Nothing better than that warm, cozy, clean-smelling feeling you get right after a nice hot shower on a cold day. It's Thanksgiving Eve, also approaching my last week of MSA work, aka finals week, which also involves catching up on everything I've neglected lately. My cat is bored - he's walking around the dining room aimlessly staring/scratching at furniture. Poor little guy. I know the feeling.
In a little over a week, 10 days to be exact, I'll either be looking at apartments in Manchester or getting ready for trip #2 to Northern Ireland. It remains to be seen if Jonny can score a week off, but if he can, you better believe I'm going. I've got almost a month off before I sign my soul over to the accounting gods, and I feel it in my bones to travel. Even more than that I'm finding that maybe this idea of a long-distance relationship isn't the worst thing ever. Maybe it's worth it. And it's going to take some faith on my part, but the best things usually do - beats being cynical forever.
At any rate, if this December trip doesn't work out, and even if it does, I can expect an Irish visitor for a couple weeks early in 2007.
My poor term project is begging for some attention. Senioritis is a real thing, with the end so close in sight. My mind slides right to the end of the week, instead of the very obvious hurdles right in front of me.
I just got a drunk phone call, make that two, from my friend Rey. He along with every other person my age I know is out in Hartford tonight.....bastard. Ok I could've gone too, it's my own fault cuz of procrastation, etc....but still. Bastard.
Can't. wait. to. move. out. Oh and by the way, I'll be living with a fireman. Score!
