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Its reading week! Yes, that glorious time that comes around every quarter where I sleep past noon every single day of the week and despite my better intentions accomplish literally nothing. By the end of it all I'll be a lazy unmotivated braindead lump, just in time to get Cs on my finals and churn out a really incomprehensibly bad 10-page paper. Then home for break and better luck next quarter. Its nice that I've given in to this routine... no, seriously.
Had a pretty good Thanksgiving mini-break. Spent Thursday in Needham at my Aunt & Uncle's house, with a large chunk of my mother's side of the family and three dogs (Ollie, who belongs to my cousin and his girlfriend, Luna, who is Ollie's mother and belongs to my cousin's girlfriend's mother, and CB, short for CryBaby who belongs to my other cousin and his wife.) Then went out to Chatham and spent that night through Saturday morning in the new house, which I had never been inside before. It seems like a pretty sweet set up and I can see why my parents leapt at the chance to buy it. Still, its weird to think that we don't own our old house at the Cape anymore... weirder still because the new house is like two blocks down the street from it.
Friday was spent with my sister, Kate, and her fiancee, Wilson and his family, the Owens. I like Wilson a lot, and am totally comfortable with the idea of him being my brother-in-law. Nevertheless all this wedding talk and noise about his parents visiting Hartford for the first time and stuff generates a lot of anxiety in me that I can't quite put my finger on. Theories, anyone?
Drove back early on Saturday (by which I mean I left at noon) and was in West Hartford by 4 o'clock-ish. Met up with Jon and spent the evening chilling with him and talking about stuff. Brainstormed a little about Mage, maybe not as much as he needed but I have faith in his ability to Storytell a really solid game. Talked briefly about the possibility of my running something over Winter Break, which I'd really like to do. But we'll see whether anything materializes - that break is always shorter than I imagine it will be.
Ran into a portion of the old crew from Kingswood at Chili's when Jon and I went out to dinner: Tara, Aisha, Tabitha, Kate, Nicole Guanco and some guy who may or may not have been Tara's boyfriend. Jon got himself agitated talking about them, I think almost entirely out of habit, but I chilled him out and reminded him that he doesn't actually care, as such. After that it was better. Sometimes I entertain the wish that I were a better person, that I had the depth of faith to maintain friendships with those people - they, after all, are still good friends with one another. But mostly I just can't be bothered, and truth be told it'd be a hard thing to get started after all this time. I tried so hard to have a life for myself here, and now I do, but... I dunno...
Jon and I ran out of steam earlier in the evening than we expected to, due partially to a massive loss of momentum brought on by an hour of hanging out with Robbie and his stoner hoodlum friends. Not to mention his girlfriend's friends, some of whom may have been twelve and were swilling beer with the rest of them. The whole thing was massively morbidly depressing and made me want to stab my eye out with a pencil. Ended up at Tisane sipping hot chocolate and lamenting that neither of us had gotten our acts together about visiting with Kat. In the end we called Sara and chilled with her for a few hours before I decided to head home and catch my obligatory four hours of sleep before my ass-early plane ride today.
Jon saw Lucky Boys Confusion tonight in Boston. I spent the day out of it, napping on and off and playing the Sims. Stupid flights. When I landed in Chicago, the little girl in the row in front of me turned to her mother and, without warning or ceremony, projectile-vomited all over her. Just Chicago's way of welcoming me home, I guess. Sam's not back until tomorrow, to my dismay, although we discussed intensely vaguely the plan of her calling up when she gets in and just climbing straight into bed with me (to sleep you idiots. I have a roommate. Sheesh.) Hope that happens but suspect that it may not. Oh well.
Had a pretty good Thanksgiving mini-break. Spent Thursday in Needham at my Aunt & Uncle's house, with a large chunk of my mother's side of the family and three dogs (Ollie, who belongs to my cousin and his girlfriend, Luna, who is Ollie's mother and belongs to my cousin's girlfriend's mother, and CB, short for CryBaby who belongs to my other cousin and his wife.) Then went out to Chatham and spent that night through Saturday morning in the new house, which I had never been inside before. It seems like a pretty sweet set up and I can see why my parents leapt at the chance to buy it. Still, its weird to think that we don't own our old house at the Cape anymore... weirder still because the new house is like two blocks down the street from it.
Friday was spent with my sister, Kate, and her fiancee, Wilson and his family, the Owens. I like Wilson a lot, and am totally comfortable with the idea of him being my brother-in-law. Nevertheless all this wedding talk and noise about his parents visiting Hartford for the first time and stuff generates a lot of anxiety in me that I can't quite put my finger on. Theories, anyone?
Drove back early on Saturday (by which I mean I left at noon) and was in West Hartford by 4 o'clock-ish. Met up with Jon and spent the evening chilling with him and talking about stuff. Brainstormed a little about Mage, maybe not as much as he needed but I have faith in his ability to Storytell a really solid game. Talked briefly about the possibility of my running something over Winter Break, which I'd really like to do. But we'll see whether anything materializes - that break is always shorter than I imagine it will be.
Ran into a portion of the old crew from Kingswood at Chili's when Jon and I went out to dinner: Tara, Aisha, Tabitha, Kate, Nicole Guanco and some guy who may or may not have been Tara's boyfriend. Jon got himself agitated talking about them, I think almost entirely out of habit, but I chilled him out and reminded him that he doesn't actually care, as such. After that it was better. Sometimes I entertain the wish that I were a better person, that I had the depth of faith to maintain friendships with those people - they, after all, are still good friends with one another. But mostly I just can't be bothered, and truth be told it'd be a hard thing to get started after all this time. I tried so hard to have a life for myself here, and now I do, but... I dunno...
Jon and I ran out of steam earlier in the evening than we expected to, due partially to a massive loss of momentum brought on by an hour of hanging out with Robbie and his stoner hoodlum friends. Not to mention his girlfriend's friends, some of whom may have been twelve and were swilling beer with the rest of them. The whole thing was massively morbidly depressing and made me want to stab my eye out with a pencil. Ended up at Tisane sipping hot chocolate and lamenting that neither of us had gotten our acts together about visiting with Kat. In the end we called Sara and chilled with her for a few hours before I decided to head home and catch my obligatory four hours of sleep before my ass-early plane ride today.
Jon saw Lucky Boys Confusion tonight in Boston. I spent the day out of it, napping on and off and playing the Sims. Stupid flights. When I landed in Chicago, the little girl in the row in front of me turned to her mother and, without warning or ceremony, projectile-vomited all over her. Just Chicago's way of welcoming me home, I guess. Sam's not back until tomorrow, to my dismay, although we discussed intensely vaguely the plan of her calling up when she gets in and just climbing straight into bed with me (to sleep you idiots. I have a roommate. Sheesh.) Hope that happens but suspect that it may not. Oh well.
