Went home for Thanksgiving break on the 20th of
November. That night went and got six bottles of wine on the way home. Flirted with the guy at the winery for a bit. Went home, ate Chinese food with the family, and joked for a while with my cousins. If only it were that peaceful.....But it wasn't. It never is. When we got home we found the water heater had rusted through and was leaking. So we had no hot water and had to spend $400 on a new water heater the next day: my birthday. Spent all day on the 21st installing the water heater, but we did manage to go out for dinner and drinks and then head over to the casino. Which I really shouldn't have done. 1) I don't gamble. 2) Smoking is legal inside the Indian casinos. 3) I'm asthmatic. So I had a bit of fun drinking at the bar there, but I suffered for the next three weeks because it induced a nice, long, and uncomfortable spell of bronchitis....this of course all coming before finals. That picture to the left is the lighting ceremony of the Mission Inn which I went to during Thanksgiving break.So I missed the next two weeks of class and had to study and write two papers while working and rehearsing and going to the hospital about every morning to get a breathing treatment. One paper was on Shakespeare. Two page paper...nothing really. The other, however, turned out to be a 27 page research paper on a building on campus and it's frat history. This included pictures and charts, so really, it was about 7 pages of type. Still it's not easy when you're sleeping 18 hours a day and working and rehearsing for another 6.....yeah.....Not an easy task. I managed to do alright though. Pulled off an A in anthro and a B in Shakespeare........but I have to take calc again because I got a D. Can everyone say fuck? So can I. Fuck.
Amid this was some partying. Of course I thought I felt better--well enough to go to the party. But I really wasn't and after a night of drinking I ended up sick again. I had to go to these parties though. A certain person was there....a certain attractive person. I also hosted a party. Twas a wine and cheese party. Good fun. A lot of people showed up this time too--which made me happy, but I think I'll stick to the smaller get-togethers at my place. People are messy and I spent a lot of the party cleaning up after them. Of course we had fun. Can't complain about the company...just the mess. We ended up playing charades from about half past ten until after one in the morning. Memories like this make me feel the all the money and time I dedicate to my social life are worth it--and it really is worth it.
Did I mention I was in a skit at work? Probably not considering I haven't blogged since--I don't even remember. Well, I was. It was a musical parody on 007. I played a technician for the mad scientist. I may working with nobel-prize winning, genius geneticists, and hard-working accountants, but that doesn't mean they don't like to party and do crazy shit like parodies. I love my job. That picture there is from the day of the performance. I wish I had more to say...I never seem to have enough to say....well, weeks past the fact.
Hmmm....what next. Came home on the 21st of December for Christmas break and I'm leaving the 2nd, but I don't have to go back to class until the 22nd. I just really don't think I can stay with my mom for much longer. I love her, but living with her....well, there's a reason I go to school 500 miles away. Christmas went well, and my family's actually been good company. We went to the aquarium on the 28th and then I got together with my friends that night. We went a bit crazy and decided to go to a sex shop and then after discovering there were no movies we wanted to see, went to get pie. Oh man, it was funny.
And now I'm sitting here on New Year's Day--just a few minutes after midnight--contemplating what my resolutions for this year will be. Every year we all try to make some changes. I for one am going to focus on some small changes that perhaps will make me a bit happier. Not that I'm not happy, but I could be happier. We could all be happier.
