Home at last.

That took so much longer than absolutely necessary. Note to self: actually listening would've saved you the trouble of getting off at the Road rather than the Boulevard and about an hour of driving, not to mention creepy, unlit single-lane roads with nothing but swamp on either side. Let's not ever do that again.

Also, next time, no matter how fantastic a show Queer Eye For the Straight Guy is, you need to be hitting the road before 10:45, an hour's less driving or not.

<- not smart sometimes

The House That Porn Built is neither as big nor as porny as I remember it, though that may have to do with certain necessary mental gymnastics on my part given that my parents live here now. My puppies bore no grudge for my three-month abscence and all came to greet me, which was lovely.

My new room is big. Like, cavernous. No, really - it echoes. I thought I had stuff but apparently I don't, because I could practice my old dance routines without fear of hitting anything. And my own bathroom! First time for that, and terribly exciting. I'm thinking bath, since we don't have tubs at school. Mmm.

Hee. My toering clinks on the marble as I walk. Did I mention the entire house is covered in the stuff? That part is just as heinous as I remember it.

*yawn* Bed now. But maybe a sneak of the rugelach mum hid just for me first. *warm fuzzies*

So this is what holidays are supposed to be like.

JC's new video is hot like a thing that melts brains. Mine? Puddle of goo softly sloshing between my ears. And he's gonna shake it for me live in San Diego in less than a week - the tickets came in yesterday's mail to prove it. *squee*

Being home is really nice. My people seem happy, the house is inviting instead of skeevy, and it's all actually not as deep in BFE as I remembered. There will probably be a photo essay before the weekend is out. My mom even said I "look good." Shall bask for now and not think about father situation until such time arises.

Oh! The move turned up some of my oldest and most favorite films. I'm thinking a Robin Hood: Men in Tights/Labyrinth/Sleepless in Seattle/While You Were Sleeping/Cat City marathon. Whoot!

My little cousin, Nicole, is running around the kitchen helping my mom with anything and everything so she "can make it Thanksgiving quicker!" *dies of the cute* The good thing about living in the boonies is only the relatives who really love you (and vice versa) come to your holiday dinner.

And with that, my five minutes are up and I'm back on cheese plate duty.

*snicker*

*Jules opens her LiveJournal without realizing little cousin Nicole is standing behind her*

"Hey, there's Joey and Lance, Lance and Chris, that's JC... and there's one more..."

(my default icon is the bulletproof JoLa, the mood icon for my last entry features Lance and Chris, and the icon I used for it was JC)

Heh. Justin as "the other one." Imagine that.