So, tomorrow is supposed to mark the arrival of the first big huge snowstorm this year which is alreadly predicted to be notable enough that it was the main topic of conversation at pretty much all of my tables at work tonight (yes, run on sentence enough for you?). This will be my third winter here in New England, and seriously, I still get a kick out of all the noise that is made and excitement that is generated over a weather report. The ranges right now are anywhere from 3 to 13 inches. Excellent. Luckily, I think I will be able to get by just sticking pretty close to home for the next couple of days. I have a ton of work to do, but so long as I have my trusty internet connection and brilliant (ha) mind, I should be able to get it all done. With the exception of Ryder and Lorenzo maybe coming by tomorrow night, and possibly working on Saturday, I dont have any real plans to distract me until the Prescott House party on Sunday. At which time I will likely get thoroughly, exceptionally drunk.
I was able to get all of my hoped for time off filled tonight in, like, record time. Sometimes I really love my co-workers. So, as long as ticket prices aren't HORRENDOUS, I'll make it home from Christmas Eve through about the 8th or 9th of January. I have no idea what New Year's will be like, but as long as there is nothing to remind me of all the shiny hopefulness of last year, I'll be ok. I'm not so optimistic yet as to feel like this upcoming year will be all shiny hopeful, but maybe it can be matte hopeful. I don't know.
Came home tonight and watched "Roger and Me" (Roger Moore documentary about Flint, Michigan from wayback in the late 80s or so) with my roommate. Dude, the scene with the weird and sad rabbit-peddling lady? Yikes. Anyway, it's such a totally, completely different dynamic in this house than it was in the Prescott House. I mean, S isn't such a terrible person; it's just that we keep such different hours, and usually by the time I come home from school and work and chill out enough to be social, he's already passed out on the couch, or close to it, and we just don't interact much. And A is in a class all her own (PSYCHOTIC), so I barely even count her as a roommate except when she annoys me by being in the bathroom when I want to get in there. It's funny; when I left Prescott House, I wanted nothing more than a little isolation and "me" space; now there are times when I'd give anything for someone to knock on my door and make me come out and talk, even when I didn't feel like it.....because at least then, someone was making me be me. Anyway, I did make the effort to interact with S a bit tonight by talking and hanging out, and I'll try to do that more in the next few months.
Tomorrow = LINGUISTICS PROJECT.
I was able to get all of my hoped for time off filled tonight in, like, record time. Sometimes I really love my co-workers. So, as long as ticket prices aren't HORRENDOUS, I'll make it home from Christmas Eve through about the 8th or 9th of January. I have no idea what New Year's will be like, but as long as there is nothing to remind me of all the shiny hopefulness of last year, I'll be ok. I'm not so optimistic yet as to feel like this upcoming year will be all shiny hopeful, but maybe it can be matte hopeful. I don't know.
Came home tonight and watched "Roger and Me" (Roger Moore documentary about Flint, Michigan from wayback in the late 80s or so) with my roommate. Dude, the scene with the weird and sad rabbit-peddling lady? Yikes. Anyway, it's such a totally, completely different dynamic in this house than it was in the Prescott House. I mean, S isn't such a terrible person; it's just that we keep such different hours, and usually by the time I come home from school and work and chill out enough to be social, he's already passed out on the couch, or close to it, and we just don't interact much. And A is in a class all her own (PSYCHOTIC), so I barely even count her as a roommate except when she annoys me by being in the bathroom when I want to get in there. It's funny; when I left Prescott House, I wanted nothing more than a little isolation and "me" space; now there are times when I'd give anything for someone to knock on my door and make me come out and talk, even when I didn't feel like it.....because at least then, someone was making me be me. Anyway, I did make the effort to interact with S a bit tonight by talking and hanging out, and I'll try to do that more in the next few months.
Tomorrow = LINGUISTICS PROJECT.
posted by Megan | 12:35 AM
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Um, I think you mean Michael Moore, not Roger!
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