Some Things.

[that_maddy_girl]

It is 5.39pm and I am so cold in my house. A good thing is that I have a place to live as soon as I move out. A wierd thing is that I had to take a "pulmonary-something-or-other" test today. (It wasn't actually called a "pulmonary-something-or-other" test.) I had to breathe all the way in and then all the way out into this tube that connected to something that connected to the computer, and I had to breathe out for seven seconds. Then I had to breathe in again a lot. I did all this 4 times. Then I had to breathe in and out and in and out really fast and really deep into the previously mentioned breathing machine, for 12 seconds. That was pretty wierd, but the doctor was talking the whole time so it wasn't just me in a silent room, breathing really hard. Awkward all the same, indeed. A funny thing is that my neighbor just asked me to drive her to her office to drop someone's car keys off to them and she didn't have her own car because she got in a wreck the other day. But I like her so it was ok. That's why this post was started at 5.39pm and now it's 6.28pm. A cool thing is that I'm taking yoga at Chemeketa and Poetry online in order to get enough credits to graduate by the end of the school year. I really hope I can, but I guess it's completely up to me to make it happen anyways. Jesus, that's two months from now. An ironic thing is that I'm so terribly excited to move out and be on my own and away from my family and not be in school, but I'm scared to death. I don't think I've really told anyone that. Losing the security of going to school everyday will be strange to me for a long while. Going home to an empty house will be strange, but also I'll feel like all those girls in movies that have a bag of groceries in one arm and try to unlock the door with the other one. Then I'll come inside and pour some milk for my kitty and listen to my phone messages and turn on music and then the man of my dreams will come to my door. That or I'll get killed by my boss but brought back to life (sort of) by tons and tons of cats and then I'll come home and say "HONEY, I'M HOME. OH, I FORGOT, I'M NOT MARRIED." and pour milk for my kitty and drink it myself as well because I have indeed become a cat-woman. Then I'll take a horrible shiny black jacket and sew it up and make it a really sexy cat suit and get a whip and that will be all I will wear unless I go back to the office the next day and be a secretary once again and my boss will be like "WHAAAT?" and then I'll kill him. Also, my hair will be fluffier. Unless it's under the cat mask. An annoying thing is that my mom thinks I stole her Faith Hill cd. Which I really really did not do, but she is convinced. And she "cleans" my room ALL the time, which means throwing things that look like garbage that I need away and shoving everything else into one corner so at least it looks clean to her. Then she tells me to clean my room over and over and over and gets mad at me about it. So, so strange. I will never get that woman. Grr. A LOVELY, LOVELY, LOVELY THING IS THAT IT IS GETTING NICER AND NICER AND EVEN THOUGH IT RAINS, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT MOTHER NATURE IS JUST GETTING IT OUT OF HER SYSTEM BEFORE IT IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. I still really, really want there to be a MaddyVille and everyone I like will live there and we'll have a general store and a crazy local drunk. You can all fight for who gets to be the drunk. I AM MADELYN. HEAR ME ROAR. CLASSIFIED ADS: If you are looking for a place to live starting in June, and if I like you and can stand to be around you for a long period of time, and you don't mind parties, in fact you support them, and if you have a job that will be able to pay part of the rent, and if you are capable of intelligent conversation, then PLEASE, contact me at my phone number that you should already know if I like you enough for you to be my roommate. ALSO: I AM GOING TO A CONCERT INSTEAD OF WALKING AT MY POTENTIAL (PROBABLE) GRADUATION. Hooray for that. I have so many butterflies in my stomach. Maybe I'll fly away someday. What a strange expression. Can you imagine actually having real butterflies inside you? It's kind of disturbing. Dan got a new fargo hat. It makes me really happy.