Another weekend, another failure to keep track of things I should be keeping track of. Ugh. I did chew a rather hefty dent in The Omnivore’s Dilemma… about 150 more pages to plow through before the first exam. Not that daunting of a task though, since it is actually a very interesting book. Nothing in there that shocks me, and most of it I already knew, but it’s still a rather delicious read.

Tomorrow, I need to try and catch up on Micro, and see if I can’t figure out the rest of the German work we were left to do.  It’s gotten to a point, it seems, where we’re being expected to complete assignments before we’ve even covered the things we need to know for said assignments… sort of like your Friday quizzes to test you on what you learned during the week being moved to Monday before you’ve learned it (I desperately need to buy that movie, by the by).  I’ll give it my best, but I really expect a bit more instruction for this ~$1k-per-class price tag.  If I wanted a teach-yourself deal, I would’ve stayed with my $10 set of cds.

Ah yes, I almost forgot.  One major accomplishment of the weekend which fills me with glee… I managed to nail a reasonably priced flight down to Tampa for Christmas and New Year’s, on top of my previously scheduled Thanksgiving trip.  Feels strange having two flights tucked away at once in my wallet.  Now I’ve just got to figure out when and how to break it to the folks that I’m not going to be around…

New Year’s.  That… yeah, how am I going to feel about that day?  So much to reflect on, there.  So many changes over the past nine months already… so much more happiness and comfort.  More movement and progress.  More love.  More laughter.  It’s been one hell of a remarkable year.  It blows my mind every single day.  Standing on THE day when everything changed… seeing where I’ve been and where I am today… well.  Wow?  It should be interesting.  And nothing less than fantastic, considering I am one of those goofballs that just loves, loves the idea of facenibbling at the ball drop.  Teehee.

Handfasting fell apart because I should really learn to not trust friends so recklessly… especially when they’ll make it feel like your fault for trying to dance around their schedule for an event that has nothing to do with them at all. In a fit of disappointed rage, my phone got all nice and destroyed upside a wall. So now I’m using an old L7 that only halfway works, desperately trying to find a cheap phone/mp3 player that uses an M2 chip. This isn’t looking promising. I also ran a stoplight and a stop sign, for being so pleasantly distracted. And I felt horrible about this, until I checked my email and found that Kev missed his connection from Charlotte to Tampa for about the same reasons. Now I feel horrible about that instead
Well, not really horrible. I just know how much I always hated being stuck between places under such circumstances, giving you the “why did I even attempt leaving” brand of emo and blah.

All these major snafus aside… well, you can imagine, right? I had a wonderful time doing mostly nothing… just being close, and laughing, and holding, and staring, smiling, loving, driving. We did manage to hold to a few of our plans, one being OMFG DAET NITE AT TEH MOVIEZ, watching the new X-Files movie. It was a good movie, but it was more like “A Plot That Just Happens To Have Mulder and Scully In It”. There was one part that absolutely terrified me, but it had nothing to do with the oogah-boogah plot. Hah.

I just… god. This isn’t fun. I do not like the “being ripped from your side” deal that comes with all this. I want him back… here… now. Or me there. Anywhere. Him need want augh. And if this schedule is reading right… it might be another two months before I get time off. And that, my friends, fucking blows. Can’t say I’m happy about that at all…

But, at least, I should be able to swing the cost without problems. Student loans rawk. And with classes kicking in so soon, I don’t have much time to dwell and be emo. Hopefully staying busy with classes will make the time go by faster than the slow-drag between my last visit and his. Crazy how the shortest wait felt like the longest… urgh.

Anyhow, I am hungry. And tired. And sore. I think I ought to choke some food down and lie down. SIGH.