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I can call this place home because I love the people here. But I love my home as well. Apart from Shaz and Sid being weird and always yelling at the TV and working themselves up into an angry frenzy, and Mom more or less being tired of them, everything went all right. I got lots of good food and sleep and I got to relax, but I also got some homework done. As soon as I'm done here I'm going to get the rest of my homework done because today I do really feel like being productive, and once in a while even I will give in to someone to get him to shut up.
In case any of you were wondering, that person is bad. But it was awesome to go home. I feel so bad because I'm such boring company. When I'm with my friends I'm a crazy little chatterbox, but when I go home I'm sort of quiet, hiding with my laptop trying desperately to get caught up on the novel and just unwind. But mom was cool with it all. It's strange, listening to all the girls on my floor squeal and scream and hug each other because they missed each other so much over the break. I saw a note on Mellissa's door that said "I thought about you all break," and then Del mentioned Rodney calling to wish her good night, and fine, I gave in - I missed Nick. But I really am doing all right. I got to talk to mom a little, and just have some fun.
Saturday, the day of the big turkey day for us, went pretty well. Mom and Shaz are excellent cooks - Shaz really is an excellent cook, and not just because she has to cook for her job. She loves to cook - and I don't, which is why I more or less stayed out of the kitchen or was relegated to simple baking jobs, like pumpkin pie and homemade fudge. I brought some back to the dorms to share with the friends - I wasn't sure if I should get everyone high on chocolate, but hey, I brought some back. It was only the four of us for dinner, and we each had to say what three things we were thankful for. There was talk of my sister's delusions about her childhood and all the ways she tried to kill me when I was a kid. Saturday nights are always lousy for TV, so we sat around and watched movies - Secondhand Lions and Sahara. I didn't end up going to bed till midnight, but by then the writer's block had set in quite firmly and so I was more or less done for the night anyway.
On Sunday...well...I took my time getting myself out of bed. I woke up, ate, and in a spur of boredom I pulled Omi out of the closet. I tuned him up and played, mostly the old hymns I knew. I had somehow imagined playing the violin version of Crucify My Love, but that thing has five flats, so I have to transpose it and then maybe adjust the octaves or something. Forever Love is a lot easier, but in the end I just played my old favorite hymns. My fingers on my left hand still hurt a little from the steel string. I was almost tempted to bring Omi back up with me, but in the end I didn't. I just did some homework, wrote some letters, took a nap, then Mom fed me and shipped me off. It was dark by the time I really hit the highway, but the drive was surprisingly snow and ice free for how cold the news said it was and was going to be. I made it back here at seven, wherein Erin met me and helped me drag my stuff in. Rodney randomly came by and visited, and now, really, I'll do some homework.
In case any of you were wondering, that person is bad. But it was awesome to go home. I feel so bad because I'm such boring company. When I'm with my friends I'm a crazy little chatterbox, but when I go home I'm sort of quiet, hiding with my laptop trying desperately to get caught up on the novel and just unwind. But mom was cool with it all. It's strange, listening to all the girls on my floor squeal and scream and hug each other because they missed each other so much over the break. I saw a note on Mellissa's door that said "I thought about you all break," and then Del mentioned Rodney calling to wish her good night, and fine, I gave in - I missed Nick. But I really am doing all right. I got to talk to mom a little, and just have some fun.
Saturday, the day of the big turkey day for us, went pretty well. Mom and Shaz are excellent cooks - Shaz really is an excellent cook, and not just because she has to cook for her job. She loves to cook - and I don't, which is why I more or less stayed out of the kitchen or was relegated to simple baking jobs, like pumpkin pie and homemade fudge. I brought some back to the dorms to share with the friends - I wasn't sure if I should get everyone high on chocolate, but hey, I brought some back. It was only the four of us for dinner, and we each had to say what three things we were thankful for. There was talk of my sister's delusions about her childhood and all the ways she tried to kill me when I was a kid. Saturday nights are always lousy for TV, so we sat around and watched movies - Secondhand Lions and Sahara. I didn't end up going to bed till midnight, but by then the writer's block had set in quite firmly and so I was more or less done for the night anyway.
On Sunday...well...I took my time getting myself out of bed. I woke up, ate, and in a spur of boredom I pulled Omi out of the closet. I tuned him up and played, mostly the old hymns I knew. I had somehow imagined playing the violin version of Crucify My Love, but that thing has five flats, so I have to transpose it and then maybe adjust the octaves or something. Forever Love is a lot easier, but in the end I just played my old favorite hymns. My fingers on my left hand still hurt a little from the steel string. I was almost tempted to bring Omi back up with me, but in the end I didn't. I just did some homework, wrote some letters, took a nap, then Mom fed me and shipped me off. It was dark by the time I really hit the highway, but the drive was surprisingly snow and ice free for how cold the news said it was and was going to be. I made it back here at seven, wherein Erin met me and helped me drag my stuff in. Rodney randomly came by and visited, and now, really, I'll do some homework.
