I wish I didn't have a stomach sometimes.
This whole Virginia thing is at the forefront of my brain. I'm trying to work out every little detail before I even know if or when I'm moving. I tend to do things like that, because I'm a silly person. Mostly I've been thinking about school. If Chris does take the job (which we should be finding out within the week, not to keep you all hanging), then I'm probably going to call Point Park this week or next to tell them I won't be coming back this semester. I mean, because even if we're not moving until, say, October, it would be stupid to pay for a semester, get no credits for it, and not be able to get that money back when I could very well be using it to pay back the loans, or for a semester at a different school in Virginia. So if we are moving, at least I'll be getting a semester off. Which might be fun, but boring. Then again, it would give me time to get used to a new neighborhood, new busses, new biking...yeah. At least it's some place I've lived before, even if it's only been for like the sum total of a month or two. It does mean no more crazy spontaneous ten-hour road trips to New York or Jersey, but it also means a beach and 24-hour IHOPs, cheaper cigarettes, and flatter landscape.
But moving away from that, because I'm sure I'll post some new thought about it everyday until I actually find out whether or not I'm moving...
I desperately want a pet. Something tiny, fuzzy, and hyper that I can keep in a cage and make little plastic tube paths all over the apartment. Like a rat or a gerbil. I've had pets my whole life and I really miss having something to hang out with that has no greater purpose in life but to be cute and soft. Chris and I were talking about getting pet rats, but that might not be the best idea right now. It's just suprising how much company something so small and barely conscious of itself can keep you.
Lastly, I'm a little sad today, because I was supposed to go to Nina's today for "Swiss Cheese and Eighties Night Night" (which includes exactly what it implies), but my stomach's been weird since I woke up, so that's gonna have to wait until tomorrow. The good news is, there will be pictures.
But moving away from that, because I'm sure I'll post some new thought about it everyday until I actually find out whether or not I'm moving...
I desperately want a pet. Something tiny, fuzzy, and hyper that I can keep in a cage and make little plastic tube paths all over the apartment. Like a rat or a gerbil. I've had pets my whole life and I really miss having something to hang out with that has no greater purpose in life but to be cute and soft. Chris and I were talking about getting pet rats, but that might not be the best idea right now. It's just suprising how much company something so small and barely conscious of itself can keep you.
Lastly, I'm a little sad today, because I was supposed to go to Nina's today for "Swiss Cheese and Eighties Night Night" (which includes exactly what it implies), but my stomach's been weird since I woke up, so that's gonna have to wait until tomorrow. The good news is, there will be pictures.