Christmas travels

Sean and I made our way to Atlanta last night. We made great time, considering we were keeping our eyes out for speed traps and constantly getting caught behind slow cars. Once we got to Sean’s parents, we quickly unloaded the car and put all of the Christmas presents underneath the Christmas tree. We have a real, living Christmas tree here. I just think real ones are so much more special than fake ones. Everything was all decorated with old homemade ornaments from family members as well as ones that Sean and Amy had made growing up. It’s really a gorgeous tree.

We curled up in the living room around the tree and talked for a couple hours with everyone. Sean got his chance to pick on me again about my ring and we all got a good chance to laugh and talk about all sorts of topics. It’s one of my favorite parts of visiting here. I just feel so comfortable being around a family that’s this close to each other. It’s great curling up and talking about whatever we want to talk about.

For now, though, it’s time for me to get a shower and get ready for the day. I’ve been put in charge of making dessert for tonight, so I need to find a recipe and go shopping quickly for it. Yeah! It’s Christmas Eve!!!!!!

Boxes, boxes, more boxes

I started to pack about 2 weeks ago. Granted, I didn’t get really serious about packing until about a week ago. I’m still packing. It doesn’t ever seem to end. I have also had the advantage of taking breaks to go to work and earn money and such, but not only do I have my own apartment to pack up, I have Sean’s apartment to help pack. Thankfully, my apartment is mostly packed now. Still to pack…
– Half my bookshelf (unfortunately, it’s the large book half of my bookshelf)
– One cabinet in the kitchen (it’s the one that contains all of my black plates and such)
– The rest of my closet, which is mainly just clothing, the rest is already in crates and other stuff that can be carried.

For now, it’s back to finishing wrapping Sean’s Christmas presents at my place, while he wraps mine at his. Sleep soon, so that I can wake up tomorrow and hopefully finish packing up my place so that I can completely concentrate on Sean’s place after Christmas.

Weekend plans are to leave tomorrow evening for Sean’s parents. We’ll be in Atlanta Monday and Tuesday morning and then head back to Huntsville early Tuesday afternoon to spend the rest of Christmas day with my folks. It splits the holiday pretty evenly in half, considering we spent Thanksgiving over here.

A place to call home

Yesterday, Sean signed the lease agreement on a condo for us to live in. We’ll be living there for at least the next 6 months, which is fine. The condo is actually quite large. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Each bedroom has it’s own huge walk-in closet and their own porches. It’s upstairs, which is all right, but we’ll have to be careful with the subwoofer if we get downstairs neighbors. The kitchen has a little table for eating on (max. 2 people). Then, we also have washer and dryer hookups. The owner seems really nice. He doesn’t care if we have pets (ie no pet deposits). He also doesn’t care if we paint the walls or change stuff, so long as it looks nice, which Sean and I have no problems with.

I think that we’ll be happy with the place. It’s not our first choice, but it will give us breathing space until we can go out and find a place that we’ll be really happy with.

Yet another term is dust

I can’t believe it. I actually made it through an exam week without anything weird or bad happening. I mean, the usual freezing up when I originally looked at the exam happened, but that’s to be expected. I’ve never been good at taking tests, although I’ve forced myself to get better at it and to not stress out so much. The most amazing part, though, is that nothing bad happened. Since I started going to college at the end of every term, something bad would happen to me. This could range from getting really sick (e.g. mono two terms ago, flu for two of my three terms at Furman) to having my thumb sewn up after Jess tried to kill me. Having stitches in your right thumb makes it very hard to write, let me tell you.

So, this term I braced myself for the worst to happen and I, amazingly, made it through without anything horrible happening. I mean, Sean and I found out that we aren’t getting our number one choice of places to move come the end of the month, but that’s nothing that cripples my ability to take tests, it just makes me want to go strangle the owner of the townhouse. Anyway….

I made it! *happy dance* I finished my last final last night and met up with Heather and Jess at Rosie’s where they had already begun to celebrate and get toasted. Last night was a night of celebration and drinking. Congratulations to Heather for making it all the way through with a BS now. And, Jess, you’re almost done. Just a bit more. For me, another 1.5 years and I’ll be done. I can make it, though. I will get through all of this.

Craziness creeps in…

I would like to make a small correction to my last journal entry. I don’t think maintaining my sanity during finals will be possible. I’m going to go crazy from just this one final today. The teacher supposedly spent the last day reviewing for the final, but managed to mumble and lightly step around all of our questions so that we were even more confused about the final exam after we left the class than we were before. He gave us really vague outlines of what could be expected to be on the final which equated to “Just study everything that we’ve covered (ie read the entire book, since he lectured straight out of the book) and you’ll be just fine.” EVERYTHING?! He’s got to be kidding. I wonder if I could use temporary insanity as my defense. Just slip my wonderful Henckel’s knife into my bookbag…. hehehehehehehe