I'm back.
It's a bit funny how time warps. It feels like forever and yet yesterday since I was here. I am mostly unpacked besides the clothes that need to go in my closet and some things on my bed that need to go away.

I've seen the people that are important to me, crash landing hugs colliding in the dining hall. Friends. They're good things. My neighbors are already playing their traditional loud music with the bumping base and terrible lyrics. I have seen the Person of Loathing (aka Jew Matt's ex) and I kept my limbs to myself and my food in my stomach. I have better things to focus on and more to look forward to besides people that will only try to crush the joy around them.

I have a pretty busy day tomorrow even though I have no classes. Run around sorting out financial things, work schedules, club stuff, etc. I am pretty glad for it. Busy time! Yeah! I'm ready to get back in it.


Brunch
I had a good morning before I left. It's nice having everything packed in advance. I threw some last minute things together and went out with the parents for brunch.
So a Lo Fact: I often carrying a bag, book, or notebook with me. My dad got picking on me as he does about bringing this giant bag into the resturant "You don't need that thing." "Dad I'm MENStruating. It has my pads!" My mom was like "What?!" Dad "What'd you say?" "I'm MENSTRUATING!" Mom busted up laughing. Mind you my grandparents were right there too. Classic moment in Shameless TMI from Lo. Dad had nothing more to say on me bringing my big bag in. Hahaha. It might be a had-to-be-there but it pretty great.
I must note: my breakfast sandwich of eggs, cheddar cheese, sausage and spinach on an Everything bagel was amazing. I'm not really sure how I got my mouth around it but it all went down and was gooooooood. Couldn't ask more of a breakfast.

Woman vs. Can Opener
So...I not a child entirely of the modern. Last night while trying to fashion myself a tunafish sandwich around the hour of midnight I discovered: I completely and utterly fail at using an electric can open. I scoured the kitchen for ten minutes trying to find the manual one first and then having not had any success I see a black Black and Decker electric can opener lurking in the corner. I sort of stared it down for a moment and then "Eh, how bad can it be? It's supposed to be easier right?"
...Ten minutes and a tuna can later "What the freaking hell?!"
-searching for manual one again-
-does not find-
-troops down the hall-
"Mom?"
"Whu?"
"How do you use the electric can opener?"
"You just gotta get it right."
-back to the kitchen-
-another five minutes working-
Finally got it, half spilling tuna juice all over everything. Go for the second can and get it done. Decisively I am never owning an electric can opener. Rather than fight to get the exact placement of the magnet, crank and razor blade and whatever other doo-hickeys are under that black handle thingy....I'll take the manual route. Take can, open handle, stab/grip, turn handle, be conveniently positioned over the sink lest a tuna juice happen so at least it makes for easier cleaning. Me+electric can opener=BAD!!!!
So let it be known: technology does not always make your life easier, particularly in the case of the case of mind boogling can opening devices.


Other
As usual I am going to miss my dogs, even Angus whining at me with a ball in his mouth, telling me to get up and play with him. He's a good dog and I feel like I got to know his personality a lot better since I went home.
I'll miss Bizzy too. I swear she knew I was leaving because she CLUNG to me the whole last week I was home. She was all "Nuh uh, you ain't goin' nowhere without me missy." Even Konnor slept in my room for a little while before I left (it might have been because the floor was clean too so there was actually space for his massive body in there).

Speaking of my room I clean it! Not the clean as it dusted and windexed everything but as in I actually picked up and organized and sorted. I got rid of a few years worth of rat packing in the process. I amazed myself with some of the shit I hang onto. I should really go and do the same with my notebooks but I haven't quite the heart to yet. Maybe this summer.
I decided I no longer wanted a dresser in my room. I keep my clothes in big plastic bins when I am home and I have a desk in which I can store things like make-up and such. Mom and I had a bit of a disagreement over the fact that I wanted bookshelves over a dresser. "Don't you want a place to do your makeup and hair?" "That's what the bathroom is for." Back and forth.
I won out and there are bookshelves in my room now. My closet has space in it and there are no longer piles of books dispersed on the floor. I am happy for the shelves because I really need them with the books I will bring back at the end of the semester. However I was admittedly in a conflict when I put my current collection of books on the shelves "Dewy decimal or sentimental/type shelving?" Sentimental won out. I'll keep the librarian Lo at the library.

Oh wow. Total brain fart. There was something I was going to write about next but totally just forgot. Well schnapp. Eh, there's always tomorrow or a P.S.

That's it for now.
Peace.
~Lo