After a small blip in my posting (I failed at NaBloPoMo, drat), I figured I should update you all on the entertaining world that was my Thanksgiving weekend.
The weekend itself was quite nice. I had my apartment to myself all weekend, since I came back on Friday, and I was able to just relax with my cat and Lance.* Of course, before leaving my parents' house on Friday, I met with a minor mishap.
My parents both had to work on Friday, so I was left at their house alone to pack up and get ready to head back home. I needed to go get my boots out of my car, so I slipped on some shoes, threw on a sweater, and walked out the front door and shut it tight. When I heard the little "click", something switched in my brain, and I turned to check the knob. Yep, that's right, I was locked out.**
Since I've been dating Mr. Industrious for 3 1/2 years, I let out a sigh and a curse, and went to the nearest window. I pried off the screen only to discover that my parents have gotten better about locking their windows since the last time Lance and I broke in. The small window over the kitchen sink was my last hope. The screen popped off easily, and the window was indeed unlocked. I cleared off the sill, grabbed a chair, and crawled in.
Luckily that was my only other Thanksgiving mishap. I didn't do as much homework as I should have, unfortunately, and have found myself in varying degrees of not caring about my classes. (Shame on me). I hope next semester will be better motivationally.
In other news, I should be moving soon since my roommate has decided to cease communication***. I only hope I can find an apartment in my complex soon before I wake up smothered or something...
*Reason #247 that I need my own apartment.
**They have one of those annoying locks that you can still open the door from the inside even if the door is locked. Drat!
***Reason #47589 to get my own apartment. I'm sick of living with other people.
2 comments:
Oh, Jenn, I'm right there with you! I did not get anything accomplished schoolworkwise over the break, and I was happy not to. I'm at the point where I don't even care if my final papers are terrible, so long as I get them finished on time and can move on with my life. Really, I remember when I was at UCA and keeping my scholarship was such a big pressure for me. Now, I really don't care. Sure, I'd hate to do poorly and lose my assistantship, but grad school is tough, and I'm not very good at it, so I'm now experiencing for the first time in my life a time when my best might not be good enough. Or it might be. Either way, I'm apathetic about progress at this point.
Also, living alone is WONDERFUL. I never thought I would like it, but I do. Here in Knoxville I have my own apartment, the first time I've ever lived alone, and it's pure heaven. Room mates can be fun, but god, they can be burdensome.
I hope your semester ends smoothly!
I, too, didn't get much done over break either and I was supposed to get the rest of my progress reports done (which are due tomorrow at the end of the day, mind you!). Ha..I need to live alone as well. Your roommate has ceased communicating with you? So has mine it seems. Lucky for you, your roommate isn't a relative!
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