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Nov. 9th, 2004 10:33 pmI went home yesterday sick...I think it was just from lack of food and lack of sleep but I suppose it had caught up to me and when I tried to wake up and take a shower I felt like fainting. So I called dad and went home and ate and felt pathetic. But I have to say, as much as missing class annoys me and as much as I dislike having an upset stomach, there was something comforting about saying, Dammit, I'm SICK, and just going home and doing nothing. I read my homework (although not Aristotle...I'm behind in Aristotle...*cringe*), and I knitted some while listening to Diana Wynne Jones (goddess!) on tape. Hooray for Christopher Chant. And I slept. I went to sleep when it was light out and by virtue of it being nearly winter, it was dark when I woke up, which really threw me for a loop. And then I ate. And slept some more. And I'm still sleep deprived. Cripes.
But when I walked in the door tonight Erin (Xavier's resident leader-person) was walking in as well and she said, "so how are you feeling? Any better?" And I was suprised, but said, "oh...yes, thanks." And she said, "it's nice to be able to go home, huh?" and I said, "oh, definetely" (or something to that effect) and went up the stairs feeling sort of suprised and...taken care of. It was nice.
But going home--it made me realize (again, possibly) that despite my desire for adventure, my love for exploring new places and wandering alleys and meeting weird people, for all that wanting to travel and go other places--I really do need a home to go back to. I need a place that is mine, that I know, that can wrap me in the warm home feeling, at the end of the day I need something like that. College dorm room, while new and exciting and good for me, doesn't quite cut it. *sigh*
I went to Take Me Out at the Rep tonight--OH SO GOOD--it was fabulous. FABULOUS I say. Dynamic and moving and hilarious--and those words don't really mean anything, you know. But it was good. And the acting was spot on--the sort where I forget I'm watching actors, and I just watch. SO good.
And now I'm eating reheated pizza and avoiding my homework. Wow. I really have sunk to new lows.
But when I walked in the door tonight Erin (Xavier's resident leader-person) was walking in as well and she said, "so how are you feeling? Any better?" And I was suprised, but said, "oh...yes, thanks." And she said, "it's nice to be able to go home, huh?" and I said, "oh, definetely" (or something to that effect) and went up the stairs feeling sort of suprised and...taken care of. It was nice.
But going home--it made me realize (again, possibly) that despite my desire for adventure, my love for exploring new places and wandering alleys and meeting weird people, for all that wanting to travel and go other places--I really do need a home to go back to. I need a place that is mine, that I know, that can wrap me in the warm home feeling, at the end of the day I need something like that. College dorm room, while new and exciting and good for me, doesn't quite cut it. *sigh*
I went to Take Me Out at the Rep tonight--OH SO GOOD--it was fabulous. FABULOUS I say. Dynamic and moving and hilarious--and those words don't really mean anything, you know. But it was good. And the acting was spot on--the sort where I forget I'm watching actors, and I just watch. SO good.
And now I'm eating reheated pizza and avoiding my homework. Wow. I really have sunk to new lows.
