The Longest Weekend Ever

This weekend has felt like an entire month, even though it was only three days.
I spent the whole thing in my apartment laying on my couch watching movie after movie after movie. And the SAG awards.

For the first time since childhood, I have the stomach flu. College is such a cesspool.
It is just as awful as I remember it, except this time I had to go it alone.
No parents at my disposal to get me things. I had to get off my sick butt to get ginger ale and saltine crackers and gatorade and pepto.
Being an adult sucks haha, but I'm glad I don't have roommates because it would have just grossed them the heck out all weekend. Better off no one had to share in it.

Had solid food for the first time yesterday, rather unsuccessfully, but tried again today. Seems to be going well so far. Yay for small accomplishments. Unfortunately, though, this means I haven't gotten any real work done this weekend and that is a huge problem. I have so much work to do , especially for my GD studio it is unbelievable. Three projects going at once, no work done because I was too sick to deal with it. When we did portfolio reviews this week, mine did not go well at all. It makes me very nervous to graduate. I'm going to need to do a lot of extra work to even be at par on graduation. More than most other people in my class, it seems.

I'm going to do it, I have to, especially if I want a job at some point. I don't even know what I want to do yet. I know I'm not doing grad school right away, I'm going to get a job and work for a couple of years and then I might go on for a masters in art education, get certified to teach and all that. I know I can do that at NIU, so I could commute there and it wouldn't be too bad. But that's a ways off to think about. Its the immediate future I'm more worried about. What do I want to do? So much to think about... and not much time to think about it anymore! Eek! I'm a firm believer in whatever happens happens and that it will work out so... well, I'm sure it will work out!

For now, the more immediate concern is feeling better.. but damn do I hate Gatorade. Ugh.

I Live With a Bunch of Grinches

I usually love being home for break.
Christmas is always my favorite time of year.
Not so much this year.

Maybe I'm just cranky because there hasn't been any snow yet. I mean, what's a Christmas without snow? Weird, that's what! I don't like it one bit! I'm still holding out for a surprise snowstorm or something.

But I think it's more than that.
It's just depressing to be around the house this year.

Everyone is super cranky and/or sad and/or stressed. Name a negative emotion and it's probably hanging over my house. This is, of course, super frustrating when you're the only one with the Christmas spirit (and believe me, there isn't much left). I decorated the whole tree, 90% of the house, have made most of the cookies so far, and will probably have to make the rest on my own as well, and have wrapped all of the presents that aren't my own and will not be surprised if I have to wrap some of mine (and not peek) as well.

My mom and my brother fight like... every day.
He's always cranky anyway, it's like a chronic condition I swear.
Dad was super depressing the last two days (thank God he seems to be better now).

Tonight I finally had to escape upstairs to get away from it all.
Hopefully they won't find me or come looking for me until I have to go out with my friends who are all (FINALLY) home.

Those in the house will be lucky if I don't bite someone's head off in the next few days.
They are all seriously killing my Christmas buzz. Huge bummer.
I hate it when you're trying so hard to be in a good mood, but everyone else just has to bring you down. It's so tempting to go back to school early at this point. I don't know what I'm going to do after I graduate.

I sincerely hope that my brother moves out before I move in or I don't know if I can do it.

Someone give me some happy pills or something, I'm going to start putting them in everyone's food when they're not looking.

One More Thing...

I believe this sums up how I feel.
Is it spring yet?

Haus.

So, I finally got myself a new laptop.

My old one is in getting fixed right now (under warranty/fo' free) for the same part that has crapped out on me for the 3rd time already.
I'll use that one as back-up when its done getting fixed, but I decided that since I had money saved it would be better for me to have a laptop that I could rely on.

You know, one that can run more than one application at once and doesn't take 20 minutes to tell my printer to print a 3 page paper.

I looove it. Its a 13" macbook pro.
Of course, I'm still kind of reeling from all the money I spent.
Ughhhh.

So anyway.
Since I'm awake and bored I've decided to list all the current problems with the house that I live in. Enjoy. I sure do.


1. One toilet in the girl's bathroom won't flush. The chain is broken.
2. The other toilet in the girl's bathroom leaks (from the tank, thank god).
3. One of the showers in the girl's bathroom won't drain properly, so it's like taking a shower ankle-deep in shower water.
4. One of the sinks in the girl's bathroom doesn't have hot water. Another doesn't have cold. One... actually has both.
5. You can't run more than one washer at once down in the laundry room or the whole thing floods. This has happened 3 times in the past two days. (but it smells good)
6. There are still squirrels in my ceiling.
7. One is dead and smells. (though I feel that it must be "drying up" because I don't notice it as much anymore. Part of that could also be my glade plug in that is on full blast)
8. All the windows in the house are so old that they let a ton of cold air in. (if its windy and my window is closed, my curtains will still blow)
9. Because of #8 my room feels like Antarctica.
10. The kitchen smells and the refrigerator has broken twice this year. Still waiting for the first breakdown of the semester.
11. We need a new roof. Badly.
12. I'd like some insulation above my room so that my ceiling doesn't radiate cold and squirrels don't get into it and die and smell making it radiate cold and dead animal smell.
13. The floors creak. Everywhere. I can hear EVERY MOVE MADE IN THIS HOUSE all the time. So can everyone else.
14. My room looks like a bomb went off in it (that, however, is my own fault >:( ... )
15. There are actually two working toilets in the guy's bathroom... with no divider in between them so if two have to go at once, they have to watch each other poop. (this doesn't really concern me, but I find it kind of funny... that wording there is theirs, not mine! ew.)


And those are just a few. There are more. Lots of loose/cracked windows... blahblahblah. 3 more months and I'm outta this hole and into an apartment again in the fall, thank god. This is why I'm glad I have a car down here and Fridays off. If shit gets unbearable as it sometimes does, I can get out of here for a few days.

Still love the housemates.
Just hate the house.

And can't demolish it/remodel it 'cause its on the National Historic Register.
Damnit.