Hello, again.

It's been a while.  Let's catch up, yes?

So, I finished out my time in Alaska with generally good spirits.  I met some lovely people who I am hoping/trying to keep in touch with.  I got a level of drunk that I like to call "unfortunate" after our show.  I was unfortunately drunk.  Therefore the next day I was unfortunately hungover.  As in, afraid to get out of bed hungover.

I took a nap and woke up around 6:30 PM, then the roomie and I decided to walk down the the Tesoro gas station at the bottom of the hill the UAF is located on for some hangover snacks.  For me, not her.  She was fine.  Dammit.

Then we stayed up until three watching True Blood (I had only just gotten her to start on the first season) and I packed then read until about 4:45, when I called a cab and got my butt over to the airport for my 6:30 AM flight.  I fell asleep for an hour and a half or so sometime around 8, then I slept in the car on the way to my parents' house from Sacramento for maybe an hour.  My parents rock, by the way, and both came to pick me up from the airport.

The two weeks that followed were sort of a blur of working and trying to spend time with the family.  Before I knew it, it was time to come back home.  And I missed home.

I was supposed to take a trip to Santa Cruz over the weekend to see my Oose but my car decided to shit all over that idea and is now doing some weird things my dad is going to come check out this weekend. (Did I mention my family is awesome?)  I'm pretty much stuck only driving around town and to school because I'm too freaked out to get on the freeway.  And with the way my car is behaving I don't think he wants to be on the freeway anyway.

Since I couldn't make it to her, Oose came to me and we had a great weekend together.  It worked out perfectly because I had a birthday party to attend Saturday night and she really wanted to go to a party Saturday night.

I was so distracted by how much I loved having her here that I'm still not all the way unpacked.  I got all my clothes into my closet, but the rest of my shit is still in the middle of my bedroom floor.

School starts tomorrow, so I guess I'd better get that cleaning taken care of tonight.  I'd like to start the semester in an organized fashion.  I'm ready and not ready for classes to begin.  I'm really enjoying just sitting around relaxing, but I miss that feeling of productivity.

All in all, I'm glad to be back home.  I'm ready for school to start.  And my cat may be more settled in than I am.

By the way, I'll post some Alaska pictures soon.  Ish.