So here we are, doing this whole New Year’s deal again. I figured I might attempt to write some stuff out while I’m hungry and delirious and waiting for Kev to get his sweet smackable ass out of the shower. SMACK!

I got thinking about this as I was sitting out on the back porch, enjoying a choice, high-grade smoke (Marlboro) and talking about the glaring lack of plans we have for tomorrow. Not like I care. I don’t think I’ve ever had a New Year’s celebration to go off well for years. Last year was pretty much destroyed by breaking up with the ex. The year before was riddled with panic attacks in the wilds of Scotland (Aberdeen — dude… “wilds” is fitting on New Year I MEAN LIKE NO JOKE LULZ [huh?]). Before that was the fantastic experience of blacking out and coming to with some dude fucking me while I just silently prayed he’d get off, go away, and I could pretend it never happened. Year before that, my first and last experimentation with smokes beyond tobacco, which was a huge paranoid catastrophe. I think the New Year before that was fairly good, though. So it isn’t always fail.

And I can’t imagine this one being fail in any capacity. I mean, honestly? For real? I’d be perfectly content getting all jacked-up on sugar and caffeine, and crashing on the couch all snuggled-up and comfy. But that’s all I ever want to do any night. Sugar. Caffeine. Cuddle.

But this isn’t about what I want to do next year. This is about what I’ve done last year. And… well, yes, one thing dominates the whole handful of months: meeting Kev. Read the rest of this entry »

Packed up, checked in, boarding passes printed, and ready to roll. I’m absolutely amazed at the awesome power of Space Bags. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Space Bags are the best thing to ever happen to Planet Earth. FO SHEEZY. With all my shit all nice and compressed, I had ample space to get lappy packed for travel, too. So I’ll be able to check in on the online-world a wee bit more often than if I had to steal Kev’s compy.

I’m also clean, groomed, and smelling of oranges. I fucking rock.

Since I’m not gonna be home for x-mess, Mom decided tonight was Christmas Eve. I opened my pressies, and had them open theirs. Being skint as I am this year, I couldn’t afford much better than your run-of-the-mill gift-set, but they were chuffed: a box of Walkers Shortbread cookies, Earl Grey and English Breakfast tea, and a pair of mugs. Aye… some things I’ve carried back from over The Pond will never fade… we loves us some fukkin’ Walkers.

It’s just too bad I couldn’t get anyone else to like Marmite. SIGH. Ahhh I remember last Christmas, I got a leetle pot of Marmite, and had my brother try it… and he strained his neck, he was gagging so hard. Hahahah.

[pottymouth]
OH HELL I COULD TOTALLY BRING MARMITE. YES. I AM PACKING SOME MARMITE RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I WILL TORTURE THE FUCK OUT OF KEV WITH SOME MOTHERFUCKING MARMITE, YEAH!!
[/pottymouth]

As for my motherlode, I have a nice warm set of flannel sheets (RAWK!), a half dozen little ceramic jars for my herbs and botanicals, and a pair of latte mugs I fell in lurve with, each emblazoned with “Naughty” and “Nice” on either side. All I have to do is swich hands, and BAM! People will know what I’m all about that day. HA! Ah love eet!

I can’t lie… I’m gonna miss being with the fam this Christmas. Thanksgiving wasn’t a big deal, because we really don’t do Thanksgiving much. Christmas, though… yeah, that’s different. I love the family, the baking, setting up the Christmas Night party spread, cranking tunes. I love the Wensleydale, the Appleton, my spinach cheese balls and whatever heavily herbed cheeses look good that year. But who knows when the next time will be when Kev and I can spend Christmas with his crew? I am kind of stealing him away from everything down there… so it’s only right that I pop down this time around. We’ll have a few years-worth of of cheese-fest, at least.

Hmm.

Welp. I guess there’s only one thing left to say:

Kev: “I’m so gay. There’s something about you that makes you a dude.” [slight pause] “What a horrible thing to say!”
Me: “No, no… well if it helps, everyone online thinks I’m a dude until I’m like, ‘No, no, I have tits, seriously.’”
Kev: “…well bring ‘em here!”
Me: [chuckles]

Wait, no, that wasn’t it. I mean:

Happy Holidays, everyone

After last week’s 7-day stay with Kevbot for Thanksgiving, I pretty much stomped my feet and spat and screamed about how 10 days over Christmas break was SO not enough.  So I checked on extending my stay.  Changing my itinerary would’ve cost an arm and a leg, so I decided to just not show up for the original return flight and book a separate one for about 70% less.  Which, in a round-about way, was actually already paid for, since Kev shoved some bills in my hand and told me to go crazy on Black Friday.  I didn’t do that, and was trying to figure out a clever way of giving it back to him… I guess considering it as a purchase for more time is a good enough way.  At least, it’s a way that we’ll both get a kick out of.  Plus I get to giggle over going, “oh, oopsie-doodle, I missed my flight” [yawn/snog/buttgrab].  It’s all pretty WIN.

