What a Holiday

Well, it's been interesting.

Let's see, what have I done in the past few days...

• Watched zero movies
• Read 200 pages in Book 4
• Closed the book on a fair number of friendships
• Had a very bad experience with a strong, uncontrolled substance, which I have subsequently sworn off for good
  
• Procrastinated doing my RA application and Secret Santa gift
  
• Gotten tipsy with a bunch of Sicilians and their homemade booze
• Spent 2 delightful mornings with my grandparents
• Was given a ton of Nightmare Before Christmas stuff for Christmas
• Added Scrubs Season 7, 27 Dresses, Sleepy Hollow, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, The Sea Inside, The Dark Knight, and Wall-E to my DVD collection, with soon to join Candy
  
• Decided to start keeping a journal again
• ...Decided I need to buy a journal in which to write my journal...
  
• Ordered a fountain pen
• Finally escaped from those damn emotions, with the help of a dear old friend
  
• Is going to publish the papers in question
  
• Got my ring finger sized
• Played hours of board games with family--Grandma: "The next president went to Hawaii and stayed in a 9 million dollar condom. I mean condo! Oh, dear!"
• Spent two nights sharing a bed with my sister and subsequently bonding... Wow....
• Was nearly suffocated by Amanda when she rolled over onto my face in the middle of the night
• Didn't sleep well and haven't been since I got "home"
  
• Has a fucked up arm
• ...but has gotten some use back in it
• Went shopping on Black Friday # 2 with Al & Emily
• Took pictures of "items for the future" at Target
• Tried on some slutty lingerie with hobag Emily herself ;)
• Bought my Macroeconomics textbook
• Free chocolate covered pretzels!!!!!!!!
• Spent some priceless time with my grandfather
• ...Hoping he makes it to New Year's.

I spend far too much time contemplating things.
I work too hard trying to be sure things will work out right or that I get the best deal.
I spent 2 hours comparing deals for my econ textbook, the only one I need to buy this quarter that I have an option of where to buy it.
I am too frugal, and constantly worry about wasting my money.
I constantly think that I should open a high-yield account in which to store my money until I need it.
I constantly think about the future, yet the past haunts me.

I am a very emotional person. And I hate it.
I have found that by crying during movies, even if they are not remotely sad, I can get the emotions out in a reasonable, non-disruptive way.
If that doesn't work, or there are too many emotions to handle at once, I cling to people, friends.
When this last happened, I attempted to catch back up with some old, old old friends, whom I have not spent time with in three years.
Then I came to my senses and remembered why I dismissed them in the first place
I remembered that I haven't missed them.

I know how to spend time alone with myself. And it is wonderful.
I love reading, not that I have time.
I wish I crocheted and cross-stitched more.
I wish I had time to sew.
I wish I had a kitty!!!!!
I wish I were more motivated, right now.
...Actually, writing all this makes me want to go back to school. I love it and everyone there!
I can't wait to spend the rest of this break with Ross, Al, Emily, Christen, Trudge, and hopefully Jen! ROCKBAND UNTIL 6AM, FUCKERS!!!!

I'm quite glad that my mom and I haven't gotten into anything big since I've been home.
I'm impressed, actually.
I make it a point to go to the second of the two hate-preaching, elite church services every Sunday, but only at the promise that I will get free food afterwards.
It works quite well, may I say!

Man, I really need to get laid.

I am looking forward to exchanging a travel iron for a steamer at Sears, eating Chipotle, and seeing Doubt with Ross tomorrow. Then possibly an all-night Rock Band Extravaganza with the ex-Regal crew!!!!
Then Monday, WE'RE GOING TO THE ZOO!!!!!!!! Then to the Cedar Lee to see The Reader.... Then maybe sneaking in to see Benjamin Button later.... teheheheheheheheheheheheeee!

Jesus. I need to get to sleep.

I'm going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking...