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Home Again

I came home this weekend. It was the Easter holiday, so it was just that time.

It’s really difficult for me to be at home.

I love my family very much, I just can’t live with them anymore.

I’m too different from them now.

They focus their lives on things I really don’t care about, and they can’t understand why I care about the things that are important to me.

But despite all the differences, I’ll always love them.

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More Naked

I suppose I should explain the family nudity comment from the previous post.

Basically, my family’s a bunch of nudists.  Not in the “live on a commune and be naked all the time” sort of way. Just when they’re in the house. But I doubt there has been one day I’ve been in that house where I haven’t seen a nude family member. Usually three or four, many times.

This probably has more to do with having six people in the house and only one bathroom than anything else, but it was my childhood. And adolescence. And now my summer breaks.

Despite being used to it, it gets a little uncomfortable. I’m sometimes worried because my house has huge windows and we definitely have neighbors.  And the room I share with my sister doesn’t have any curtains.

But who cares if the neighborhood thinks we’re crazy and weird. We know it’s not weird, it’s just a necessity.

All the neighbors are old, anyway, their eyesight’s probably bad enough they can’t see us.

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I Just Want to be Normal

I can’t sleep lately.

I’ll feel tired around 11, go home, and then -poof- I can’t.

I haven’t fallen asleep before 4a.m. in almost two weeks.

It’s such bullshit.

I want to be able to wake up at a decent hour and actually be awake.

I’m missing the last days of good weather we’ll have.

Totally lame.

In other news, I have to go spend Halloween with my family.

At a marching band competition.

Sweet.

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Family Time

So, I was a little bit freaking out the other day about my textbooks being in the wrong town.

That’s all fixed now, they’re sitting safely in my current apartment, but the receiving of the textbooks was a little awkward.

The way they got here was through my great-aunt and great-uncle.

They’d been visiting my family, and the town I go to college in is on their way home, so they conveniently stopped by to drop them off for me on their way home.

My great-aunt and great-uncle are some of the most awkward people I know.

And we’ve never been especially close. They’ve always lived in another state, so there wasn’t a whole lot of quality time spent together in my lifetime.

They took me out to lunch.

This was a problem because I’m a vegetarian and they’ve spent the past four years on the Atkins diet.

Fortunately, there’s a cafe downtown that has both a delicious vegetable panini and (I’ve heard) a delicious Reuben sandwich on the menu.

They’re really big health nuts, and I could feel them judging me when I ordered mashed potatoes as my side instead of a salad.

They’re also really cheap, and I tried to order the cheapest vegetarian item on the menu, but it was still $6.00. I would have gone with just the $3.50 bowl of soup if I could, but it wasn’t really possible, as I don’t eat chicken broth.

Conversation was a little difficult to keep up.

They’re in their upper 60s;  I’m in college.

Their big plans for the week involve dinner theater, mine involve drinking.

At least I wasn’t hung over, you know?

They’re good people, there were just a lot of long, awkward pauses during lunch.

I did find out that my great-grandmother hated my great-uncle for the first 20 years of their marriage. But eventually learned to like him.

The things you find out.

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There’s a time limit? What?

So I left home to go to school today. All day my mother kept asking what my rush was. I couldn’t very well tell her that my family was about to drive me crazy, and keeping my sanity intact was the cause for my rush.

Instead I gave an excuse about getting my old apartment together before moving into the new one. Which is true, it just could have waited an extra day.

I hate that she cried when I left. I love my family; I just can’t live with them. But my mother doesn’t understand this.

But now I’m at my friend’s house discussing Citation (I prefer MLA, but am usually made to use APA. And I despise Turabian). Because that’s what happens here.

Another thing that happened today was at work. I didn’t work today; I just went in to pick up my paycheck. I’m always awkward there, I feel like I fit in with the people there even less than with other people.

But when I went in at 2:40, the manager on duty gave me an odd look. I asked somebody there about our paychecks. And found out we couldn’t pick them up until 3:00. I had no idea before today. I’ve worked there for three months, plus last summer, and didn’t know there was a time limit on when we could pick up our paychecks.

I’ve never picked up my paycheck on time. I always just ask for my paycheck whenever I remember that it came in. Or my manager remembers and hands it to me.

So after discovering this bit of information, I made up some lame excuse about returning library books and left.

And when I came back 15 minutes later, I discovered that McDonald’s it the place to be on Mondays at 3:00. All this time, and I’d never realized that everybody who works there comes to socialize and pick up their paychecks.

But I sat in the corner until the manager found mine in the stack, then ran out the door as quickly as I could.

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Soon I’ll be Outta Here

I’m moving back to school soon. Like, Monday or Tuesday. Our university doesn’t start classes for another 3 or so weeks, but I’ve gotta get out. It’s time this 22-year-old was able to leave the house without having to ask permission.

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This is why I don’t have a significant other

I was just eating dinner with my brothers, sister, mother, grandmother, and three of my cousins.

My youngest cousin, I think he’s nine, had made a really good cake for dessert. Like, reaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllly good. So good I wolfed down one piece and went back for seconds. But that’s not saying much because I don’t have much self-control to begin with.

But this cake was amazing.

As we were eating the cake, my mother told my cousin, “Women like a man who can cook.”

She then immediately turned to me, caught me dropping food out of my mouth as I frequently do, and said, “Men like a woman who can keep her food in her mouth.”

We then went on to have a discussion about why each single person at the table was still single. Nevermind that the median age was 15.

We determined the reason I’m single is because I eat two pieces of cake in the time it takes most people to eat one, and then eat the crumbs I drop off my shirt.

I think there’s more to it, but that’s a little depressing. I hope my single-dom isn’t solely due to my inability to eat neatly. That just seems cruel. I enjoy food to much to make sure it isn’t falling off my fork/out of my mouth while I eat.

Stupid manners.

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