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596sparkI haven't died, I swear. The past week has just been hell.
Classes started up, bringing with them massive amounts of homework and new roommates that have already begun grating on my nerves and breaking my television. So I drove the two hours back to my dad's place for the weekend and spent the past two days catching up on my TiVo watching (namely Leverage and Dollhouse - how awesome are those shows? And the HIMYM 100th episode, of course) and listening to my stepmom lecture me about how, apparently, nineteen is just too old to be without a husband. She had a list of people who graduated high school with me that are already married.
Sigh.
I'm heading back to school tomorrow with a new attitude and a determination that, if I've got to live with these girls for three more months, I may as well make an effort to get along with them.
I make that sound worse than it is. It's only one that's really bitchy. Another one broke the television (she swears it was an accident, and I do believe her, it's just hard not to get a little upset about it.) The other one is very sweet and makes me tea when she thinks I'm stressed. So when I get all complain-y, it's not really as bad as I say it is.
But I really am trying to keep up this journal; I don't want it to fall into oblivion like my LJ did.
Classes started up, bringing with them massive amounts of homework and new roommates that have already begun grating on my nerves and breaking my television. So I drove the two hours back to my dad's place for the weekend and spent the past two days catching up on my TiVo watching (namely Leverage and Dollhouse - how awesome are those shows? And the HIMYM 100th episode, of course) and listening to my stepmom lecture me about how, apparently, nineteen is just too old to be without a husband. She had a list of people who graduated high school with me that are already married.
Sigh.
I'm heading back to school tomorrow with a new attitude and a determination that, if I've got to live with these girls for three more months, I may as well make an effort to get along with them.
I make that sound worse than it is. It's only one that's really bitchy. Another one broke the television (she swears it was an accident, and I do believe her, it's just hard not to get a little upset about it.) The other one is very sweet and makes me tea when she thinks I'm stressed. So when I get all complain-y, it's not really as bad as I say it is.
But I really am trying to keep up this journal; I don't want it to fall into oblivion like my LJ did.