So… fuck yes.  Just have to make it through finals-hell before I get to have two and a half weeks of IN YO FACE.  Mmph.  Yessss. Then after that… to just survive the next few months til living arrangements get arranged.  That’s gonna be a bite in the side.  *flail*

Fair, productive day so far.  I have my paper for tomorrow almost finished… just need to wrap up the ending and clean up the edges to make sure it doesn’t sound like a retarded seventh-grader wrote it (which is about how I feel right now, and not for lack of self-esteem… just out of sheer exhaustion).  Then to just get caught up on my German.  Half ugh, half yay.  I still rather enjoy it, but for the life of me, I can’t remember any of the fucking verbs.  I think, should I ever attempt a trip to  Germany or Austria, I’ll just resign myself to being the idiot that says weird shit like “me plate” and “you car?”

At least I can sound like a proper caveman.  Can you imagine if I said “I plate”?  Pah!

Anyway, I failed to mention last night that Dad is back home, because I was freakin’ tired.  I twittered it, though, so you can’t say you weren’t informed… you can only say “I didn’t look hard enough for the information.”  So take that.  But yes, Dad is home, and sore, but I’m happy to have him back to Diddly-Dadding around.

Now I guess I should actually start working on that homework I was talking about.  But not before “wow”ing over how amazing it is to feel so loved by such a wonderful manboy.  Sometimes I get so happy I could barf.  And I hope it’s not like, barf barf.  I would think love-barf should be made of glitter and roses.  But I don’t think glitter is something a body synthesises.  Maybe roses, if you’re a vessel for the Holy Virgin, but glitter?  Nah.  I digress!  No one has brought me such happiness, fulfillment, and contentment before.  It’d almost be like ‘peace’ were it not for us both being kind of childishly chaotic.  I think it’s as close to ‘peace’ as either of us will ever get.  And it’s pretty damned nice.

I’m fairly certain Porktober is the KOL version of October, anyway.

So I had my weekend with Kev, which SUCKED cos of only a weekend, but for “only a weekend” it was something like total awesome.  Want to hear what we did?  Well sir, we pretty much did nothing.  A whole lot of it.  Just… had ourselves a weekend.  I drove up to Cincy and picked him up on Saturday at around noon, when we blasted down to G-town to stuff our faces full of chinese food wrapped in bacon.  Everything is better when it’s wrapped in bacon, I guess.  Farted around at Big Lots to look (found a frickin’ sweet extra-wide recliner that we are pretty much in love with), then Kohl’s to replace some sunglasses I lost (with the added bonus of browsing through housewares for more big-eyed-deers).  Blasted back here, chilled for a couple of hours, went out again for dinner.  Fell asleep watching Across the Universe.  Woke ourselves up again and started playing with glowsticks (lol glostix!).  It was the most fun I’ve had with glowsticks since Dad loaded the shotgun with army surplus and splattered the yard in toxic glowy goo.

Sunday was along the same lines of doing noooothing.  Slept in til late, had lunch, went out and bought some sidewalk chalk, and tore up the playground at Eastside (a few shots are up on Flickr).  Ran out of chalk, so I started playing on all the playground stuff, telling stories while he watched and laughed.  Went down the hill and found a couple of balls by the fencerow, which kept us entertained for another hour and a half before deciding to go out and have dinner, followed by some pretty frigid stargazing, all wrapped-up/snuggled-up in a blanket on the skate ramps at River Road park.

What follows that is a lot of emo.  Cos of leaving.  And leaving sucks.  So hard.  I know it’s only til Thanksgiving, but that is so far away from now… damnit.

It was absoultely wonderful, though.  And much needed.  And just flat out right.

Dashed off after the airport to go to class, slept through most of it, came home to take a nap, but as usually happens when I try to nap on-command… no nap.  I’ll try and settle down again shortly, cos of fucking TIRED.