My Winter Break: a good time.

My last post was kind of half-assed, yeah? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, I just got back from my vacation a month ago! I am going to talk about it now. I flew out to California and Boyfriend Josh joined me... this was December. For the first time ever, our kin-worlds collided. I have never had a boyfriend's family meet my family before, mainly because most of my relationships prior to this one ended within the first few months. You are probably wondering: "who would not want to date this piece of awesome? She drools, does not know how to take care of herself, eats garbage, currently rocks a mullet, and everything." (Bow-shaka-bow-wow--sexy music).

While having the worlds collide sounds interesting, it was in actuality like fine-whatever-no-big-deal. I seriously thought there was going to be more drama for me to blog about, but... it was the most normal experience I have ever had in my life. Ever. Geez, talk about killing a potential story.

The most drama happened at Knott's Berry Farm (a Peanuts themed amusement park) with Aaron, Holly, and Daniel. Holly and I got what I think is whiplash while on the "Ghost Riding the Whip" roller-coaster. I have participated in Ghost Riding the Whip for realz back in 2008 with Monique, Peter, and Omnilust... that roller-coaster was certainly not it. First of all, you need a car. Secondly, you need to be in one of La Jolla's slightly sloped residential neighborhoods. Third, you need to be hungry... hungry for adventure! And pizza. Most importantly pizza, because that is what you eat afterwards. Yeah, I got whiplash at Knott's Berry Farm, but it was totally worth the fun we all had that day. I ate something called nachos fries out of a box with a fork.

Anyway, over the break, I realized that being treated like an adult by my parents is completely contingent on Boyfriend Josh's presence. After he left, my mom felt completely free to unleash all the mom-comments she had been holding back:

I guess some things do not change no matter how old you get... did not floss then, not going to floss now. Much like recycling, I only floss when people are watching. 

I returned to school about three or four weeks ago and immediately became swamped with work. Balancing out the work situation is the return of Tuesday Happy Hour at Sligos (and Durty Nelly's once)!

Here is something amazing--no new centipede sightings! Wikipedia and various insect annihilation websites say that centipedes are most plentiful during fall and spring, which makes me believe that I will not see any for awhile. But... where did they all go? The ones that were in my apartment are definitely dead thanks to Josh and my neighbor. Where are the other centipedes? Where are they partying this winter? Probably in that area of my pantry I never go into because it looks disgusting. There is so much yellow insulation goop in there. Does anyone know what asbestos looks like? Oh wait, I just looked it up. Yeah, the goop is not asbestos.

Okay, I really have to go some reading for class now. Bye.

My Winter Holiday: a tale of magic and mystery

My winter holiday was of the utmost awesome.
I had booked my flight back to NYC from San Diego for the 29th, leaving me about a day before my next flight out to Prague. JetBlue decided that it would teach me a lesson on cutting things too close, so it canceled my flight back to New York, concealing its intentions with some lame excuse about snow or whatever.

Josh had to reroute me. In order to make it back in time, I would have to take a flight out to Allentown, PA with a different airline and have Josh rent a car to pick me up. Between San Diego and Allentown (why no, it is not the same Allentown that Billy Joel sung about in 1998, but it is the Allentown home of the 68th largest radio market in the USA!)--whatever, more like Allenhamlet--was a connection in Charlotte, NC... the strangest place on earth. From what I was able to assess during my layover, Charlotte carries two types of men: hot farm boys (well, who knows if they are actual farmers... they look like farmers because they all look like Chris Klein and didn't he play a farm boy on 2000's Here on Earth?) and LARPers.

Eventually, I made it back to New York in time and flew off to Prague.

Prague was great. However, in Zurich I was crowned King of Three Kings Day because I found a plastic king in my share of the Three Kings bread... and that was pretty awesome. I got to wear the paper crown and rule for the rest of the day (1.5 hours). With that taste of power still lingering on my improperly scraped tongue the next day, I decided that when I grow up I am going to become dictator. I will rule with an iron fist.

Okay, well, here is a picture of me with a swan: