sit down son

So I walked into the shop about half an hour ago now, took one look around, and was randomly struck with the inspiration to rearrange half the shop.

So I did. I think I'm covered in some sort of dust now from dragging huge racks around, and I have one more I think I'm going to move in a bit when I get up the energy to drag it that far [this one is at the BACK of the shop and I want it at the front, while the others I was basically moving just around the front square of the place. The shop itself....is actually pretty big. haha]

I love having the unwritten permission to do this though because John only asks me to brainstorm things like this every other WEEK. And I rarely come up with anything. So it's a standing offer: Get bored, rearrange. Good times. At least this time I wasn't trying to get the damn mannequin redressed without detaching every single limb on her body. >.< Anything that looked like molestation was DEFINITELY not intentional and only happened because I am a lot smaller than the damn mannequin and it...hates me. Or something.

OTHERWISE. My schedule next semester looks excellent to the point where I'll actually be able to keep up and focus. Which is, well, novel. To say the least. XD There's a musical theatre class I'm auditioning to get into on Tuesday. *____* Predictions are that I'm going to hate half my classmates, or at least want to knock their brains out with large blunt objects, but I shall refrain. Actually Bailey bullied me into asking for the audition because she didn't want to be in there alone with them. Amusing. We should manage to have WEEKS AND WEEKS worth of front porch jabber off that and the other theatre class I'm taking, as like, EVERYONE I HANG OUT WITH it seems is in that class. Gary won't know what hit him. Or rather, he will. But I predict much beard-shaking humor for that one [I swear to god he looks like santa. LOVE HIM. Great prof.]

Oh god I'm rambling hard core again. Don't shoot me. ;__;

WE CAN NOW SEE IN OUR KITCHEN! And it's clean. The two combined are like. A miracle. Basically the wiring to the overhead light completely Does Not Work so we've had a little desk light in there all semester. Yesterday Bailey got the brilliant idea to hang this...paper lantern thing in there. So we were scrambling on the tiny counter and putting hooks in the ceiling and basically doing a multitude of acts of Daring-Do in order to BRIGHT LIGHT TO THE KITCHEN. This is a big deal. Seriously.

On that note, I am beginning to suspect that my roommate is secretly a cannibal and is fattening me up to eat at some point. Not that I mind. The food's damn good.

Still addicted to Bones. Still in love with Zack. Why is his amazing nerdiness and inability to function like a normal person so adorable? Don't know, don't care. Love.

Joe came by last night. And is now on my flist! Yay for new friends. *\o/* We played GH [I won consistently. Obsession pays off] and watched Adult Swim.

Bleach was on. The ep that ends with Aizen up on the wall.

I do not watch dubs often. This is why:

Kira spoke. Hands fly to ears. "NO"

Byakuya spoke. Died. Almost three remote at screen. Had massive hissy fit.

Someone said "Abarai" I cannot even begin to tell you had badly they mispronounced it if you haven't seen it. Died. Shouted it correctly everytime they said it.

Said "BASTARD!" every time they showed Aizen. Confused Joe.

Heard Gin speak. Cried. WHAT IS THAT SHIT. ;___;

And yet. Still bounced all over the couch as the end of the episode drew nigh. I like it when shit hits the fan.

Overall it was painful but apparently hilarious. :|


POLL: What is this new y!m and should I download it?



I think I'm done. >.>