odi et amo quare id faciam fortasse requiris
nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior



You know, Latin love poems really aren't the best way to say "We're just friends who share romantic feelings."




Anyway, hello, friends!

Thanksgiving was good, my break was long. It felt shorter than it was, because we did absolutely nothing, most of the time. I had a lot of plans with friends, but they were in bursts, and nothing was really awesome except for getting to see my best friend for a couple hours. I talked too much and bothered myself; I'm not sure why I get so chatty around her, lately; it might be because we haven't written one another in a year or so.

Or it might just be because my love life is in a constant state of confusion. If you haven't noticed.

Anyway, it was nice to see her and EAT SOME SALAD! As wonderful it is that my mum thinks of me, she always buys all junk food and carbs, because I guess she's still going off what I liked to eat when I was ten (AKA the chubby days). I crave fruits and vegetables like a fiend, after visiting home for a week. Blegh. To Harris Teeter, for some kale! Huzzah!

Last but not least, I ran out to my car to get some pajamas, and our puppy thought I'd left. I came back inside without him realizing and changed in the bathroom, then went to find him and playfully approached him a couple of times, like usual.

He peed himself in fear. He had no idea who I was.

I didn't even mind cleaning up that urine. It was worth it.

aww little puppy!!
Family, parents especially, are really bad about thinking of us as this particular kid age for most of the rest of our lives. I still think of my kid sister as a twelve-year-old. She's eighteen.
» invisible on 2012-11-26 10:20:45

My mom laughed at me the last time she saw me because I only said I was hungry once and all that sounded good was kiwi or cherries... she referenced that I used to be eating every time she saw me and that it was never anything anywhere near considered healthy. I stopped eating like that when I was 15... three years before I even moved out...
» MidnightMonkey on 2012-11-28 04:50:59

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