Finally home

I'm finally back home. Well, I've been home for 2 weeks, but I barely had time to catch my breath before I was gone again to Columbus for the burnoff I worked at all weekend. I think the trip to Alberta and working in Columbus left me worn out. I feel really run down in the mornings and I don't bound up and down stairs like I normally do.

But Alberta was amazing. It went far better then I expected. I thought I was going to get bored with the digging, nope. Stayed interested the whole time, and actually left the trip with a greater appreciation for what paleontologists do and I'm more interested in dinosaurs.

I did, however, realize that I need to do more research before I go on these trips.

Columbus was good, too. I got to see everyone from the circuit that I don't see so much now that I have a full-time job. And it was nice to work outside again, and have the work be straightforward. "Liz, make some pork." "Someone get me ribs." Also, no one is paranoid and though we are working 14 hours in what I think is the rudest city in the nation, no one bitches too much. But I guess the grass is greener on the other side.

Since I've been home, I've realized that my roommate does just suck. He hates my cat for no good reason (because he leaves furballs around the apartment). Please. This, of coarse, pisses me off. When I lived with Meghan and Lulu, we were up to our eyeballs in fur, no one died. Actually, you could say we came out for the better because we are all good friends. Luke and I talk and get along for the most part. But I never want to hang out in my apartment (which is good I guess since I am never home). Unfortunately, I feel like I am walking around on eggshells, because I know it is only a matter of time before he really bitches again, pushes me too far, and I really lay into him. This feels just like it did when I lived at home and my stepdad and I were fighting. He plans on moving out in October, hopefully he does.

OK, now I'm off to Louisville to see Sleater-Kinney one last time.