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Chicago Madness then...Home!
Well, this past week has been pretty hectic.
Let's sum up: Monday was move out day, Grandma and my mom came and we got all my stuff to three places: two boxes in Complex storage, crapload of stuff into the storage space I'm sharing with Kelsey (because she is awesome and is letting me borrow the space for free!) and the rest into Grandma's car for the ride home. Nothing much more important happened here other than me saying goodbye to 3A, to all the peeps of 3A, and of course to Marlene.
I'm still definitely not used to the whole hugging thing, especially in front of my mom. Marlene asked me why it bugs me to have my mom see that I've become a little less physically awkward in terms of affection, and well, I didn't have a straight answer. It just does, I dunno. When I was hugging everybody goodbye, Mar-le-ne was still in her room, so I went to go say goodbye to her and behind me I hear all the "oh man, they'll be in there for 8 hours" and "shes going to come out crying" teasing from everybody else. Ive gotten used to it but what bugged me was my Mom and Grandma were right there. Later my mom made mention of their teasing and I wasn't sure if I found it funny or irritating. Again, all this physical affection crap is new to me, and I'm not quite sure its a good thing/what I want...so maybe having people at home see my so darn huggy makes me feel like theres no turning back. Once my mom sees me affectionate...well...then gosh darn it must mean Ive turned into an affectionate person. And I'm not sure if I want to be an affectionate person or not, I hate to go here but it has been ingrained in me that needing affection like this is a weakness...yet at the same time I can't help liking it. I think that is why it bothers me, in retrospect. Oh well, its summer now and I don't have to worry about all that for another three months, w00t!
Okay, so sorry for that sidetrack. Tuesday we drove to Chicago, that night we took a pretty nifty boat tour. Let me sum up chicago trip quickly: Grandma basically only used picking me up from college as an excuse to go to Chicago where her precious Bulls play. She drives basically 50 mph the whole trip, meaning what can usually be accomplished in 2 days took like 4. Then in Chicago, once she realized she couldnt go see where the Bulls play (they didnt make the playoffs so well...the United Center wasn't open obviously) it was kind of obvious she didnt really have any reason for being in Chicago. When i made a point of leaving early (we originally were supposed to be there until Sat morning) so that we dont just waste time and money, we decided to leave Friday morning. At which point my Grandma decided that there were 80 things she DESPERATELY had to do in Chicago, and we didnt have enough time. Whatever, shes going back next year anyway, to see the Bulls. It doesn't help that shes 70, stubborn, and senile either. Maybe Im just cranky because i was very very intent on going home as quickly as possible, but then again, maybe im pissed because it didnt seem like she could care less that I was there. Thanks Grandma!
Now that my ranting is over, we got home 'round 5 oclock today. I unpacked a bit, set up my computer, got like 6 letters from Gustavus about Financial Aid crap that was sent like a month ago. Of course, they couldn't have sent A SINGLE LETTER into my college PO during the month of April or May. No, they send my mail 1800 miles away to my home address, addressed to me. Idiots. Ive had it up to here with the Finance Office. Seriously. Only like 2500 undergraduates in this small liberal arts college, and they act like theyre trying to balance 50,000. Ugh.
But then I got my tax refund check! And called Mar-le-ne! So I mean, it was going good despite the Finance Office's attempts to screw me.
Then I called Susie, who was excited to hear from me. Let me tell you something, coming back some place and being told that you were missed is quite possibly the best thing ever. I missed everybody here so much, and I'm quite used to not having affection mutually exchanged. (See: Me missing my Grandma...Grandma not giving a crap)
We went to Josh's, so it was me Susie Kristy Josh and Rob, then Steve came later on! Yay Steve! We played Setback (Yesssss) and then went to Rita's (Yesssss) then hung out at my dads for a while. Then it was me and Steve watching SNL (Good Times!) and then now just me at the compy. Id go into more detail about the fun I had, and the sociological thoughts I had while chillin in CHicago, or the God stuff thats been coming to mind out of late, but Im friggin tired. Meh.
drainedLet's sum up: Monday was move out day, Grandma and my mom came and we got all my stuff to three places: two boxes in Complex storage, crapload of stuff into the storage space I'm sharing with Kelsey (because she is awesome and is letting me borrow the space for free!) and the rest into Grandma's car for the ride home. Nothing much more important happened here other than me saying goodbye to 3A, to all the peeps of 3A, and of course to Marlene.
