Everyone in this house is sick

The box is gone, mostly. I took out a trinket box, the ring she gave me, and a little wooden wall decoration and stuffed these items into my donation bag. The rest went into the trash.

Gena moved her stuff in. She is not physically moving in until around the 20th. I’m set up in the living room until I can start moving shit into Meghan’s old room on the 12th. 

Heather got mad at me on Thursday and is still a little cold. Yes, I’ve said Heather is my friend, but I maintain that she can be a bitch. I only have a very vague idea of what I did to upset her. Meghan tried to explain why she was upset at both of us, but it made no sense. I think it’s something along the lines of: Heather complained about driving 30 minutes to get to dinner, Meghan pointed out that Heather had been perfectly on board with the idea when we started our journey, I agreed with Meghan, Heather started arguing, I laughed because it was fucking ridiculous, and then Heather stopped talking to us. She got mad because we laughed. She’s always going on about how immature people are and then she goes and gives us the silent treatment because we reacted in a way that is congruent with the way society has taught us is socially acceptable. Trust me, I wasn’t laughing to be mean, I was laughing because I thought she, too, realized she was arguing over something incredibly petty. Heather says that I’m awkward with conflict. I’ll agree, but pointing it out isn’t going to change it. Actually, nothing is probably going to change it. She doesn’t understand how much better I am at handling conflict now than just a few years ago, so I don’t think it’s fair for her to judge. Also, my awkwardness with conflict is at it’s core just a defense mechanism. Heather’s defense is being a bitch. To each her own. 

So, on Friday I went to Fort Collins and then had tacos over at my Aunt’s house in Windsor along with my cousin, her husband, and their two week old son, Grant. He’s such a cutie! The next day we had a bigger picnic with the addition of three more cousins, their spouses, and five kids. It is SO WEIRD being in limbo between being considered a kid and an adult. Like, Arianna and I were both old enough to drink beer, but we did so while joking with the younger kids about school and tv and whatnot (they’re all 14 and younger). The one thing I can’t stand is that every time either my Aunt Linda is there (she wasn’t) or one of her kids is (my cousin with the newborn) we have to talk about politics because they’re an incredibly political family. An incredibly conservative political family. I don’t say anything in these conversations because it’s completely pointless, yet somehow without fail I am always branded the lone Democrat. I tell them every single time that I’m not a Democrat (they somehow always forget about my Grandpa), I’m an Independent. To be fair, though, I probably should be registered as a dem…I just don’t like the polarization of a two party system. I just have to share something my cousin’s husband, Tyler, said, though, because it was the most hilariously stupid thing I’ve heard in awhile. Like, economics go right over my head, but even I understand how monumentally stupid this is. He was talking about someone’s plan (I believe it was Huckabee’s, but don’t hold me to that) to do away with income tax and raise sales tax to like 20 or 30% in order to promote saving. Saving. Because that will stimulate the economy, obvs. Tyler considered this a legitimate plan. I pray to god he stays a travel agent forever and none of his children ever become politicians. 

I just get stuck on these rants, goodness. THE POINT IS I HAD A FAMILY PICNIC AND MY KIND, CRAZY UNCLE GAVE ME TABLE LEGS FOR MY BEER PING PONG TABLE.

I should have taken pictures of my room before I moved out of it so I could do some comparisons later this week, but too late. I’ll get some pics of the new set up . 

School. God. Fuck school. Turns out rather than being ahead, I’m sort of behind. Well, not behind, but I definitely could have used summer classes. I’m going to have to take six classes for the next two semesters in order to graduate in May. It can be done, I’m just not going to be very happy about it. My confusion came with these stupid business electives. Ugh. The online degree audit we have doesn’t work that well for the business school, so that little detail passed beneath my radar. I’m just going to take a bunch of management courses because I hate every other aspect of business administration. Seriously, my contempt for business is disheartening. People shouldn’t be going to school for something they can’t stand. Just let me read bell hooks essays for the rest of my life, okay? Thanks. 

I was just about to post this when I turned and watched Meghan cough directly into our cabinet full of bowls. What the hell?!

And two seconds after I posted this she starts washing our dishes. I will be rewashing them as soon as she goes to work. God I’m in such an irritable mood this morning.