What is home after all?

Currently Reading Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality By Donald Miller see related

Becky...on the guy next to her in the computer lab with a cast on his arm trying to type:

So I'm sitting in the computer lab (how suprising) and reflecting on the past week at home, which was not very productive but absolutely brill. (English for "brilliant," or really good. I'm bringing it to the left side of the map I've decided.) And I have the official 8 pages I need to make this paper complete although it's not coherent or readable at all, but that's not what the syllabus says. Just kind glancing around, you know, checking out other people, and this guy, about 3 comps down from me; hand completely broken. Poor guy. Typing with a cast. I am holding back laughter: you know when your cheecks get all puffy with laugh inside there and you try to fake it out as a cough... Maybe I should go ask him if he wants help. He could dictate to me. Oh man, then what if it was a ransom note? Or like some racey love novel he's writing... oh sick. Maybe I won't ask him and just watch him with is elbow crazy up in the air and him trying to punch out letters on the keyboard. Haha, that has to suck so bad. Ok, back to work.

Thanksgiving was awesome. I won a bobble-head chicken in Bunko- that has to mean something, right? Got to see the best friends who are so re-juvenating, sleep in my big-girl bed, and play with my puppy. Thankful for all the above. And you for reading my pathetic entries.

Currently Watching Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (Widescreen Edition) see related

Becky... on being home:

I truly honestly believe that the air in KCMO the air is clearer and time moves slower. I drive across that invisible border between 573 and 816 area codes and my sinuses clear, I can think easier, and I can get a whole lot more done in the course of a day. It's a small miracle I believe. Sweet, sweet Blue Springs where beds are bigger, showers do not require shoes, bedrooms are for only one person, washing machines do not require 3 quarters, an average nights sleep falls between 9 and 11 hours, and all food is homemade by Mom. It is heavenly to be home. Nostalgic, and sometimes awakening, but I am determined to make myself have a much needed break, play a little catch-up with homework, family, and friends, and finish Harry Potter 6.

Currently Listening Friday's Child By Will Young Light My Fire see related

Becky...on tailgating:

A recent friend asked me to explain, and my response was of such great detailed accuracy I'll just use that to explain it:. A great American, and even more so in Kansas City, tradition. ESPN and Sports Illustrated have both referred to Kansas City football tailgating as the best in the country. It's so awesome. It's like pre-partying, but so much more. I'll explain it in KC terms: about 7 hours before the game you get your big RV or fat extended cab truck complete with huge ass tent, grill, flag, lawn chairs, games, sports equipment, blankets, portapotty, obscene amounts of alcohol, football, ridiculous amounts of food including burgers, hot dogs brautworsts, chips, pasta salad, potato salad, brownies, cookies, lemonade, casseroles, fruit salad, and anything chocolate, and go and set up camp about a 4 foot radius around your vehicle, invite everyone you freaking know to come and party like rockstars. You drink yourself into oblivion so you don't have to buy the expensive shit inside the gates and have a grand old time decked out complete in KC Chiefs red and gold from everything like the koozie in your hand to the sweatshirt on your back to the fleece blanket around your shoulders because it's friggin 50 degrees outside. If you get too drunk to make it into the game, so what, its just a $130 ticket wasted. And if you get into the game about 2 mintues before it's over, thats ok too as long as you are freakin drunk. You might just pack it all up and chuck it all back in the car before stumbling into the game to scream obscenities for 2 hours, and if you're still standing at half time you go back out to your car and get it all back out to chow down again and chug as much as you can before the second half. This tradition spans for about a 200 yard radius around the entire football field outside the stadium on the biggest blasted parking lot you've ever seen in your life. It's basically a party about the size of a city block. And thats tailgating: absolutely amazing.

Currently Listening State of Mind By Raul Midon see related