I'm still definitely not used to the whole hugging thing, especially in front of my mom. Marlene asked me why it bugs me to have my mom see that I've become a little less physically awkward in terms of affection, and well, I didn't have a straight answer. It just does, I dunno. When I was hugging everybody goodbye, Mar-le-ne was still in her room, so I went to go say goodbye to her and behind me I hear all the "oh man, they'll be in there for 8 hours" and "shes going to come out crying" teasing from everybody else. Ive gotten used to it but what bugged me was my Mom and Grandma were right there. Later my mom made mention of their teasing and I wasn't sure if I found it funny or irritating. Again, all this physical affection crap is new to me, and I'm not quite sure its a good thing/what I want...so maybe having people at home see my so darn huggy makes me feel like theres no turning back. Once my mom sees me affectionate...well...then gosh darn it must mean Ive turned into an affectionate person. And I'm not sure if I want to be an affectionate person or not, I hate to go here but it has been ingrained in me that needing affection like this is a weakness...yet at the same time I can't help liking it. I think that is why it bothers me, in retrospect. Oh well, its summer now and I don't have to worry about all that for another three months, w00t!
Okay, so sorry for that sidetrack. Tuesday we drove to Chicago, that night we took a pretty nifty boat tour. Let me sum up chicago trip quickly: Grandma basically only used picking me up from college as an excuse to go to Chicago where her precious Bulls play. She drives basically 50 mph the whole trip, meaning what can usually be accomplished in 2 days took like 4. Then in Chicago, once she realized she couldnt go see where the Bulls play (they didnt make the playoffs so well...the United Center wasn't open obviously) it was kind of obvious she didnt really have any reason for being in Chicago. When i made a point of leaving early (we originally were supposed to be there until Sat morning) so that we dont just waste time and money, we decided to leave Friday morning. At which point my Grandma decided that there were 80 things she DESPERATELY had to do in Chicago, and we didnt have enough time. Whatever, shes going back next year anyway, to see the Bulls. It doesn't help that shes 70, stubborn, and senile either. Maybe Im just cranky because i was very very intent on going home as quickly as possible, but then again, maybe im pissed because it didnt seem like she could care less that I was there. Thanks Grandma!
Now that my ranting is over, we got home 'round 5 oclock today. I unpacked a bit, set up my computer, got like 6 letters from Gustavus about Financial Aid crap that was sent like a month ago. Of course, they couldn't have sent A SINGLE LETTER into my college PO during the month of April or May. No, they send my mail 1800 miles away to my home address, addressed to me. Idiots. Ive had it up to here with the Finance Office. Seriously. Only like 2500 undergraduates in this small liberal arts college, and they act like theyre trying to balance 50,000. Ugh.
But then I got my tax refund check! And called Mar-le-ne! So I mean, it was going good despite the Finance Office's attempts to screw me.
Then I called Susie, who was excited to hear from me. Let me tell you something, coming back some place and being told that you were missed is quite possibly the best thing ever. I missed everybody here so much, and I'm quite used to not having affection mutually exchanged. (See: Me missing my Grandma...Grandma not giving a crap)
We went to Josh's, so it was me Susie Kristy Josh and Rob, then Steve came later on! Yay Steve! We played Setback (Yesssss) and then went to Rita's (Yesssss) then hung out at my dads for a while. Then it was me and Steve watching SNL (Good Times!) and then now just me at the compy. Id go into more detail about the fun I had, and the sociological thoughts I had while chillin in CHicago, or the God stuff thats been coming to mind out of late, but Im friggin tired. Meh.
