now the days are short

today i feel: incredibly sore
today i'm hearing: frank sinatra -- the very good years
today i'm thinking: that i shouldn't have gotten up today

I started a post last night about how we had just gotten wireless and it was super swell and Alex, the Geek Squad Guy, was my hero. Then the wireless decided to die. Alex, the Geek Squad Guy, is still my hero. You should call him sometime. He looks kind of like Remus Lupin. It was weird. Our wireless has also decided to stop being cruel, which is of great relief to me personally. Now I don't have to futz with Bosie, the Dell from Hell. He had approximately fifty-billion viruses on him. Alex, the Geek Squad Guy, was here for six and a half hours fixing him. I thought his poor health was hilarious. I also thought we should make Alex a sandwich. But what do I know?

I desire garlic bread. Needless to say, we have no garlic bread in this house. Blast!

I've been in BTown for...most of five days and, now that I've seen pretty much everyone and kicked about the old stomping grounds, I'm ready to leave. Weekends, I've decided, are nice because then I can come in to town and see everyone and hang with the ballies without any real conflict. Long breaks, however, are not so easy. There has been conflict, my friends. There has been quite a bit of conflict. I mean, Mum and I are always at each other's throats. It just happens. But Da spent the better part of yesterday sore at me for really dumb things and that's really not kosher. First off, my da is one of my favourite people in the whole world. Do not mock me!: my da is the shit. Ask around; it's true. So the fact that I've been here for such a short time and he's all-ready irritated with me is 1.) daunting and 2.) troubling. I do not like it.

That, and I miss Carbondale. I can't believe I would ever say that, but I do. It's really kind of nice to get away from things. It's been especially nice this past month. I've been busy again, and busy is great. I'm not busy here. Or, rather, I am busy, but it's not the kind of busy I need right now. It's housecleaning and midnight masses (yeah. that's going over real well) and luncheons with my grandparents. Nothing creative, nothing challenging (except for how to apologise to a very nice family for my grandfather's racist comments), nothing that really grabs me and consumes my attentions. I got bored over winter break during high school, when we had under two weeks. What am I going to do for a month?

I'm really missing living without an overseer. It's been nice having someone to watch your back without watching you, you know? I'm missing class, too, which is completely ridiculous. And there are people that I see down there that I could really do with speaking to, certain people and situations that are puzzling me when I'm too far from the action to have a handle on what's going on. The semester just started getting interesting at the end, which was lousy timing on its part. So much is waiting for the spring term and I want to know what's going to happen. I want to know if my instincts are right about anything, everything. It's exciting. It's terrifying.

I think I caught Matt's vagueness like I caught Marion's Strong Bad voice and gay LotR jokes. Is that contagious?

I don't even know if this whole thing makes any sense. It wouldn't surprise me if it didn't. It's just that kind of day. I wish Katie was in town so we could go to the park. Any takers?