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So, I'm leaving tomorrow. The 25th, my 19th birthday. Spent driving to Radford, and then being left in the empty dorms at 12, since not many get there right when the dorms open. Lots happened while I was at home, and I could have been writing, but instead I just... Ehh.
Alan came down on Tuesday. He IMed me Monday night when he got home from work, as I was watching my recently downloaded Planet Of The Apes movie on my computer, and told me to give him directions to my house, as he was leaving right then. It took 20 minutes to get everthing settled (since my connection at home is basically 1KB/second connection, mainly because of the cord I was using) and although I did not know at the time, he did not leave at 11PM, when we finished talking - more like 1AM, because one of his roommates decided that Alan had to fix whatever network problem they had RIGHT THEN. Ugh, they all seem like they're assholes to him. But, anyway. I had expected him to come sometime around 7 - 9 AM, but it ended up being something like 11:30AM. Around 9AM I sat myself on the couch that faces the door in the living room, so that I could see Alan's car when he pulled in. Indeed, I sat there for 2 1/2 hours, wating and worrying myself. For the last hour or so, I had gotten the big bucket of change that my father had given us for the trip. It just needed to be counted, and I started doing that manually for the last 45 minutes or so, while watching Scream 3. I had counted the quarters, and was 1/2 way through the dimes when the phone rang. I jumped up (because I had not thought of putting the phone next to me) and the money went all over the floor. I didn't care, and looked on the caller ID to see that it was the LOW gate calling. I picked up, and they said they had Alan there, and I told them he was my guest (which was odd, because my mother had called him in as a guest early this morning.) I spent the 6 minutes it took him to drive to my house cleaning up the coins, checking myself in the mirror, and putting on shoes and a coat to greet him at his car. For the trip, we basically did nothing the first day but go out to Burger King to get some food. Alan had not eaten since sometime early the day before (if even that) and he had only slept an hour last night on the way over. We sat around and watched TV. He slept for 2 hours in the afternoon. And he was able to sleep in my room with no complaints from my parents. I suppose me being 18 helps, however silly that is of them. The second day, we went to Fredericksburg and got tickets for Harry Potter, walked around the mall for a 1/2 an hour and I was shocked by all the new stores put in since I left, I got a limonade, and then left for the movie. We arrived early, so Alan played Deer Hunter to kill time. We bought so many refreshments at the movies it was redicilious... I think we may have spend $30-$40, which hurt. But thena gain, $90 for two days isn't bad. I seriously liked the movie... Childish at some points, but very creative. I'd see it again if I could. On Thursday, Thanksgiving, I made Alan and I wake up around 8:45AM so that we could catch all of the parade. We did, too, and I ended up being disappointed. It's not about the parade anymore, after all. Anywho. Dinner was ready around 3 o'clock. My mother made turkey because Alan was here, when in reality, the only person in my family that likes it is my father. We usually have ham, but we kept traditional for the guest. Me and Alan sat in my room and ate, while watching a very interesting football game on TV. I learned more about football Thursday than I ever had going to all the high school games that I did. Shortly after dinner was over, me and Alan took a walk. It was sometime around 4:15, I guess, and Alan had to leave at 5. We walked down to the mail boxes, where there is a (not that great) view of the lake. We talked some, and Alan said how he liked just walking and talking. We returned, and somehow we ended up sitting and talking with my mother in the kitchen. It kept him an extra 15 minutes or so, becuase he was telling my mother all about the things and problems in his life... I even detected some things that he had not told me even, but was telling my mother on a whim. I suppose that is something that will never go away... Him either trying to shelter me from his problems, or him trying to find confidents in people that are older, becuase they represent wisdom, or something. Not quite sure. But oh well. I was not exacatly sentamental to him the entire time he was here, becuase I completely change modes when I am home. I am put in another mode, and I hate the one it puts me in. I almost cried as he drove away, and I did my best to stop it, with it burning my nose like hell, since I didn't want my mother to be like, "aww." She still ended up doing that, though, just before she asked me to take something to the garage. I cried the last time he left, when I was at college.
UDfidfhdfjhd, I didn't mean to write such a long ass thing about that. I wanted to, but still... Now I don't want to write about anything else. Don't have time, really - I need to pack.
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Today I'm leaving for Thanksgiving break. Technically it does not start here until Tuesday (more like Wednesday, but they wanted us out of the dorms by 5PM Tuesday) but because my father had to have yet another surgery two days ago (because he sneezed too hard and popped his stiches, the fool) and he won't be able to drive for a while (obviously) we're doing it today since it's my mother's day off, and that will make the trip easier on her (since she's never driven here alone.) Heh, could I have possiby put anymore "(" and ")" in that sentense 
Anyway. The origional plan was for my mom to drive down on Tuesday, after she got off work at 2, which would have made us be getting home sometime around 11-12 that night. So, overall, tomorrow's better. The funny part? Today is my sister's wedding. Ha. She had wanted my father to walk her down the isle so bad... But that was all she seemed to care about. She works in the same hospitol that my father stayed at, and he was there a full two weeks prior to his first surgery. She visited him once, and called him once. What kind of shit is that?
Anywho, I've got to pack.
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It's such a shame that the whole sitatuion from the last week actually makes me not want to write. How dare anyone take away the one thing I enjoy doing regularly. Ugh.
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Back in the swing of things, yep. I've missed this dearly. I hate that I yet again missed writing about a trip with Alan. Angers me muchly. But, oh well. There are other things that bother me more. At least those things are no longer a problem. 
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I just kicked the shit out of my American Government exam, hells yes. I studied EVERYTHING he gave us, and the test only contained about 1/4 of that. If I don't get a A (let alone a 100) then I'm dropping out of college