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||[Dec. 21st, 2009|11:06 pm]
There's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground right now. I have legitimately not been outside in over two days. I stay up until four in the morning and wake up at one in the afternoon. It's back to Maine on the 27th so I can go have winter classes, so I'm having my only "break" time in a state of severe hyperbole. It's wonderful. That said, all my grades went up and MY GPA WENT DOWN. What the fuck UMF, what the fuck.
I've got chemistry over winter break, then I'm still doing four classes for the spring (two lit classes, French and some intense Photoshippin' with possibly coding mixed in) as well as staying on the Flyer staff and, hopefully, doing all their layout and photography. I will officially be "busy." Weeeeird. But there's nice weekend with Ethan at Sunday River next semester, so, that's okay.
Other than that, I'm waiting to get back to Maine. Sure, I have class, but at least I'll be around people that aren't my family. I'm paying Ethan $120 to stay in his room for the month, which means I'm staying with three other roommates, who are all male: Tedford, Chris and Drew. (The first couple times I mentioned this to my father, I daresay I spotted a twitch.) Doug will be around, and so will Dave, Christina and a couple other people. I'll probably get in touch with Dustin and see him again for I miss the boy. Of course, there will be snowboarding. I plan to spend quality time throwing myself down mountains, as well as some other trips, mayhaps. I know we don't have a lot of money, but going down to Augusta or Auburn or, hell, even North Conway again, to have some lulz and maybe get some clothes that are on sale is fun. It'd also help if what happened with Michaela hadn't happened, but that's a whole different story of social drama and lameness.
I got a pirate shirt while we were in North Conway. I want to show you, but I accidentally left it at Ethan's house in the massive speedfest that was moving out of my dorm room and moving some of my stuff to the apartment and taking some of it home and strapping a Christmas tree to the top of my car and driving home like that.
Yeah, you heard right. I went with Ethan, an hour and a half before I was slated to hit the highway last Thursday, hacked down a tree, strapped it to the top of my little SUV and drove home like that. For the record, it was a relatively harrowing journey as it was extremely windy until half way through Massachusetts, causing the tree to rock the entire car. Our top speed was about 60 MPH, causing us to be about forty five minutes behind. Poor Casey, I made her stay awake 'cos I was exhausted. I'm sorry I didn't take pictures of this now, but there wasn't time since we were trying to stay on schedule.
Time for Oreos.