Sunshine

I just serenaded a black cat. I sang along to the pretty reckless song I posted up here a few days ago that I can't seem to get out of my head. The cat jumped up in front of the computer screen and sat down on the keyboard and the song happened to be playing, so I petted the kitty and sang the song until I moved her. Jay is watching the food network. Mom is either talking to herself, the oven where she is making cookies, or the dog. (possibly all 3 at once). I also just smoked the end of my knee off this goddamn computer desk. I used to do this on a regular basis.

This can only mean one thing.

I'm at my parent's house for the holidays!

Notice how I say "my parent's house" and not "home"? Well it doesn't really feel quite like "home" yet. They've only been here 6 months or so and we've never had everyone get together yet. I can't wait for Josh to get his ass over here! Maybe then? I don't know. It IS people who make a place worth living in and my family only gets together at Christmas time. But I've kinda been thinking of as the place I'm living in Guelph as "home". This is probably why, even with all the shit I'm having to wade through, that I'm trying so hard to stay.

If the terra-cotta sticks to your hair-gel then you shouldn't wear the planter as a hat. I don't want my fifteen minutes of fame to be on America's Most Wanted.

Ombre's going, going, and gone. Hopefully I get a few more lame jokes over facebook before she goes. The going away party was pretty great though, since Becca and Kate pulled out all the stops and went all out. The spread they came up with was over the top, fruits, veggies, cookies, homemade sushi, and some sort of phylo pastry wrapped things that tasted like wonderfulness and sunshine.

Sunshine tastes like happiness, but as happiness can only be found in the arms of a pair of feisty redheads, sunshine is easier to get into food. Trust me (don't), I'm a doctor (am not).

The party was a late night of a bunch of emotional sappy crap. The speech attempts were sweet, the going away plaque thingy (hard to describe, but with pictures of all the housemates and Owen) was thoughtful, the guests happy, and the drinking... ahh the drinking... over the top.

I did rather enjoy Laura's quiz. All the questions started with "Which twin..." and ended with Jay and I arguing. Not hard at all when we're plastered. But the night ended kinda early for me (well when compared with others). Crying chicks calling at 2am will do that to a guy.

The next day was a bit subdued, but was probably to be expected as the "real" goodbyes had to be said. I do have a confession to make. Aubrey was running late (or early maybe?) and asked me to make her bed. Of course I'm fine with this, happy to help out. However I have never made up a duvet cover, so when Meg takes over the room, there may be a lumpy mess on her bed. I think I gave up after 20 minutes or so. That shit is just too complicated for a guy (or a guy with a hangover). I might give it another shot when I get back... if I remember.

Becca and I made up a bunch of requirements for Meg a.k.a. she-who-will-be-taking-over-Ombre's-room. I don't remember a whole lot of em, mostly cause we were wasted and wrote them on Becca's arm with a pen. But I rememeber how worried I was about meeting Becca and now we drunkenly write lists on her arm for fun. So yeah, not terrribly worried about meeting and hanging out with Meg.

...unless she hates Star Trek. Or Star Wars.

Now I'm worried again.

That's me. You're not okay unless you like sci-fi. Or we can influence you to like sci-fi. Data is pronounced Day-tah.