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Today, Matt's mom fed me the first real, hot meal I've had in who knows how long. There was much rejoicing. Mashed potatoes and gravy make the world go 'round and make my tummy very, very happy.
The new cat will be here on October 7th. Hopefully, this pet won't chew up/demolish anything in the house or relieve itself on the carpet, like a certain ex-pet I happen to know. I've only told half of my roommates about my new pet (Casey), so I'm wondering how this will turn out.
The guitar-learning hasn't been going so well lately, which I blame on work and school taking up so much of my time *cough cough*. I keep making promises to myself to set time aside and blah blah blah. I'm only on the computer right now becausing I'm trying to find excuses to put off practice. I suck.
I hope Steve moves out. He threw a party last Wednesday night with weed, booze, and girls that are barely out of high school, knowing that I had a morning class the next day. Who the fuck has a party on a Wednesday night?? This kind of stuff makes me feel really old because I'm always the one bitching about the smoking and the parties. I feel like the parent. I think that's why I keep my mouth shut about it all the time. I spent the first two years of college just fucking around, and now it's time for me to be a big girl and start taking things a little more seriously. I told Casey I was moving, who turned around and told Steve. Steve's now in the process of looking for a new apartment. I know that I can't afford to move out right now, but maybe if I keep going with this whole thing a little bit longer Steve will move out and I'll be able to move somebody else in.
I have lots more to write, but I should probably practice my poor, neglected guitar tonight before I lose my thunder. Damn, damn and damn.