Well, I’m done with the quarter. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I say, I’m DONE WITH THE QUARTER. Yeah, I’m pretty thrilled. What’s funny about my elation is that this was actually a pretty un-stressful quarter, since I only had two real classes; it’s going to get much much busier from here. But, you know, everyone has that anxiety about their first term anywhere. At least I know I can probably do this. One quarter down, 17-20 to go…
My parents asked me for a Christmas list, and I had a lot of trouble composing it. I’d love to say that I’ve become less materialistic, but no–I had no problem telling my friends what I wanted. It’s that I’ve reached the point in my life where everything I want, they’re not likely to give me. My parents don’t like giving me books or CDs that they’re not personally familiar with, which I understand–if they got me a CD that they knew nothing about, just because I asked for it, it’d basically be like giving me cash. The problem is that, music-wise, I am now much much smarter and more sophisticated than my parents. So everything on my real wish list is either ludicrously expensive (an iPod), or something they’re not likely to get me (a book or CD they haven’t heard of, or a GameCube). You want to know how bad it is? This year, I mostly asked for clothes. And a cookbook. That’s how bad it is.
This entry is sounding really spoiled. But I’m not upset about this or anything, especially since my parents are really good at finding things I like. And to some extent it’s that, unlike my younger days, there isn’t a particular gift that would turn me into a happier person. (Except maybe that iPod.) But mostly I think it’s another sign of my changing relationship with my parents (the first sign being when they turned my room into the den). That is, as I become a more independent person, they get less of a sense of what sort of stuff I’m into. If things continue on this track, and I’m sure they will, eventually it’ll be like my parents’ relationship with their parents, who send cash to the grandkids and a birdfeeder to the adults.
Well, it’s time for me to put the finishing touches on leaving Irvine for a month. I hope to see some of you real soon.