an entry… old school

Ahh yes, back home, back to this life. You know, I would start ranting and raving about people and situations that are pissing me off right now, but quite frankly I don’t feel like it. There’s no point, there really isn’t. Why bother writing something someone, anyone, myself included in the possibilities, will regret? God it’s like high school all over. I come home, and high schoolishness drowns me, fills my lungs, makes it hard for me to breathe. So who cares.

It’s amazing how empty cupboards can become when you’re suddenly stuck at home again with no meal plan and no car and an over-stressed mother who doesn’t have time or energy for the grocery store. I’m not blaming her… she’s been killing herself over her job lately, but meanwhile I had a few interesting weeks of peanut butter, bread, popcorn, and nuts. Maybe some frozen yogurt here and there, but you get the idea. Meal plan… novel idea. At any rate, I am happy to say that the kitchen is restocked, or at least enough that I can find decent varieties of food to eat… in fact, my mother and I in a joint effort even managed to make dinner. She grilled hamburgers, we baked cookies, she made green beans, I washed raspberries… mmm real food… and lots of it. –smiles-

We went to Rochester Saturday to see my sister’s commencement (fake or real, we can’t really decide), and I stayed through until Care and I drove home Tuesday. It was kind of interesting, being on the RA side of things for once. I helped her pack, take stuff down to storage, and check rooms. Heh… first I was the freshman, moving out for the first time and getting my room checked by my RA, and then I got to play the RA’s sidekick at a different college, walking into bare-walled empty-chested rooms of freshman and sophomores (maybe a random junior in places)… never knowing who lived there, not even really getting a glimpse of who they were, unless they left some disgusting mess of face mask in a drawer or a rather nice guitar pick in their desk which I rather conveniently confiscated for my own purposes. (I’ve been looking for a thinner pick… and why bother pay for one when some nice jazz guitar major left one for me that would’ve otherwise been thrown out?) But if you think about it, here I am, prancing down the hallways, showering in the showers, having taken over the room of some soon-to-be senior guy (whose room was apparently clean enough for me to live in for a couple of days), and I have no clue what these people have been through. It was their home for an entire year… maybe longer… and it will probably be their home again next year… their laughter filled the halls, their stress compacted into the tiny dorm rooms, and I was just… a visitor. An invasion. And they never got to see me… nor I them.

At any rate, Care and I had fun… we had meals together, talked together, laughed together… giggled tons, moved tons, packed tons, crashed, sighed, chatted, climbed on top of unstable object and crammed things in storage… definitely a memorable few days. 🙂

Meanwhile, back at the ranch… hmm, can I use that??? It’s plagiarism, I suppose, unless I make note that that’s from a, uhh, umm… what’s her name? Well, I forget the author, but it’s from a book… called… umm… I don’t remember the name of the book either. But it’s funny! Something Trinks Noble is the author maybe? Err… anyway…

Meanwhile, back home… my room is still a disaster.

BINGO! I love google.com… Trinka Hakes Noble is the author, Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch is the book. –grins- Great book… and detouring back now…

to be continued

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