Spirits Cling to Dust

I had this huge list of things to do this week. AF makes fun of my incessant list making and is constantly finding yellow and blue post-it notes everywhere. There is just too much going on in my life to remember to wash my hair. So, I make a list and promptly add “Wash Hair” at the top. I also get a lot of satisfaction crossing things off. In fact, sometimes I will write down a new “to do” just to cross it off because I’ve already done it. This may be slightly OCD but I’m not EB or AF in their over abundant OCD factors. For instance, I would mess with AF in her dorm room by moving all of her weird little figurines around and then watch her move them all back. And well EB takes 25 minutes to brush his teeth and must wash his hands like 3 times before going out. So yes I have my lists. But they are important. I need some way to remember all of my chores, homework, and errands. So I made this list of things to do before school starts next week. One of the most important (to me anyway) was to finish putting my CDs on my PC for my MP3 player. AF got me this great MP3 player that has 40Gs. So I sat down to do this today (after cleaning the entire apartment – I’ll get to that in a moment). And what do I realize … that our PC is equipped with only 20G of space! So I walk over to my post-it and beside the MP3 entry I write, “Buy new computer.” Just another reason why I hate our computer. It is slow, dies all of the time (we now get a gray screen of death because we figure it is too depressed to turn blue anymore). I think I will scream if I see the giant cursor of pain again. You know the one. It is like DOS only you can use your cursor – a cursor that takes up the entire screen except for the fact that there aren’t any icons to click on. We actually did go look at computers yesterday but I have no idea what I’m talking about. It is like shopping for a car and the salesman realizes you don’t know what torque or the pounds per second ratio is so he immediately switches to “look at the vanity mirror.” The Circuit City people can just see us coming and after talking about Mhz for about a second they immediately will switch to “look at the pretty screen savers it comes with.”

So it is New Year’s Eve. Woo! A chance to celebrate and drink way too much. I’m excited about it all. I’m going to a small gathering of friends so I’m happy that I’m not going to a really loud bar and way too huge party. For those of you that don’t know, my GF is Japanese. 5th generation. I thought she had been all Americaned up. But every once and a while out comes so wholly unexpected tradition that we have to adhere to. Hmmm. Let me think of an example. Oh wait. I know. CLEANING ON NEW YEAR’S EVE. Our first year of living together brought me this realization. We have to Spring Clean on New Year’s Eve. I’m not sure where Spring Cleaning came from or if it is a white, German or Jewish tradition. It is just what my Mom did and everyone else’s mom did in the SPRING. So our first year together we didn’t go do ANYTHING on NYE. No, we stayed home and cleaned. I was pissed. I said, “I have a tradition too. It is getting shitfaced with a bunch of friends.” So we compromised. We (and by we I mean me) now clean the day before or early in the day so as not to interfere with my tradition of alcohol poisoning. So here is to ushering out the spirits of the old year and bringing in the spirits of a new year. I even threw out the Swifter to be sure.

My X is Gone

So I finally have all of my grades in now. Woo! I got an A in Finance and an A- in Law. I hate the stupid minuses. They drop your GPA eventhough it is really an A but it is more like a B. My GPA is now the same as it was before 3.83 (still .02 off of AFs). I start my intersession class on the 4th and I only will have ONE EFFIN DAY off between intersession and regular spring session. Stupid school. Why did I decide to go? If you know, then please tell me. I’m in the number one rated writing school and what do I go for… BUSINESS.

Well christmas is over and I have to admit it was fun. I got to hang out with one of my oldest and bestest friends ever since she was back from Ohio. I hate that we live so far away from each other. I hope that when she graduates she will finally move to DC and NOT stay in Cumberland.

We got to see the small and cute nephews. I heard “Auntie you have a stinky butt” about four thousand times but it was great. He loves his Backhoe that he got for xmas. So I taught him to a new application of the phrase “Backhoe.” His mom didn’t find it funny though.

