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"that was the worst christmas ever!" - sufjan stevens |
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marsha called yesterday afternoon and we decided it would be beneficial for the entire world if we hung out for a while. so we went and grabbed some coffee before adventuring.
we rolled up to the school where the playground used to be and reminisced for a bit. soon, though, it was decided that we actually needed to play, so we were off to sibley park. as i was swinging, i felt a drop of something wet hit my bottom lip. snow! it started light at first but got heavier pretty quick.
we decided to head out to breezy to see if the resort wasa worth going to. we figured we could eat, but were completely wrong. the place was deserted. of course, i suppose it being a holiday weekend, people want to see their families. so we stopped at liz's for a few minutes before we headed back to marsha's for the night.
we did the whole "share stories until 2 am" thing, which is always great.
and, of course, i have a few pictures. i took a few, but it'll probably be some time before i pull 'em off my camera. ( marsha took these ones )
today i was making a sandwich and was randomly struck with the realization that coming home doesn't really feel like i'm doing that at all. whenever a break approaches i get all excited to come back to pequot. i seem to always forget that really, the only benefit is my awesome bed. i like my family but i never see them and even if i do, it's just kind of.. sitting and staring. i look forward to the big family dinners on thanksgiving and christmas and whatnot, because people actually talk... until we lose interest in each other.
i anticipate this as being the last time i spend a significant amount of time here. it's probably just going to be holidays from now on. it sounds kind of mean, actually, but... i don't know. i guess i have kind of an unfulfilling home life. i mentally compared it to being a guest in my own house, but an univited one. almost an inconvenience. mostly to my dad, really.
but enough of that. i acquired sufjan's "songs for christmas" today. all you naysayers can bite your tongues [insert winky face]. there's stuff on here that even you may appreciate: the classics, such as "little drummer boy," "silent night," "o holy night," and more. i sound like an advertisement.
then of course there's distinct sufjan songs, like "hey guys! it's christmas time!" and "did i make you cry on christmas? (well, you deserved it!)"
i think i'll be taking a page from someone else's book and listen to nothing else for the rest of the holiday season.
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