Sunday, November 23, 2008
busy little bee
Hi! As I write, I should be cleaning my apartment for Thanksgiving and beginning my final papers and maybe even catching some extra sleep or something like that. But I'm here, typing. (Because the bathroom is all finished and smells like an orange!) This year, I can't go home (2.5 hours south of here) because I have 45 hours left of internship to complete. Since I have no real family, besides my mom (Mama Fatty?) she is coming to my freezing cold shit hole apartmento and I am making dinner for us and my boyfriend and his mom if she feels like coming over. Hence why I am cleaning. Company must be impressed. My house must have the aroma of orange and cleanliness.
I am sad that I can't go "home" and see my high school friends. And party with them for Thanksgiving Eve. Although I am often referred to as "social" and "friendly" and "has appropriate hygiene".... most of my closest friends, who know ME and love ME for who and what I am, live far away from me. SO far that I can't close my eyes and be there with them. I am OK with this Thanksgiving though. I am happy to be with a few people I love and to have the control on how the meal is prepared (low fat green bean casserole!!!! mashed sweet potatoes!!!)
I usually hate holidays. Deep seated hatred from the pit of my stomach. I hate the pressure to have something to do that every holiday brings. I hate the fakeness of it all. I hate how people don't appreciate what the holiday originally stood for. Whoa angry girl. Go back to scrubbing the toilet.