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12.12.2013
Roommate's home for not 10 minutes and already she's fucking her boyfriend in the next room. And a cat ripped my earphones apart.
Good evening, everyone.
I just had couple smokes and I'm feeling right as rain. It's funny how not being 'addicted' to smoking makes me feel as though I want some. I don't know if I care if that doesn't make sense. I've had a habit lately of forgetting to bring them with me, so over the past month, every time I've wanted one I couldn't have it. But, you know, absence makes the ashes sweeter.
University is over for the semester. No exams makes for a lot of empty days filled with no homework or studying or cramming or drink--- well, empty days make for fuller glasses, let's put it that way. Wine wine wine wine wine. Need I say more?
All this nothing has got me bored out of my mind, though. I sleep and snack and nap and eat and in between I watch countless movies on Netflix. This lull of learning has allowed me to catch up and also finish a few tv series that I'd been meaning to delve into the last 5 months. Finished Archer. Finished Game of Thrones. Finished Family Guy. Now I have Futurama, and I gotta' say that show doesn't't miss a beat.
My work has been giving me a couple extra shifts, thank god. Due to my over-extended Christmas vacation I will be broke. Broke on Vacation, you ask? What a sad story, says you. And indeed you are correct. My banks shall be woefully vacant during my holiday. That's why I'm lapping up all the excess hours at my job, even though I'd rather violently headbang to screamo than work in a mall over Christmas.
It's all for the End-Game I tell myself. Even though I have no idea what it is.
My vacation is going to essentially be a week-long circus. 13 people in Banff for Christmas. Steven's family, my family, my sister's boyfriend and two Korean exchange students who are being dragged along for who knows why. It's going to be loud. It's going to be exhausting. It's going to be -40 degrees celsius. But honestly, I think I'm going to have a blast. First Christmas with my man. Broke, stressed, but happy.
Steven is amazing as usual. Our relationship is going strong, though sometimes I feel like we don't do much. And I suppose that is somewhat true. We watch a lot of movies together, play a lot of video games together, drink a lot of coffee. And it's lovely, but it makes me cringe when I think of all the other stuff we are not doing. And what those essential relationship things are I cannot say. I've been wracking my brain the last few days, trying to come up with a couple more activities that two desolately broke nerds can do together, and all I can think of is $1 bowling night.
Any suggestions? Anything. Seriously. I need help. I love the guy to death, but I can't take all this inside-ness. Fresh air please.