It’s Dominic the Donkey!
First off, I hope everyone has been having happy holidays. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Yule (that was for my Sarah hehe)… and if you don’t particularly celebrate anything, well… I hope you’re enjoying yourself nonetheless.
Well… I’m in Indiana right now. I got in on Thursday but haven’t really felt like blogging much. I just decided right now that enough stuff has happened that I should probably write up at least something. :P
So let’s start from the beginning.
On Thursday, Sean and I both went in to work for a few hours, and the library staff and ACD all had a little party to celebrate the holidays and end of a relatively successful and progressive semester. After that, we had to leave because I was flying out of JFK, which is the further of the two NY airports from where we live and therefore the more troublesome to fly out of, and because we wanted to take a nap and relax a little bit.
So we went home, I packed up the last few things I needed, and we took a little nap; then we left at about 4pm (my flight was at 7:30pm, but we didn’t know how much traffic there would be because of rush hour). There was a little bit of traffic, but nothing major, and so I got there at like 5:30pm or so. Security wasn’t too bad, but I always get flustered, especially because I have so many things I have to deal with putting in bins and on the belt: my coat, my scarf, my laptop, my camera, my belt, my shoes, my purse, the little ziplock baggy of lotions and stuff, etc. But I got through it, went to my gate, got some Starbucks and sat around to wait.
JFK’s Delta terminal has to be the absolute worse place to fly out of during the holiday travel rush. There were two fights in the terminal! First some guy got sick of waiting for the passengers from the flight before him to get off the plane and for the plane to be cleaned, etc, so he tried to go through the gate and get on the damn plane without waiting! So the security people were yelling at him to come back, and he was cursing at them, and they had to drag him out of the gate, where he threw down his briefcase (I wonder if he broke anything in there) and yelled at them some more. Geez. Then, not even ten minutes later, this guy stands up, yells “you won’t touch me!” and throws another guy in a headlock, and they proceed to fight, not even ten feet away from me. Effing ridiculous.
But the flight pretty much went without any problems, and my dad hadn’t been waiting too long when I got there. At least… that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. :P
The next few days were pretty uneventful… saw Night at the Museum with my sister and her boyfriend on Friday, went to visit my grandmother on Saturday, visited my brother on Sunday and today went to my other grandparents’ house for Christmas dinner.
Giftwise, nothing too special, but that’s to be expected. My parents paid for half of my camera, so I mostly got little things from them, like clothes, etc. My grandparents didn’t know what to get for me, so I got a check from them. Etc, etc, etc.
Sean flew to LA today; I actually need to give him a call in a few minutes… I’ll fly there on the 28th… Yah.
I know I did this to myself, but I have the weirdest song stuck in my head: Dominic the Donkey. It’s about an Italian Christmas donkey.
Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It’s Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)Children sing, and clap their hands,
And Dominick starts to dance.
They talk Italian to him,
And he even understands.
Yah.
Todaaaaay… I’m at Lauren’s. I spent the night here last night, after we watched a couple movies over at Jenn’s house. Lauren’s taking a shower, and I’ve hijacked her computer, mwahahaha.
After she gets out, we’re going to go shopping at a few stores and hang out a bunch, then at some point head down to my grandparents’ house so I can see them for a little while, since I leave tomorrow morning.
I’m starting to get really ticked off at school… I still don’t know if I’m going to be approved for my independent study, and for some reason I’m still getting charged for 15 credits even though I sent in the letter to the dean telling him I’m only taking 13 next semester. Ridiculous. I know they’re not on campus right now, but this should have all been taken care of before they left.
And my mom wonders why I’m so fed up with this stupid school.
LAUREN I’m stealing some of that lotion I gave you last Christmas.
Yah, I knew you wouldn’t mind, hehe.
More later, probably after I get to LA. :P


