Pet Peeves and other things.

So I have this pet peeve. Whenever people mix up their relations by calling a first cousin once removed, their second cousin, it kind of annoys me. It seems pathetic, as almost all pet peeves go, but it really can irritate me. Probably because I am about a generation off entirely on my mothers side so I had it all straightened out as a little kid. Try explaining to a little kid that their first cousin is in their 40's, and their kid that happens to be about your age, is actually your first cousin once removed. ;) So, I have spoken and let you in on my little secret, so you won't have to hear of it again.

It has been quite some time since I have written, mostly because I felt that all I had to relay was boring news about school and stress, Dayton's, and my love for learning. But I thought it important to update this space since I have been up to very different things this January. While I was on an adventure last January, roaming around England, France, Belgium, and Germany, this January I traveled to one place: my hometown, Langdon. There was no need to take a class this month, so I took what could possibly be, my last long stay at home. It's different coming home after you have moved out. All of a sudden, whatever independence you had, which was little, kind of disappears as you are no longer entirely on your own, but there are three people with ideas, opinions, and their own way of doing every little thing. While it has been good, it has been different. My mother and I cleaned out some closets and other spaces that seemed to draw in piles, drank coffee, watched movies, visited old friends [by old friends, I don't necessarily mean that we have been friends for a long time, but rather, they are old. ;)] and I read, for fun. For some time, I have wanted to read Anna Karenina, but have never had the time to delve into that book. I kept putting it off, thinking that I would have more time during Christmas and J-term of my senior year. Well I started it. But as soon as I did, I wasn't really in the mood to start something so large that would require I page through the notes extensively to read of political and social culture foreign to me. I have been powering through though, and am becoming more interested the farther I get. Hopefully I can stay interested and focused when school work piles up soon.

I just thought of another pet peeve. I hate bunk beds. I hate making my bunk bed at school and I absolutely detest making the bunk beds at home. Today, I finally crawled up to the top and tried to straighten the sheets as best as I could. The problem is that there is no making a bunk bed perfect; it simply cannot be done. I give up. Someday when I have my own place, you will not find a bunk bed.

Now I'm done.

On a positive note: I have an internship! And two interviews this next week! Decisions are looming...