News from the Homeland

Only about an hour left at home before heading back to campus. I guess it's been a relatively decent stay, but I'm dying to get back. Let's see...what did I do this past week...?

Well, the old man's been milking my uncle's cows this week, so I got to roll some cows up into my life. I even got to work on trucks for a bit, for old time's sake, working a few muscles I haven't used in a while. And aside from about half a game of pinochle, that's about all the quality time I got to spend with my dad. Maybe it's the early mornings or something, but he just wasn't very pleasant this week. I got a lot of "Why aren't you going to church," and "You should be going to bed and getting up earlier," and "My daughter is a democrat. Woe is me." He might as well say, "Why can't you be more like your little brother?" I mean, I can see his point. Success and personal satisfaction aren't everything, and while Keith may not be setting the world on fire in homeschool, at least he hates gays. Perhaps this is why I don't feel guilty for staying on campus a couple extra days during the breaks.

*Funny note: At the end of this bitter rant, I wrote an html style closing tag for the bitter rant, and the blogger got all confused and angry. My bad.

Those few frustrating moments aside, it wasn't a bad visit home. Paid the ol' high school a visit. Ha ha, suckers! You thought you were rid of me! I'm pretty sure I broke about eight rules while I was there. It was just like the old days: wandering aimlessly about the halls during class without a pass, disrupting what little bit of learning might have been going on, playing fake Scrabble with the Todd. It was a close grudge match. I took an early lead with words like "mint'd" and "saste," and was looking totally dominant when I got "yokozuna" on there, but he took the lead when he turned it into a fork that said yokozuna/Yoko Ono. Fortunately, I pulled ahead again by grabbing the Q and sticking it on the triple letter score square. Zing! Ah, high school...the only thing more pointless and repetitive than laundry. Administrators, you can relax. CAHS should be safe from burnination for a while.

I guess the only other highlight was today. My mom's the champion of cheesy home movies, and her most recent creation was a recording of the baby shower she threw for my cousin. Just for background information, and because it's hilarious, the father is an illegal Mexican alien, with whom she worked for some time at a Taco Bell in Kentucky. Anyway, before I know what's happening, the video, which I had wanted to avoid watching at all costs, begins to play. Nice title screen, it's beginning pretty calmly, and BAM! Loud, obnoxious latin music. I feel like I'm sitting in Chi Chi's. Way to be subtle, Mom. Oh, and in exchange for being allowed to smear my mother's name all over the internet, I'm supposed to say that the footage was really high quality.

Well, time to pack for campus! Zw00t.