Eh.
Okay, since I get melodramatic after midnight, I'll try writing an entry before that. Like now.
First, there's construction outside the apartment. 9am they start with the pounding.
Reminds me of living at the apartment, but this is a fraction more annoying. They're doing something under the road and so they have to dig it up.
The last couple days I couldn't understand why I looked so tired. Now I know the answer.
My mother says it's good practice for when I have my job.
But see, that's different! I want to get up for that. Getting up because of construction is not my choice.
Philip Glass is still cool. Just so you know.
Cassie says I can put a bookcase in the living room. Good! My books have been crying because they've been in my closet in boxes.
My mother sent me books to cheer me up. Apparently she's felt that I've been depressed. I guess that's kinda true.
To marginally explain the fiasco of last Friday: I had to go for drug testing and it didn't quite work . . . but I got out of it in the end, which is great 'cause that was going to get really complicated . . .
Um, as long as no one spreads this around . . . I'm going to be an aunt again at the end of July! My mother called me in Wal-Mart last Saturday and I didn't hear my phone, so she left a voice mail. I got this stalker-sounding whispered message of "you're going to be an aunt on July 30th."
I stood there in the middle of Wal-Mart gaping like an idiot. Cassie was almost as happy as I was! I'm gonna be an aunt again! WOO!
WOO!
I had a dream that Cassie tormented me. Like, she and I were going down a snow covered hill and she was behind me on a snowboard and I was laying stomach down on a large sled. She kept making snowdrifts appear in front of me so I went through them. Then she went to the bottom of the hill where there was an inn and walked inside so she could watch me flounder down the hill on my huge-ass sled in warmth and snugness.
I found that my sled wouldn't slow down and I ended up hitting the steps into the inn and flew off the sled and in the doors of the inn. I got up and Cassie was unhappy with me 'cause I embarassed her so she sent me to my room to change before dinner.
The next scene, it was night and I was getting ready to sleep. I had a really small room and it only contained a bed. I lay down and while I slept, Cassie pushed a big humidifier into my room, turned it on full blast, and shut my door.
I smiled when I felt the humid air, but woke up when I couldn't breathe. The humidity was so high in the small room that the air was mostly water and I was drowning.
Did I mention we bought a humidifier last weekend?
My bass clarinet is here with me.
I can still play, but not as loud as I would like.
It was odd making my fingers stretch and remember. The instrument looks old and worn and I would have to get a new one if I wanted to do anything musically, but for a broken down musician like me, it'll be fine.
So I owe Xmas presents. Soon, I promise.
I have a wool hat that needs washed but I don't know how to do it. Wool is weird.
But you don't see sheep shrinking! How is that fair? hahah
I'm stuck on Twilight Princess. Well, not stuck, just annoyed. I thought floors that fell out from under you were bad . . . no, random platforms that disappear are far more annoying.
But Link will save the day.
And the Princess Zelda.
I haven't touched my story in a while. I look at my lap top and grit my teeth. I realized there's major holes in the story.
feh.
First, there's construction outside the apartment. 9am they start with the pounding.
Reminds me of living at the apartment, but this is a fraction more annoying. They're doing something under the road and so they have to dig it up.
The last couple days I couldn't understand why I looked so tired. Now I know the answer.
My mother says it's good practice for when I have my job.
But see, that's different! I want to get up for that. Getting up because of construction is not my choice.
Philip Glass is still cool. Just so you know.
Cassie says I can put a bookcase in the living room. Good! My books have been crying because they've been in my closet in boxes.
My mother sent me books to cheer me up. Apparently she's felt that I've been depressed. I guess that's kinda true.
To marginally explain the fiasco of last Friday: I had to go for drug testing and it didn't quite work . . . but I got out of it in the end, which is great 'cause that was going to get really complicated . . .
Um, as long as no one spreads this around . . . I'm going to be an aunt again at the end of July! My mother called me in Wal-Mart last Saturday and I didn't hear my phone, so she left a voice mail. I got this stalker-sounding whispered message of "you're going to be an aunt on July 30th."
I stood there in the middle of Wal-Mart gaping like an idiot. Cassie was almost as happy as I was! I'm gonna be an aunt again! WOO!
WOO!
I had a dream that Cassie tormented me. Like, she and I were going down a snow covered hill and she was behind me on a snowboard and I was laying stomach down on a large sled. She kept making snowdrifts appear in front of me so I went through them. Then she went to the bottom of the hill where there was an inn and walked inside so she could watch me flounder down the hill on my huge-ass sled in warmth and snugness.
I found that my sled wouldn't slow down and I ended up hitting the steps into the inn and flew off the sled and in the doors of the inn. I got up and Cassie was unhappy with me 'cause I embarassed her so she sent me to my room to change before dinner.
The next scene, it was night and I was getting ready to sleep. I had a really small room and it only contained a bed. I lay down and while I slept, Cassie pushed a big humidifier into my room, turned it on full blast, and shut my door.
I smiled when I felt the humid air, but woke up when I couldn't breathe. The humidity was so high in the small room that the air was mostly water and I was drowning.
Did I mention we bought a humidifier last weekend?
My bass clarinet is here with me.
I can still play, but not as loud as I would like.
It was odd making my fingers stretch and remember. The instrument looks old and worn and I would have to get a new one if I wanted to do anything musically, but for a broken down musician like me, it'll be fine.
So I owe Xmas presents. Soon, I promise.
I have a wool hat that needs washed but I don't know how to do it. Wool is weird.
But you don't see sheep shrinking! How is that fair? hahah
I'm stuck on Twilight Princess. Well, not stuck, just annoyed. I thought floors that fell out from under you were bad . . . no, random platforms that disappear are far more annoying.
But Link will save the day.
And the Princess Zelda.
I haven't touched my story in a while. I look at my lap top and grit my teeth. I realized there's major holes in the story.
feh.