When is vacation again

Hmm..I had a relatively good weekend.

Friday, I got to go over and see Joey and Sarah, with Keith. It was nice, those two are such awesome people. I can't say that enough..lol almost sounds like I am worshipping them O_o It was a late party for Joey's birthday and so there was cheesecake. Joey had a few drinks..also there was Josh and this...lesbian girl whose name I forget. I had a hard time believing she was a lesbian since half the night she was stuck on guys. dating 1, AND hitting on 1 but whatever, she was nice.


We watched Clerks 2, (so funny...), The Man with the Screaming Brain (I think Bruce Campbell messed up that one xD), and The Little Mermaid. Then I went home..and lemme tell ya, my car did not like starting up.

Lemme tell ya cold weather wanters something. I get sick and tired of "omg I want snow and coooold!" wanters, in Vermont and out of state, hell country.
Being at -25 degrees is not fun.
- Your boogers..and nose parts in general..freeze and feel flakey. It sucks.
- Your whole face hurts.
- Your hands go numb.
- After a short time outside, I feel pretty head heavy and kind of sick. It's not fun.
- You like it when your car doesn't start? Mine threw a fit and it's in great shape. It hurts your battery.
- It's a bother getting in and out of our doors because we hang blankets over them and such to keep in heat.
- It's not fun walking to class with below 0 wind chill x.x

Anyway bitch moan. I know temperatures that are too hot can be bad too but..at least you can swim or sit in ice cubes it's...not as easy in the cold or so I feel.

Ummmm...so yea. Fun there.

Saturday did so much nothing cause let's face it, it's damn dull around here. Keith and I just watched TV and stuff. I called my cousin who was down for a dance at the college, and she was suppossed to call back after the dance but she was darned tired. I don't blame her, switch positions and I'd have just gone to bed too.

So my mom's brother David called too. She hadn't heard from him in ver a decade and all attempts to reach him failed. Then he randomly called up..I could tell it wasn't the best convo. Mom said it was a relief to get off the phone because he was wacked or something she could not describe.

That was all well and good. I went to sleep..only to be woken up by the phone ringing at 4:30 am. No one was answering so I fianlly picked it up and I basically got:

Sluuuuurrrred voice: "Hey it's David."
Me: Uh...hi.....it's 4:30 Am here...
David: Now I know that I know hear me out! Who am I talking to!?
Me: Uh, Kathy.....
David: Oh! Hi1 Your my sister's er.......er...
Me: Daughter?
David: Yea! ...eeeh...It's David eh? (sounded freakin Canadian)
Me: Yea
David: How're you?
Me; I'm good
David: Good!? Good?
Me: Well tired
David: How old are you?
Me: 20
David: 20! You;re 20!? I'm 48...I'm 5 feet 8 inches....ugh....is your mom there?
Me: She's asleep
David: You have a brother? How old is he?
Me: 28
David: 28! Well I'm 48..well ten years younger I'm 38! I'm 27...23...
Me: O____O
David: This is David eh?

And this goes on. He told me to call out for 2 beers, let me know he had been in New Jersey before, something about "two strokes here..two there..." ..I have no idea WHAT that was. He kept changing ages, kept telling me who he was, and buyt the end he was "appreciated what I had done" (wtf!?) and said bye. By the time it was done it was 4:45 am..so not a long convo but so odd...

It's things like that that add to my disdain for drinking. I am working through my hate of it fairly well but..still. Shit like that reminds me why I do not like it and sets the progress back. You might ask why I NEED to make progress...well...I'd like to see my friends, and given weekends are the best time to get together and quite a few of them like to have some drinks...gotta deal somehow :/

Um...so then Sunday, yay, my cousin called and so we went to the college to see her and her boyfriend. That was nice, I love my cousins. We rented that old ass...1922 silent movie Nosferatu and sat around and made fun of it xD It was a pretty bad movie, although Dracula dude was kind of creepy. Stil, it was fun to point and laugh at (..nighttime..obvious shadows in the sunlight....cornyness..lol)

Ate Chinese FINALLY (Omg..over a month people) and went home where Keith went on the comp and I watched TV and did some painting homework.

Homework..I'm already stressed out. For one, I get back Physics exam tomorrow. I could do a question on the homework, and we get no help in class. I am afraid of what he might assign. I may stay after for the tutor, we'll see. He's a nice guy so if the homework looks real hard, I may just stay. Last Monday it was easy, the last stuff assigned I have not been able to get help for.

Painting, is a pain. I do NOT like still lifes. Hell the ones I am doing, I'm not doing right. I use no cups or jars or random crap things, just draw other stuff around the house. And I do not like this exercise we are doing. The method Dorian used, worked, and we didn't have all this retarded crap.

Writing Fiction. I LOVE the class. But I don't think I'll habve enough journal pages to get a decnet grade. I find it difficult to do a page a day, and hard to get motivation - which is odd as I am excited about writing. But here's another problem. We have to write a paper on a harrowing event. I...got nothing. I've been creeped out before, stressed out, but nothing that fits the description of harrowing, that's for sure. Never been in a car accident, and so on.

Animal Behavior - Again, loving the class. But my fgirst paper..sucked. I am scared of the grade. I worte everything we did and that took up the 2 pages he wanted. I only had a page to..LAMELY go into what I learned and conclusions I drew. Ugh.

Bottom line here is out of these 4 things, 3 I love and am going to do poorly at. There's almost no worse feeling that that.

Uhg...anyway..just feeling icky. Stressed and there also seems to be a bad case of retard going around to most people I've talked to tonight...my word @___@