a whole different discussion. My only other open complaint about being home is the volume at which my parents do things best left behind closed doors. I mean, for Christ’s sake, keep it quiet enough that I can sit in the damn living room and watch telly without shuddering in horror. Pity me, and the years I spent in a bedroom only one thin wall away from theirs. I’m less than 24 hours in and I’ve already sustained minor injuries and major mental trauma. Tomorrow I’m slated for a 10-hour drive. I’ll be in Chicago hitting up the museums Sunday. I have to talk my grandma into giving me $500, getting me a hair cut, and buying me shoes. I have to spend 6 days without any friendly intervention, without killing my sister, and without any booze. I’m gonna really have to get on this drinking thing sometime soon. It comes so highly recommended. Have an awesome spring break. Cram as much fun into it as possible, or just slack off. Whatever you do, enjoy it. Remember how much you value every moment not spent in class or at work. Love every person around you and every second you get to spend with them. That’s my sappy advice for the day. In fact, that’s about the gist of all my sappy advice. I just say it prettier some days. I’d like to add: Love me! Miss me! Contact me in some way! Guess that’s all for this pointless, rambling, whiny entry. There might be several over the next few days. Forgive me. 11:21 p.m. - March 19, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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