Home Sweet Home

I'm home now for the weekend which is nicer than I was expecting. Yesterday my cousin and I drove down to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving dinner. We ended up getting stuck in a huge traffic jam because there was a really bad accident on the freeway. My cousin had to pee right before we got stuck in the traffic jam, and he had to wait at least a half an hour before we were able to get to the exit. Then there was a line at the bathroom because of the traffic jam. Thankfully, my dad managed to delay dinner until we got there, so I was able to eat real food instead of cafeteria food.
When I got home last night my dogs were so happy to see me, and I was equally happy to see them. It was kind of strange being here at first because my dad's girlfriend has now moved in so everything's changed. The house is actually kind of homey now which is nice. It's way better than what it used to be when it was just my dad and me here. They even now have what my dad calls, "the parlor" basically it's a second living room in the basement. It's nicer than the upstairs living room. I'm currently in the parlor watching Veep because I don't want to do anything right now. Also I don't have a clean clothes so I'm waiting until my laundry is done before I actually do anything today. 

Simplified Lifestyle

I have discovered during my short time here in college that my day to day goals have become very simple. Instead of coming up with little ideas here and there to make my dreams come true, I have officially simplified my life to much smaller objectives. Yesterday, I had made a list of two things I had to accomplish, do the laundry and shower. I managed to finish both of those things by 9. I also had originally planned on finishing my analysis but that did not happen. That's my goal for today as well as getting my boots fixed. The zipper on my Doc Marten's broken, and I've been depressed about it for a whole week. I haven't really had the time to go get it done because I have to walk all the way to the guy who fixes boots, and the whole thing would take approximately an hour to drop them off and do all of that. Also the weather has been pretty bad lately.
Another new development in my life is I think a guy in one of my classes likes me which weirds me out because we're in a group together for a project. He messaged me last night about a different project in that class, and today he asked me if I wanted to work together on it to which I responded I had a lot of stuff to do after class. It was so awkward. I don't know how to handle social situations properly at all. I also decided that even if he doesn't like me he just wants my help for this assignment because I'm the "smart" one everyone gets help from. I'm so done with being that person, but it seems that I'm still that person because I have quite a few people here who ask me for help on a lot of stuff. I was hoping that in college I wouldn't have to be the one everyone checks their answers with. Sure, you meet a lot of people that way, but no one is really interested in being your friend. Oh well, the difference is I actually do have friends here.

Hiding the Truth

I recently found out my roommate is homosexual which doesn't change anything in my opinion, but I thought it was sad that she felt uncomfortable with being able to tell anyone here. All her friends back home, but not many people here know. I also felt bad for her when she asked me if it changed anything, and I told her it didn't because it shouldn't. Also she's a really cool person, and I'm super happy with her as my roommate. It just got me thinking of all the things that I haven't told anyone here, and how I probably won't tell anyone here. With the way some of the girls, even guys, are I doubt they would be able to look at me the same if they knew certain things about. It's also kind of strange at the same time because everyone back home knew a lot of this stuff about me, and even if they didn't know it didn't seem to matter, but here if I did say anything it would matter. I feel like most of the time I have to be very careful with what I say which is not a bad thing I guess. There's a lot of things that I used to say back home that probably weren't the most appropriate or politically correct so I just have to watch out for that kind of thing when I'm talking. Also I'm terrified of anyone asking me about my dating history or anything like that because it's been kind of messy, and I think most of the girls here are virgins, and I'm not. I think they're all the waiting for marriage types whereas for me it's kind of too late for that. It will also make it difficult to date anyone here because everyone is looking for "the one" and other Christians, and I don't meet that criteria. Not to mention most guys here seem to want their girlfriends to be the pure types, and I'm not that either never really have been. My thoughts are too dark for that. 

The Holidays are Here... Again

My Halloween was pretty interesting. First of all, I didn't really do anything for the day of Halloween, but I did the day before Halloween. All the campus Halloween stuff was the Friday before so my friends and I dressed up on Friday and went to the dance for the costume contest and the haunted house. I wasn't originally going to dress up, but I changed my mind after I saw how many other people were dressing up. I decided to go as "blackmail," which meant I dressed all in black and taped envelopes to myself. I had quite a few people ask me what I was since it wasn't very obvious. A cute guy that I've never talked to before asked me what I was because he thought I was someone else. So my only conversation with one of the guys I actually find attractive on campus was to tell him I had dressed up as blackmail. I have no idea how things like this happen to me.
Also I had to talk to my dad yesterday about how I'm getting home for Thanksgiving because last month he had changed his mind from the original plan. It turns out we're sticking with the original plan after much deliberation through text message. I'm getting a ride to my grandma's house from cousin. For some reason my dad had decided that he didn't like that idea until my grandma said my cousin was going to give me a ride to her house. He also went on to tell me that my dog ran away after he bought her a bed fit for Lady Gaga's dog, and that my dog shows no gratitude. After that he said he put the little boy who was running off with her in our creepy neighbor's trunk. And I said that seemed harsh, and he agreed and said he had seemed like a nice little boy too. Just in case no one caught on he was being completely sarcastic about the whole scenario.