leftovers

well, i'm back in the lizzle, but i wont say it was an easy trip. my parents accidentally fed the dog this morning before the trip, which is not recommended. lets just say we got sickness from both ends on the ride. awesome.

however, the week on a whole was quite relaxing and refreshing, despite actual work done. here's a quick recap of the action, organized by day for your reading pleasure:

TUESDAY
i drove home to my parents' place. i arrived. the end.

WEDNESDAY
i slept late, and i deserved it. then i did work. i didnt deserve that. but then, midafternoonish, i decided to do something i hadnt done since mid-august; be a normal person. i went out to an outdoor outlet mall to get some fresh air, exercise, and see people. every time i leave the house seems to be either school or meal related, and that was getting quite old. so i went outside to be outside. i made the mistake of wearing uncomfortable nike shoes (nike sucks ass, but thats a whole other can of worms (and it has nothing to do with sweatshops)), when it was clearly still flip flop weather. my bad. wed night 2 guys came over for beer and cards.

THURSDAY
i wake up and its snowing. got about 4.5 inches. it was nice when it was still falling, as opposed to when it was melting and splotchy/muddy/shitty. thursday morning at 1030 was the old thanksgiving day football game, but my friend called me at 930 saying he wasnt gonna make it. so, my laziness/desire for warmth kicked in, and since i dont currently have a flask, i decided it would be nicer to stay in the house. then my dad found the football game on the local tv station. i watched the game, but i dont know why. we got killed, and the game was just awful. the high school kids commentating were awkwardly painful and i wanted to slit my wrists (tip: when slitting wrists, always remember, it's not across the street, it's down the road). but all the good knives were already out for the placesettings, so instead i just sat there. then we turned the lions/falcons game on, but then after 2 mins i remembered i dont give a flying shit about either team (nor the cowboys/whoever in the late game) and i again wished they would show good fucking games on thanksgiving when everyone was definitely watching. so instead i watched an everybody loves raymond marathon. that show is awesome. then food. holy shit it was awesome. my mom can cook. it's all running thru my head so fast i cant describe it so i'll just say everything was there and it was fantastic. then i took my mandatory post-dinner thanksgiving nap. the rest of the night is kinda vague.

FRIDAY
met up with a friend i havent talked to in several years. she always goes ghost when she gets a boyfriend. but on wed, while at the mall, i ran into her parents and sister, which then sparked a conversation that night, which led to this meeting. it was fun to catch up, and not much has changed (except possibly the lame status of her boyfriend, though i didnt meet him so who knows). then i had some dinner with my parents, turkey of course, and my 2 friends came by again for cards and beer. another friend called and invited us up, but i was unable to persuade the first 2 to get up there. so instead i got loaded at home. it works.

SATURDAY
got up a little earlier, cuz i knew i would get together w/ the friends who had called the night before. did some work, then called my friends and headed up to their place. then it began. beer and football. then, thru a strategically placed selection of commercials, red lobster enticed us to pay a visit. at halftime, we head up, hoping to beat the crowds and hopefully the high prices. we didnt really beat either, but it didnt matter. top shelf margaritas, long islands, and beer. 3 big seafood platters. red lobster, you my only friend! plastered by 6, strategic phone calls were placed, then we headed to the package store to get some beer on the way home. an 18 of coors, the same of miller, and a bottle of tequila. we went back to their apartment, and friends filed in and drinking continued. then, drunken setback. and operation. you dont always know how the tequila will affect you until you unsuccesfully try to remove a broken heart. makes a man think.


and now back to today, here i sit back at the apartment, waiting for the last week of classes and two weeks of finals. time for a little relaxation and a lot of sleep.