Oh, right. Posts with, like, words...
My mom decided to yell at me for eating a cookie. But it was really just funny. Heh.
Yesterday: one month left. I'm looking forward to Obama's administration. Even with the Richard Warren thing. At least I hope that's the guy's name, otherwise I really haven't been paying attention...
Tomorrow I will probably clean my room. I will definitely write. There is no question there. I also need to put my credit card payment in the mail and at some point eat food... bring things up to the attic, and get started on the next book I'll be reading. I am so happy that I ended up deciding not to work this week. I know they still drastically need me down there (ask me sometime, I'll tell you how many trucks full of books are still left to be shelved), but I need a real break. I did not realize how much until last week, when as each day went by I felt more and more tired. This weekend barely counts because everyone's been so stressed about the snow. Not entirely stressed, but in the sense that they know that they will have to drive in the storms' aftermath(s).
My dog is just weird. But also very cute.
I feel the need for new music. I wish I had lots of money for that purpose. Instead I keep spending it all on clothes... happily, they are clothes that actually fit me. I need those...
The one thing I do not like about being home is that the heat does jack shit. Seriously. I mean, it is shelter from outside, which is excellent, and we have power (more than can be said for some people - I really hope everyone gets their power back by Christmas, because if not, that would just suck), but it tends to be quite cold in the house. The point of being inside is that you don't have to wear really warm things ... apparently they missed that one. Even when I'm wearing sweatshirts or something else, my hands are still cold, and I can't go around wearing my mittens all day. Too impractical.
Now I'm wasting the time I was going to use to write a little. Well, here are my priorities, apparently...
Yesterday: one month left. I'm looking forward to Obama's administration. Even with the Richard Warren thing. At least I hope that's the guy's name, otherwise I really haven't been paying attention...
Tomorrow I will probably clean my room. I will definitely write. There is no question there. I also need to put my credit card payment in the mail and at some point eat food... bring things up to the attic, and get started on the next book I'll be reading. I am so happy that I ended up deciding not to work this week. I know they still drastically need me down there (ask me sometime, I'll tell you how many trucks full of books are still left to be shelved), but I need a real break. I did not realize how much until last week, when as each day went by I felt more and more tired. This weekend barely counts because everyone's been so stressed about the snow. Not entirely stressed, but in the sense that they know that they will have to drive in the storms' aftermath(s).
My dog is just weird. But also very cute.
I feel the need for new music. I wish I had lots of money for that purpose. Instead I keep spending it all on clothes... happily, they are clothes that actually fit me. I need those...
The one thing I do not like about being home is that the heat does jack shit. Seriously. I mean, it is shelter from outside, which is excellent, and we have power (more than can be said for some people - I really hope everyone gets their power back by Christmas, because if not, that would just suck), but it tends to be quite cold in the house. The point of being inside is that you don't have to wear really warm things ... apparently they missed that one. Even when I'm wearing sweatshirts or something else, my hands are still cold, and I can't go around wearing my mittens all day. Too impractical.
Now I'm wasting the time I was going to use to write a little. Well, here are my priorities, apparently...