Well here I sit...I finally finished that godforsaken history paper.  I never want to hear the names Peter Abelard or Anselm of Bec again...Thankfully I don't have to write another history paper til the final, so now here I sit watching Ten Things I Hate About You.  Too bad I can't watch it with my honey...I really miss Linds right now.

I can't wait for thanksgiving break..then I get FIVE count 'em FIVE uninterrupted days with the love of my life.  Hopefully my mom won't mess it up like she does most holidays.  She's already been calling and making plans and trying to plan something every day that we're there.  She just doesn't get that sometimes I don't want to do ANYTHING...I just wanna sit at home and relax a little.  I don't know...Things haven't exactly been wonderful between us, and I don't want to be one of those horrible sons that never goes to see his mother but God knows she hasn't made it easy.  I've been here for a year and a half and she hasn't come to visit me once...then she complains about me not coming to see her...knowing that I don't have a car.  She knows where I am and if she wanted to see me bad enough she could come over here...and it's not like I haven't made an effort....a while back she decided she was pissed at me about something and the TWO times I did try to come see her she didn't even speak to me..she just sat there and stared and acted like I wasn't there.  God only knows what horrible things she told the rest of the family about me...I really don't care what that side thinks though.  It would be a lot easier if we could actually have a conversation without her yelling at me for no reason. I mean you can only kick a dog so many times before the dog won't come around anymore.  She just says that that's how she expresses herself.  Well this is how I express myself.  I'm not in any big hurry to come and visit...however the only good memory I have since they have moved is that I was over there the first time I talked to Lindsay.  I hate to be an ass but I've tried to make an effort to fix things and talk them out with her but if she doesn't yell at me the whole time and not let me speak at all she starts to cry and lay a guilt trip on me and make me feel like shit..and it usually works.  I don't know anymore....maybe it will all work out one day but I'm not holding my breath.