Only two days in, and this has been arguably the most productive Thanksgiving weekend I've ever had. I've made chocolate pretzel cookies, started an essay on the "life as travel by sea" topos in Dante/Petrarch/Boccaccio, and knitted a ball of chunky yarn into half a scarf. All this comes with a price, though: low shower pressure and house that's half a degree colder than it is outside. We're not at the point where we can see our breath yet -- that comes later, and in the basement -- but I think it's a brilliant move on my parents' part; since the TV is in the basement now, we're only tempted by truly worthwhile shows before we head down there with scarves and mittens.
Time spent at home really is a danger zone, when the starving student becomes liberated from the ordinary constraints of money and goes ballistic at the presence of space -- so much space! -- and junk food. (The amount I spend on pears and apples in a week pretty much ensures I don't have cash left over sugar.) We ate so much at all-you-can-eat Japanese yesterday for lunch that the entire family pretty much skipped dinner. That's a liberal Chinese family for you. (Speaking of liberal Chinese family, I should note that they're not so liberal that my boyfriend of a year and a half has an automatic invitation to our Thanksgiving dinner -- but my Chinese Ph.D. roommate does. I'm sorry, hon!)
Have I mentioned that I'm losing interest in school this year? *gasp* Maybe the prospect of having a 'real' vocation or just something resembling a career path produces a kind of apathy I haven't felt since -- Grade 12.
I'm getting the sinking feeling this could end badly, if past precedent has any say in this.
Time spent at home really is a danger zone, when the starving student becomes liberated from the ordinary constraints of money and goes ballistic at the presence of space -- so much space! -- and junk food. (The amount I spend on pears and apples in a week pretty much ensures I don't have cash left over sugar.) We ate so much at all-you-can-eat Japanese yesterday for lunch that the entire family pretty much skipped dinner. That's a liberal Chinese family for you. (Speaking of liberal Chinese family, I should note that they're not so liberal that my boyfriend of a year and a half has an automatic invitation to our Thanksgiving dinner -- but my Chinese Ph.D. roommate does. I'm sorry, hon!)
Have I mentioned that I'm losing interest in school this year? *gasp* Maybe the prospect of having a 'real' vocation or just something resembling a career path produces a kind of apathy I haven't felt since -- Grade 12.
I'm getting the sinking feeling this could end badly, if past precedent has any say in this.
