ho hum and a bottle of rum

  I'm very excited to be home, which is strange. I'm always happy to see my famjam and stuff don't get me wrong but the usual craziness at home is not thoroughly missed all the time. This semester is different, more so because of the funeral in september...I feel like a lot of stupid arguments don't matter, and it's just easier to let things go.. that sort of thinking was going strong right up until I got in the car and talked to Aaron... pshaw, he will not ruin this weekend! :P

 I'm really happy to get out of my student house for the weekend. This past week especially when issues(dishes, stomping, screaming etc. all those joys) seem to be climaxing...   Even though my home (as in Bolton) is always easy to come back to, it always feels weird the first night. Almost like I'm a guest in a new place, even though I've lived here my whole life. It's not like I'm treated as a guest, I guess I just don't feel like it's MY place any more... but then again I don't really feel the same way about my place in Windsor.  I wonder what it will feel like to have my own permanent place... something that won't happen for a long time probably. Even in my four years in Windsor it's looking like I'll never be in the same place two years in a row. Which is fine, but house hunting is not fun when renting as a student.

Anyhow... not really sure why I wrote this... but this is a blog sooo I might as well write stuff in it (on it?)...

Christmas music with a twist.

Crazy lady decided she was a car... pretty funny.

That's all.