Quirrel: “You came back?” Voldemort: “I came home!”
Day 5: Favorite line from AVPS.
Lupin: “I’ll ignore that some of you are late, if you ignore that I am the latest.”
Harry: “I was in a car with my parents when we crashed…into a crocodile. My parents got eaten, but then the crocodile took out a knife and gave me this scar. At least, that’s what my liar aunt and uncle told me.”
Day 6: Favorite Pairing.
Either Scarfy and Sorty (Wizard God, yes!) or Sirius and Remus (It feels so good to hug and kiss you again!)
Day 7: Who is your favorite member from Starkid?
Brian Holden. He wrote hilarious lines, was fabulous as Flopsy in Me And My Dick, and made me cry from laughter in AVPS.
Now when you split it up, it sounds like a normal amount of math homework. An hour a day during the school week, with approximately 15 problems each day. Not too shabby.
BUT, and there is a giant BUT(t) in the room other than my own, I have to log at least 3 hours each week in what the devil hath christened the “Math Lab” in order to receive credit for this class. And unfortunately, the Math Lab is on the COMPLETE other side of campus from my dorm and/or any of my classes. This means the only two days I can go there without interrupting my crazy ass schedule or going at nine pm are Mondays and Fridays. WHICH MEANS I will be putting in at least 1.5 if not the entire 3 hours in the math lab in one sitting on one day. This is horrifying. I want to quit college.
It’s especially going to suck because I don’t have next Monday as an option since the Math Lab is closed in observance of Labor Day. All-day Friday math-day, here I come!
It’s bizarre. Half of me feels like I came home and this is where I belong. We ate a family dinner, I went swimming in my pool, and I’m about to curl up in my bed and go to sleep. It feels great after being at college for a week
But there’s a strange other part that feels like now I’m on vacation. Even though my thought process was that I was packing things to come home, I only packed a small bag as though I am simply going away for a weekend. So it’s like…I’m coming home, but I’m also going away from where I’m living, which I guess can be considered my home. I’ve “slipped” and referred to the dorm as home a couple of times, but it still feels kind of weird in my mouth. Right now typing this on the computer, I feel like I’m on some sort of vacation or leave of absense. I don’t feel like I don’t belong in my house or anything, but something has changed. It just feels…off.
Also, as the people who know me in the real world probably are aware, my parents are moving now that I’m in college. No idea of when yet because the house still has to sell, but it is in the semi-near future. And I’ve been okay with that. My dad wanted to move a few years ago, but my mom thought I had some sentimental attachment to this house since I’ve lived here my entire life. I laughed and said that was silly, and that selling the house wouldn’t bother me one bit because it was just a building. Of course now, I’m having second thoughts. I had a tiny blip of a panic attack at school when I thought that soon coming home wouldn’t be “coming home,” but would instead be “going to my parents’ house.” I know, I know, home is where the heart is and all that shit, but it was a scary feeling for me. I don’t want to say anything because they really do need to move. We have a large yard and pool, and they shouldn’t have to keep up with it now that they’re also taking on the chores that I used to do. And I think the feeling is going to pass. But I’ve had some good times in this house. In fact, I’ve had all of my times in this house. All of my “firsts” (steps, words, etc), all of the times when friends would come over and play Beanie Babies and go swimming, all of the Thanksgiving dinners with my extreme amount of cousins, etc. Both of them moved around as kids and are fine, so I will be, too. It’s just like I’m losing a dear friend.
I’m leaving UCF in probably thirty minutes to an hour, and I’ll be home until tomorrow night probably around this same time. Don’t know how much “hanging out” I can do since most of that time is going to be at work and eating dinner with my family, but call or text me if you are going to be in the area, too.
Today got a helluva lot better after woondering around campus for hours. I re-downloaded Firefox to my laptop so I don’t have to use shitty old IE anymore. I also didn’t get rained on, made and ate delicious peanut butter cookies, and watched Buffy with my two favorite ladies.
is that no one questions my bizarre browsing history. Like, I’m not afraid of someone walking in while I’m looking at giant pictures of dildoes so I can send Margaret a picture of the XL horse cock dildo (flared, of course). Or no one is going to ask funny things the last thing copy-pasted is a picture of me doodled in MS Paint.
I have to remember that just because I have an internet connection, a debit card, and a mailbox with people who don’t ask questions, it doesn’t mean that I should spend money on this $19.00 mug that I want, or and of the other various and trivial things I want.
Just keep reminding myself….even though it looks like a shit-ton of money in my bank account right now, most of that is going towards tuition.