Home sweet home...

On Saturday, I moved out of the house I was living in for the semester and came home for winter break. Well, what actually happened is a bit more complicated than that, so I'm going to tell the story..:-)

Tuesday was the end of finals, there was a mass exodus of college students from TCNJ to various towns in the great state of New Jersey, and also Pennsylvania (for the 0.02% of the student population that lives out of state). The dorms closed on Tuesday at 8 PM, so HBoO piled all of her stuff into my arms and had me carry it down three flights of stairs to her car. She stayed at my house Tuesday night and left Wednesday morning at the same time that I left for work. I worked until 3:30 PM then came home to an empty house of nothingness. Everybody I know and love was far away, on the outskirts and frontiers of this massive Garden State. So I sat in my room and wept. Alone. In the corner. With the lights off. Basically this...

Thursday, I packed a bunch of stuff into my car and drove home to drop it off and get some free dinner. Afterwards, I drove to HBoO's and we saw Juno. It was awesomely funny and witty. It had a simple plot, but wonderful character development and stellar acting. Michael Cera is a beast, and Ellen Page was surprisingly good. Highly recommended to all...

Friday was filled with Christmas shopping. I got stuff for everybody in my family and HBoO, a very productive day. At night there was some phone drama and I drove to HBoO's house to play the role of comforting boyfriend. She appreciates it (I hope..:-P)...

Saturday morning, I overslept and had to gather my remaining things so that my parents could haul them away on a pickup truck. Moving days are always full of unforeseen stress, I really don't know why I get so angry about having to make room in my trunk for a trash bag full of clothes, a box of money, and 7345439759475 assorted pens and guitar picks, but it really rubs me the wrong way. My parents took me to IHOP, I'll save a future entry for the full IHOP experience, including IHOP appropriate waitress names and other oddities...

After IHOP, my parents left, leaving me with an empty room at 12 PM. I was supposed to work at 4:30 PM. What to do, what to do? How about say, "Fuck work!" and drive to Cherry Hill to look at baby pictures of HBoO? Sounds like a plan...

So, if anybody from Villa Rosa reads this, I'm not dead in a gutter somewhere, I'm just a good boyfriend...

Of course, my parents don't know of my misadventures, they assume I went to work. I got home sweet home at 11:30 PM Saturday night, threw my stuff on the floor, and promptly fell unconscious on the most comfortable bed in the world..:-)

More stuff happened, but this is a long entry, so look forward to Home Sweet Home: Part Deux sometime in the near future..:-D

-Matt