As I write it is currently (is that redundant?) 2:16 in the a.m. I've spent the better part of 2 1/2 hours pacing my room, listening to some different shit ranging to the same Johnny Cash song (least half a dozen times), some Evanescence (don't judge me), and ... something that may be Chechnyan rap, I think 0.0 I was munching on the world's ( Read more... )

For which I am proud of him.  He--my mom's parakeet, aka "Rainbow"--is currently situated in one corner of my semi-sorta-not-really-organized room, with a window in front of him and one to the side.  I think that maybe I'll get him a friend.  I've been thinking it'd be funny to get a black bird (some sort of finch, maybe?) and name it Charlie ( Read more... )

In other words: I'M PACKING.

All in all, it appears that when we load up the van to get the hell out of Dodge (okay, so that's on the other side of the state, so what?), contents shall include seven, count them, seven boxes of varying sizes containing books.  To accommodate said books, two bookshelves are accompanying them.  I've got one of those ( Read more... )