New Monday

This friday, my adorable and tall sister turned 19 years old. I find this terrifying, considering I'm pretty sure she was about 13 a week ago.

This saturday, Kendra (the roomie) and I graduated. She walked, I didn't...still, we won't know who WON college until all the graduation cards roll in. C'mon, people, this is a matter of my poverty and my pride!

Today, Kendra moved out and drove off to Ohio, to live with her family for a bit. I can't really comment, it hasn't quite hit me yet. But I must say I'm sorry they headed out before we could hug this morning, and I miss her. More later.

Tomorrow, I start my new, full-time, booktastic job at Bookstore, thus psudonymed to avoid doocing (look it up). Very, very excited/ nervous/ planning cute and booksmart outfits to dazzle customers and self.


oh, and I need to call RCN. I hope they are not, in fact, terrible terrible people, and will bring me cable, internet and phone services with minimal agony on my part.

Idlewild

Despite many, many things to do, I'm bored as hell today.

I must remind myself that this is no-one's fault but my own...I just happen to prefer madness.

Cancel-ed!

For about six months, my dad's been planning on coming down, bringing his friend Rick and Rick's truck, to help me move my furniture to my new apartment. Dad tells me, today (with the assumed arrival date of tomorrow)that Rick's truck broke down and Dale, who was going to drive my dad down to Chicago, bailed on him.


So.


I have a full apartment, no truck, no heavy-lifters, and arms the size of pipe-cleaners. Yes. Yes. So much stuff I can't lift or transport myself. balls. balls balls crap.


Now would be as good a time as any for the zombie apocolypse.

The Golden Mean

I've been a good girl for a very long time.

I have not, however, been watching my ass. Since the only thing I hate more than people who say they love things more than air (you LOVE air? really. REALLY. you love it. Like one may love, what, shelter? Not...say, require it. Or appreciate it. Or simply need it to live. Love it, huh? Freaking idiot.) is people who let themselves go, I'll be doing sit-ups this evening. My belly is NOT at optimal flatness.


Ah, and for the record, 'Mr.Brooks' is all sorts of fantastic, and just begging for a sequel. Much more worthy of continuation than, for example, Shrek. Just saying.


Hmm. I miss Guy. I miss him more than clean drinking water.