“Eat your dinner” says his mom
“Backhoe” screams the nephew
“MKD!” says his mom

Sigh. Family. Well, not my family but AF’s family. They did get me some great gifts though. I got The Eyre Affair and am loving this book. It is much more suitable to read on the metro although I caught myself laughing out loud a few times. I was reading Juilette by de Sade. Although this book is “interesting,” it really isn’t metro material. I mean with the Nuns and Priests #1$%!@ their charges (and by charges I mean little girls). I wonder why de Sade was imprisoned. Hmmm. When I read a great book (speaking of Eyre Affair and not de Sade) I really miss my Denny’s late night sessions with SD and EB. Actually I miss them a lot anyway. This is why it is weird that I may not see them on New Year’s Eve. It will be like the first time we didn’t do it together and why they should come down and go to the party here. Hoping anyway.

Sigh my last free weekend until May. May!

Holiday Socks and christmas Orbs

So it is almost Christmas. Everyone at work is in a good mood, chocolate and good wishes abound. My boss is out until the first of the year as well. I guess I just haven’t been inculcated with good Christmas cheer. And another thing…I’m going to stop capitalizing “Christmas.”

I found out that my GFs mom actually made me a christmas sock. It has my name hand stitched and everything. So now our socks hang as one above the fire place. I have to say my favorite part of the holiday is the tree. I love the twinkling lights, resplendent orbs, and garland. Oh the garland. Love it. Yes, the tree is small or a “midget tree” as some (SD) would call it. But I care not. I guess if you aren’t born celebrating a holiday then you really never get into it. I’m not a xmas hater though. I do like it. I’m just not filled with the holiday goodness.

I’m not going to christmas mass (eventhough I know we will be asked). Why you may ask? Well, I don’t really “celebrate” christmas (see previous paragraph) and I’m not catholic. I think it is weird that everyone gets all religious around this time and how homeless people only need to eat during Thanksgiving and christmas. This of course would make sense if Jesus had in fact been born even around December (except for homeless people eating – they are typically hungry on a year round basis). But then again that is why I make a good Jehovah Jew. And my parents lucked out because they didn’t have to celebrate not one holiday.

I finally have New Years plans. My friends in town are having a small gathering. This excites me because:
1. I don’t have to drive to Cumberland
2. I now have plans
3. Drinking will be encouraged
4. I don’t have to drive to Cumberland

My last grade is in. The X turned to a blank space and then back to X again. I know they know. Just post the damn grades already!

Life and More Life

So this has been a crazy few weeks. My life has been super busy with work and school. Living day to day and not really living that much at all. I got to see my bestest friends in the whole world two weekends in a row which was really nice. Drinking and sex stories are the bonds that never tire and never weaken.I haven’t found out my grades yet for this semester. Well, mainly because I haven’t finished my finals. I’m trying to keep my GPA above 3.80 so I can have a chance at beating my GF (3.84). But alas I already got one B+ so another one will knock me down. She is super smart and at times (by “at times” I mean “most of the time”) can kick my ass. I tried to beat her at chess once but then found out that she was in Chess Club in high school. Chess Club! I had that realization that I was dating that person I beat up in high school. Not like it matters now. Funny how high school doesn’t matter anymore. It used to be everything. Then you go back home and see the head cheerleader working at a diner and knocked up and you think “wow, I’m so much better than her. Could I get another cup of coffee? Thanks.” So I guess high school does still matter. I was wrong.(Oh and I found out that Heather is prego. Double weird.)So Thursday I got that call that I thought would never happen. You see the blinking voicemail light and you think “I really hope Dr. Smith isn’t calling back again. How fucking hard can it be to attach a word document to an email?” But no it was my sister. “Hey. This is Becca. You need to call home as soon as possible.” Click. Chills. Heart beats a little faster. I was so sure that my Grandmother had fallen or something had happened to her. She hasn’t been herself lately. Growing older, loss of hearing, sick. But no. My mom’s tests came back positive. She has breast cancer. She had some lumps removed about 6 years ago and didn’t deal well with it then. She had a hard time leaving the house or doing anything much at all. But now she has a great support system. I tried not to think about it though. I haven’t even cried. I don’t cry much. I feel like I’m dealing like my father deals with everything. Be strong, don’t worry about it, and it will go away eventually. Too bad cancer doesn’t work like that.

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