I’m tempted to take the lyrics of “It’s the most wonderful time of the year” and change the hook from “There’ll be parties for hosting, marshmallows for toasting and caroling out in the snow” to “There be no paper grading, term papers for writing and sitting through three hour class.”
I sang it this way as I drove the hour home. When I got home from school today, by home I should clarify my parent’s house and went outside to do yard work. Writing this statement makes me feel quite loserish. I guess, being a dork is difficult to mask. I wonder sometimes if people go through the day trying to mask something lame about them. I know I do, but for some reason I don’t hide how much I love gardening.
I’m also starting to wonder if it is considered dorky to love Christmas. I cant’ stand the sound of my dad chewing. As I type this I’m thinking I need to move to another room because the combination of silverware, his talking with his mouthful and his chewing soft food as if it is cement is graining my brain. I’m glad I’m not too far away from my quiet apartment. It’s good to know I don’t have to stay here.
What’s the holiday season if not a time to be irritated by family?
I love how you stray from one topic to another with stream of consciousness…it’s so cathartic.