Thanksgiving break was full of food and body peircing. I ate and then kidnapped Jenny to get her navel peirced at the same place I got mine done- the ink well. I've never been so proud of anyone in my life as I was of Jenny when she hopped into the chair and paid for holes to be poked in her skin. The astonishment of this event will only truely hit you if you know Jen. She's your classic good-girl, but under that "precious moments" facade that she's got going on lurks the heart of a devil child. She even thought about covering her tracks well enough to have me pay for it so it wouldn't show up her credit card. Jen, I salute you. The darkside is beconing and you're finally deciding to answer.
The usual suspects and myself went bowling. This is funny for two reasons 1) I haven't bowled since gradeschool and 2) I was slightly intoxicated. You know it's a good night when you're holding a Mike's in one hand and a very heavy spherical object in the other.
Mom and Dad decided to spring the whole hey-your-grandma-is-going-into-the-nursing-home-thing on me relatively early in the week, so I still got to enjoy some of my vacation. I hate to see this happen to her...or to anyone. I have nightmares of nursing homes. I hope I die before that happens to me. People who go into nursing homes, in my experience, don't come back out unless it's in a casket. Not a happy thing. Trying not to think about it.
I wish this semester was over. I don't necessarily want to go home and I'm not really looking forward to spending 14 hours in a car with my little brother, but anything is better than this overwhelming urge to do nothing and yet a need to do everything. Brian and I will be having a very loooooong chat in the car about what it means to be a gentleman, since he seems to have forgotten the concept. Boys, do yourselves a favor. Don't make out with your ex in front of the new girl you're dating. This is grounds for being titled an asshole. |
