I'm Dreaming Of A...

...whole plate full of red delicious apples with Smucker's Natural Peanut Butter with Honey.

What?
You thought I was going to say White Christmas?
Those are hardly realistic expectations - thinking that my subconscious should obey the commercialized, sugar sweet sentiments peddled by a bygone era's crooners on "Holiday" LPs that only serve to sacredize the consumerism of a capitalist, "Christian" culture.

- I mean, if you want to be strictly accurate about it, I'm dreaming about slapping people who deserve it and then being punished for doing what I felt that I had been instructed to do. (No mystery there, Scott.)



But back to apples.

On Thanksgiving we went around in a circle and listed the first thing we wanted to eat when we got home. I said a whole jar of Smucker's Natural PB w/ H, and a nice soft pint of Eddy's Sugarfree Mint Chocochip icecream. And some Oreos.
But then we went out for pizza at the pizza and beer place (called O' Scuglizzo? I even LOOKED this time! Damn it! Why can't we remember?) and I decided that, embarrassing as it is, what I want is a double cheese pizza from Zeppe's, with a dozen garlic wings and a 2 liter of Diet Coke. (I know - I'm not even missing NY pizza, I'm missing OHIO pizza...)
And then at lunch I had a red apple with a little of Robert's peanut butter, and I thought - the day when I can sit down and have as much peanut butter as I want will be a happy one. I am going to buy 3 jars. Not because I want to eat that much - I don't even want more then a few spoonfuls - I just want to line them up and look at them while I eat so that I don't feel like I have to ration it out.

What point do we take from all of this?
I don't actually miss food from home.
(The food here is fantastic and fresh, and prepared hot for us twice a day.)
I miss home.


Let's face it, I checked out.
I mean, I tried really hard. You have to give me that - I was motivated for 3 for most of this whole damn semester - but I'm burnt out. I got nothing. And I just don't care.
Too bad about that whole having 3 more weeks thing... That sucks.

And no booze to drink away the remaining hours... I raise my glass (of water) to Good Life Decisions! (Although, I've already decided that I will drink the last weekend, and at this point, I'm looking at bottles of beer in the gelateria and thinking - if I can make it a month, that's something...)



I'll be home for Christmas, You can plan on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, And presents 'neath the tree...
(and Smucker's Natural PB w/ Honey)