uh, nevermind...
yeah, so i'm officially retracting my last entry. apparently, no one reads my journal until i write something like "feeling forgotten," then i wake up with 50 e-mails in my inbox. you guys are sweet. is anyone planning on updating anytime soon? if things don't change, i'm actually gonna have to *work* while i'm at work.
i am freezing my nuts off.
had the office ladies come to my apartment to show me how to pump oil into my kerosene heaters and start it up. was extrememly worried about the state of my apartment. but, it was actually really clean because i cleared away the fifteen layers of crap and did the dishes before i went to bed. i'm glad i did a once over before i let them into the living room, though. had a single bra on the floor. it was would have made a lovely picture. i should get some black and white film and make a coffee table book: "Articles of Underclothes: Too Tired to Clean," an anthology of black & white photos. i'd buy a copy.
read almost 80 pages of the first harry potter book in japanese. so happy because the last time i tried to read it i got tired about 8 pages and an hour after i started. go me. i can read!
i was kind of worried about suffocating from the carbon monoxide that my kerosene heaters are going to produce, but it's all good. they smells so smoky that i could never forget that they're on (knock on wood) and forget to vent the place every once in a while. still, i told my office that i'm haunting them if i die. i mean it.
got into a conversation with a 5 year old about where the war is actually being fought. he said america is dangerous because there is a war there. i said the war is in iraq. we're no more dangerous than tokyo. he said nuh-uh. i said uh-huh. he said nuh-uh. i told him to go eat his paste. he looked confused. point: me.
i am freezing my nuts off.
had the office ladies come to my apartment to show me how to pump oil into my kerosene heaters and start it up. was extrememly worried about the state of my apartment. but, it was actually really clean because i cleared away the fifteen layers of crap and did the dishes before i went to bed. i'm glad i did a once over before i let them into the living room, though. had a single bra on the floor. it was would have made a lovely picture. i should get some black and white film and make a coffee table book: "Articles of Underclothes: Too Tired to Clean," an anthology of black & white photos. i'd buy a copy.
read almost 80 pages of the first harry potter book in japanese. so happy because the last time i tried to read it i got tired about 8 pages and an hour after i started. go me. i can read!
i was kind of worried about suffocating from the carbon monoxide that my kerosene heaters are going to produce, but it's all good. they smells so smoky that i could never forget that they're on (knock on wood) and forget to vent the place every once in a while. still, i told my office that i'm haunting them if i die. i mean it.
got into a conversation with a 5 year old about where the war is actually being fought. he said america is dangerous because there is a war there. i said the war is in iraq. we're no more dangerous than tokyo. he said nuh-uh. i said uh-huh. he said nuh-uh. i told him to go eat his paste. he looked confused. point: me.