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I haven't really actually written much in terms of actual postslately. Usually, when I'm out, Rob writes a post but today, tonight, Rob's out so I'm writing a post.
I meant to write earlier about how ecstatic I am that school's out and I won't have to deal with homework and my lack of motivation for a month but it changed. Sure, I am ecstatic that third semester is over with but lack of motivation? No. I got my motivation back. I don't know what it is but this feeling of laziness just sucks. It's like a bad chest cold or something. Ash, Nicki, Katrina: I'm sorry I didn't do anything for the module. I'd like to blame it on everything else I had to do that Sunday but, in reality, if I had any shred of will power, I would have started those other assignments long ago.
The other thing that I meant to write about was the idealism of the fact that exams are over. Then I realized that some don't even have exams. And them pointing out the joys of fine, liberal, creative and media arts would've just killed my joy. I'm sorry I'm a greedy bitch.
I also had the time to have Heida point out to me that Rob and I are plain old in-your-face with PDA. I'd love to flatter my ego with adament denials but we'd all know that I'm lying through my teeth. I'd also like to point out that she was quite drunk at the time (not that that makes the truth any less retardedly true...). *pause* I don't even know why I took the time to point out that last one. Oh well. But there was a point to that: Rob and I agreed to be public-trained. We're getting better with the concept that there are other people around us sometimes. For the record, his two little cousins are adorable. They kinda make me wish Ryan was a cute little four-year-old tyrrant all over again.
I feel like I'm forgetting something right now. I can't seem to remember what it was.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPY NEW YEAR! ... HAPPY FESTIVOUS!
I helped my mom wrap Christmas presents earlier. I found out that the way I had been wrapping everything earlier was wrong and that there is a "proper" way to wrap presents. It was quite odd. I'm quite curious about the gift of mine that she had wrapped in her room before we started. All I know is that it's heavy. And in a box. She also won't let me into the dinning room since she didn't bother to wrap the stocking stuffers. It's alright. I usually go to bed after she does. ^.^
There really isn't much of a reason as to why I'm dragging this entry on longer than I have to other than the fact that I'm waiting for Rob... ish. I figure I'll put this to rest at 1. Otherwise, I'm writing this just for the sake of keeping myself occupied.
Forgive me for being the ecclesiophobic that I am but I was quite happy we got out of going to mass today. EW! But I'm not too pleased that my dad had to be incredibly sick for us to play church-hookie. I hope he's better tomorrow. Earlier today, my parents called me spoiled because I drefused to go. I don't know if you know this but most churches feature this dude, nailed to a cross-section of wood. Everyone will prolly yell at me that it's Jesus, not some dude, dying for my sins. That's nice. ... Bless me father for I have fibbed... It's creepy. I don't know if it's creepy to you but it is too me. Some churches have the detailed facial image of him. I don't know why but the look on his face does not inspire happy feelings in my warm gooey place. In fact, it makes the warm gooey place freeze, dry up and crack. Jesus scares me.
12:53. When you're single, being alone during the holidays isn't so hard. When you've got someone and you're still alone, it gets a bit harder. Holidays, to me, mean being with the closest people to you. They mean that you get to take time out of your busy schedule because suddenly you don't have to worry about school and work and extra curricular activities because they all stop right there. They stop for a moment so everyone can stop whinning and bitching about taking time off to sit down to a nice dinner with family and friends. When your significant other is not there, it's like emptiness suddenly takes over their space. Last year, it was all about disappointment. Another year without anyone to love aside from the people that you typically love? I'm having trouble comming up with a collective term. This year, I don't get him till after Boxing Day. Happy 3 months and Merry Christmas to me.
I'm not whinning about that last bit. It's simply the truth right now.
It's time I let the tears flow now.
I meant to write earlier about how ecstatic I am that school's out and I won't have to deal with homework and my lack of motivation for a month but it changed. Sure, I am ecstatic that third semester is over with but lack of motivation? No. I got my motivation back. I don't know what it is but this feeling of laziness just sucks. It's like a bad chest cold or something. Ash, Nicki, Katrina: I'm sorry I didn't do anything for the module. I'd like to blame it on everything else I had to do that Sunday but, in reality, if I had any shred of will power, I would have started those other assignments long ago.
The other thing that I meant to write about was the idealism of the fact that exams are over. Then I realized that some don't even have exams. And them pointing out the joys of fine, liberal, creative and media arts would've just killed my joy. I'm sorry I'm a greedy bitch.
I also had the time to have Heida point out to me that Rob and I are plain old in-your-face with PDA. I'd love to flatter my ego with adament denials but we'd all know that I'm lying through my teeth. I'd also like to point out that she was quite drunk at the time (not that that makes the truth any less retardedly true...). *pause* I don't even know why I took the time to point out that last one. Oh well. But there was a point to that: Rob and I agreed to be public-trained. We're getting better with the concept that there are other people around us sometimes. For the record, his two little cousins are adorable. They kinda make me wish Ryan was a cute little four-year-old tyrrant all over again.
I feel like I'm forgetting something right now. I can't seem to remember what it was.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPY NEW YEAR! ... HAPPY FESTIVOUS!
I helped my mom wrap Christmas presents earlier. I found out that the way I had been wrapping everything earlier was wrong and that there is a "proper" way to wrap presents. It was quite odd. I'm quite curious about the gift of mine that she had wrapped in her room before we started. All I know is that it's heavy. And in a box. She also won't let me into the dinning room since she didn't bother to wrap the stocking stuffers. It's alright. I usually go to bed after she does. ^.^
There really isn't much of a reason as to why I'm dragging this entry on longer than I have to other than the fact that I'm waiting for Rob... ish. I figure I'll put this to rest at 1. Otherwise, I'm writing this just for the sake of keeping myself occupied.
Forgive me for being the ecclesiophobic that I am but I was quite happy we got out of going to mass today. EW! But I'm not too pleased that my dad had to be incredibly sick for us to play church-hookie. I hope he's better tomorrow. Earlier today, my parents called me spoiled because I drefused to go. I don't know if you know this but most churches feature this dude, nailed to a cross-section of wood. Everyone will prolly yell at me that it's Jesus, not some dude, dying for my sins. That's nice. ... Bless me father for I have fibbed... It's creepy. I don't know if it's creepy to you but it is too me. Some churches have the detailed facial image of him. I don't know why but the look on his face does not inspire happy feelings in my warm gooey place. In fact, it makes the warm gooey place freeze, dry up and crack. Jesus scares me.
12:53. When you're single, being alone during the holidays isn't so hard. When you've got someone and you're still alone, it gets a bit harder. Holidays, to me, mean being with the closest people to you. They mean that you get to take time out of your busy schedule because suddenly you don't have to worry about school and work and extra curricular activities because they all stop right there. They stop for a moment so everyone can stop whinning and bitching about taking time off to sit down to a nice dinner with family and friends. When your significant other is not there, it's like emptiness suddenly takes over their space. Last year, it was all about disappointment. Another year without anyone to love aside from the people that you typically love? I'm having trouble comming up with a collective term. This year, I don't get him till after Boxing Day. Happy 3 months and Merry Christmas to me.
I'm not whinning about that last bit. It's simply the truth right now.
It's time I let the tears flow now.