I'm home!

I'm HOME. Oh my goodness you have no idea how wonderful it is.

A few reactions here, in no particular order....

-My cat is here. Dear god he got fat! Apparently he's been healthying up while I've been away---his ribs aren't sticking out anymore! And he's all sleek and healthy and pretty-looking---oh I love my kitty!

-My room is wet. Yeah, the basement flooded again this week while Mom was away, and I guess Dad discovered it when he was here feeding the cat, so he followed standard procedure and turned up the heat and set up the fans and all that jazz, but, yeah. Apparently it was bad; there was actually standing water in some places this time, not just damp carpets. There's still a puddle in the hallway, and the carpets are still squishy in places, and it all stinks like wet basement. Except for my room, where apparently the cat pee smell never fully went away, and now it's back in force. Mom said she's calling the carpet cleaning people once we get it dried out. It's about time, is all I can say there. On the plus side, since I wasn't home, my room was fairly tidy, so not a lot of stuff on the floor to get damaged.

-I have a real couch again! Not the crummy one in the suite with wooden arms, no, a real, smooshy, comfy couch that I can sprawl out on while watching TV (and which has become my bed once more until the basement is livable again). I don't think I can fully describe to you my love of this couch.

-I have a piano. Right here. In the living room. I can play it anytime I want, provided nobody's trying to sleep. I don't have to bundle up and trek across campus, it's right here. I'm staring at it as I type. *contented sigh*

-The highway is noisy! I didn't realize how much I missed it until I was listening to it while trying to sleep last night. I mean, the trains in Galesburg are okay, but really, there's no substitute for constant semi traffic in your front yard. I almost couldn't sleep for the joy of listening to it. Yeah, I'm weird, you'll get over it.

-No cable TV. Mother, tell me, what is the point of having a television if you only get five channels? Honestly. When I go to Dad's there will be satellite TV, but no internet. Oh, teh horrorz!

Anyway, in short, I'm glad to be home. I mean, I love college and all, but, in the immortal words of our favorite ditzy fairy, there's no place like home.

In other news, Thanksgiving is on Thursday! This year, I am thankful for the wonderful opportunity to go to college, all the awesome people I've met there, and for the fact that I'm home until New Year's! I am loving my life right now.

That said, I am a bit worried though about the dinner itself. I mean, I love all the side dishes and everything, but, let's be honest here folks, Thanksgiving dinner is all about the turkey. And this year, thanks to my new dietary habits, I don't plan on eating the turkey. My brother-in-law is going to give me a hard time. My sister might as well, and likely my older brother. I come from a family of very committed carnivores. I hope they don't make an issue out of it, because they might. Especially Shane, if he's in the right mood. He does that sometimes. But oh well. I'm looking forward to it anyway.

And after that, IgettogotoGreensburgandseeKimandMiaohmygodit'sgonnabeaweseome!!! *ahem* Yes. Greensburg. Kim and Mia. Awesome.

And then, my mumsy dearest, being the wonderful mumsy dearest that she is, is taking me to see Bob Seger in Cincinnati. I am so glad I'm not from there, because I would never be able to spell that place properly. But I digress. Bob Seger. In concert. 'Twill be grand.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.....I think I must plan a Huntington roller-skating extravaganza for sometime this week. I'm thinking Tuesday afternoon/evening or sometime Wednesday---invite whoever I can dig up from the old C'bury crowd, head over to West Park and skate and maybe catch a movie or something, and maybe a trip to Pizza Junction---just some good, clean fun, in true me style. All you C'bury people reading this, I'M TALKING TO YOU. So whaddaya say?

And, yeah. That's all I got. Holy crap this has gotten to be a long journal. Peace out.