2007-10-25 - 10:56 a.m.
Things should get real interesting if Spice's BF ever proposes

So I just printed off my curriculum unit plans. Seventeen pages, not including the 30 or so pages of lesson plans and handouts I created.

It was due yesterday.

I didn't know that.

Because I'm an idiot, mostly.

Break was good. Even though I spent the bulk of two days of it working on the aforementioned unit plans that I still didn't manage to get in on time. Good thing my methods teacher is very forgiving. And that my practicum partner was still stuck in South Carolina, giving me a perfect excuse for why I didn't have it.

So, my break. We watched movies (Elizabeth: The Golden Age, Batman Begins, Die Hard (twice. What can I say? I fricking love that movie), The Prestige, Blood Diamond, Breach), played video games and fought.

We fought mostly because of how tense my mother was about Quint's proceedings. Quint ended up getting two years probation (he can't even leave the state and he has to move out of his house) and he was pissed. And my parents were pissed that he was pissed at the judge. And I was pissed that I had to listen to Quint bitch, and the my mom bitch about Quint while I was trying to do homework.

And, Quint took my very nice stereo (and my BED!) out of my room somehow without my parents noticing. He put them in HIS house that he shares with five very unreliable boys. Not very cool. So he got yelled at. I had to be present. I couldn't get a word in edgewise and then got chewed out later because I didn't say anything.

Apparently, Quint thinks it's okay to take my property without asking because I didn't say anything about it when they were yelling. Okay. I didn't say anything for a couple of reasons. 1. I couldn't get in anything over the yelling. 2. Quint was getting enough without me piping in. 3. I really wasn't that mad. Why do I deserve to have such nice stuff and then just let it sit there and not have anyone use it? Sure, I don't trust his roommates and it sucks that he took it without asking, but I can kinda see his point.

Besides, when I went to his house to retrieve the stereo, I found that his house is littered with my stuff. My red ottoman is in his living room. My DVDs are on his TV. My camcorder is sitting on his mircowave. Pretty sure my parents didn't let him take any of that stuff. Let's pick our battles here, folks.

Whatever.

It was a kind of weird weekend. Relaxing and annoying all at the same time. I couldn't do anything productive while I was there. My parents' house puts some kind of magic spell over me that makes me forget I'm a hardworking college student for a reason. I don't have time to procrastinate.

So, I've been noticing lately that I don't call my parents' house home anymore, I call it what it is: my parents' house. Making the adjustment to being their adult child is a little rough lately. You really can't go home ever again and my parents are starting to realize that I'm probably not going to very often anymore. Not that I went home that much before in my college career, but they're freaking out because I might move away and never come back. And because I'm rapidly becoming a grown-up who doesn't need them that much anymore.

I don't really know where I'm going with this. Break was just kind of a weird time. We're all trying to figure out where we fit together now and it's not going very smoothly. Maybe because the rest of us are growing up while Quint still wants to play in the sandbox and not have to face what happens when you crash matchbox cars in the real world.