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Jan. 22nd, 2006 11:10 pmI'm back in Montreal. And tired, confused in random ways, and not entirely sure what I'm doing. Also, I'm feeling abandoned by the entire universe. For no apparent reason. And I'm entirely aware that there is no reason for this feeling, so I'm blaming it completely on pms. Also, men have it easy. It sucks to realise that what I'm feeling is completely irrational, but not being able to do anything about it 'cause, hey, they're feelings and they don't change at will. Actions and behavior, I can control. This? Meh. Men have it easy. And yes, I'll stand by that opinion at the moment - given that I'm being tired and emotional for absolutely no reason except hormones. However, expect a complete reversal of that opinion the next time I have to read feminist theory.
Also, the weekend with my father and the kids was surprising. I missed them all, but I'd kinda forgotten how used to not being crowded I had gotten. I love the kids and all, but ye gods, they want so much attention! They're fun, though. And my dad was a total sweetie... I'd forgotten, but this year is really the only one I haven't been back within a few days of my birthday. So my dad kinda surprised me by (half a month after my birthday) getting a cake, and making an AMAZING steak dinner, and wishing me happy birthday. It was nice, and really sweet of all of them. And, present-wise? There was some stuff from my parents that was discussed beforehand (me wanting semi-expensive stuff, them offering to pay for it, basically). But my sister knit me this gorgeous and really warm scarf. It's all soft and fuzzy and pretty. And she's only learning to knit, so I know it must've taken her AGES to make, and I'm really touched that she wanted to make this for me. So, yeah. All in all, nice, but I'm kinda glad to be home again.
I've completely stopped referring to my parents place as 'home'. I hadn't noticed that before. But... yeah. It really isn't, anymore. I don't find that I fit in so well... I'm very much 'not at home'. Even with friends, who I was delighted to see... well, things have changed. Or at least, that's the impression I got. Maybe we're growing up. Who the hell knows. I'm not quite sure what to make of it all... I love seeing my friends and my family, but there's still something about Sherbrooke that... just isn't me anymore. Meh. Someone probably knows what I'm talking about. Anyways. I'm starting to get sleepy, and to zone out, and I think that's my cue to go curl up in bed with a novel so that I can manage to get up early enough to vote before going to class. 'cause I damn well know that after dealing with school for 8 hours, I won't be at all in the mood to go wait in line to vote. And if Harper gets elected, I will be Seriously Pissed and Rather Scared. That's more or less the sum total of what I'm prepared to articulate, politics-wise, at this point.
Also, the weekend with my father and the kids was surprising. I missed them all, but I'd kinda forgotten how used to not being crowded I had gotten. I love the kids and all, but ye gods, they want so much attention! They're fun, though. And my dad was a total sweetie... I'd forgotten, but this year is really the only one I haven't been back within a few days of my birthday. So my dad kinda surprised me by (half a month after my birthday) getting a cake, and making an AMAZING steak dinner, and wishing me happy birthday. It was nice, and really sweet of all of them. And, present-wise? There was some stuff from my parents that was discussed beforehand (me wanting semi-expensive stuff, them offering to pay for it, basically). But my sister knit me this gorgeous and really warm scarf. It's all soft and fuzzy and pretty. And she's only learning to knit, so I know it must've taken her AGES to make, and I'm really touched that she wanted to make this for me. So, yeah. All in all, nice, but I'm kinda glad to be home again.
I've completely stopped referring to my parents place as 'home'. I hadn't noticed that before. But... yeah. It really isn't, anymore. I don't find that I fit in so well... I'm very much 'not at home'. Even with friends, who I was delighted to see... well, things have changed. Or at least, that's the impression I got. Maybe we're growing up. Who the hell knows. I'm not quite sure what to make of it all... I love seeing my friends and my family, but there's still something about Sherbrooke that... just isn't me anymore. Meh. Someone probably knows what I'm talking about. Anyways. I'm starting to get sleepy, and to zone out, and I think that's my cue to go curl up in bed with a novel so that I can manage to get up early enough to vote before going to class. 'cause I damn well know that after dealing with school for 8 hours, I won't be at all in the mood to go wait in line to vote. And if Harper gets elected, I will be Seriously Pissed and Rather Scared. That's more or less the sum total of what I'm prepared to articulate, politics-wise, at this point.
