Sunday Dec 01, 2002

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So, Thanksgiving. An 8 hour drive to Pennsylvania, too much of my bizarre and bitchy paternal grandmother, a brief respite on Thanksgiving itself with more of my relatives (my mother's side), more of my grandmother, and an 8 hour drive back.

God, I'm glad to be back at school. I never thought I'd say that when I was younger.
nevilthedogboy:
meh.. as much as you'd rather not deal with gramma you'll miss her when she's gone... well maybe not..

shit i miss school now.. i'd much rather be behind a desk for eight hours a day instead of working
deathcurse219:
yes! being on your list of friends puts a big smile on my face. things with the girl are going really well and i have hope (but not so much as to make things bad) for the future. we'll see. and if your grandmother is anything like my crazy grandmother, i don't know how you did it. my grandmother has a tendency to hit you repeatedly on the arm for the duration of her stories just to make sure you're paying attention to her. that and she seems to be convinced that frank sinatra hit on her and bought her a coke when she was 13...oh yeah, and everyone's out to get her...and i mean EVERYONE. sometimes she even reminds me of the grandfather from squee. anyway, i know what you mean about being back up at school. if you had asked me 15 years ago, hell, even 2 years ago if i would be excited to go back to school after a break, i would have laughed til i cried.

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