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. :|


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I think I'm done. >.>

Wait, what am I updating about? OHRIGHT. People.

And feeling old because SERIOUSLY. If I hear about one more person who I practically rolled around in diapers with getting engaged I'll....okay, I don't know what. But the point is that In the what, two weeks I've been home? I've run into a LOT of people I went to school with and all. And sure, I'm totally cool with accepting the fact that like, Lizzy is engaged and getting married because I looked UP to her, she's OLDER than me...

But when i start hearing about Ashlyn and Melissa and Sarah and another Melissa and and and. *brainmelt* Then I start going "THESE PEOPL ARE *MY* AGE! ARE THEY NUTS?!" And for the first one or two in a few week period, I'm all like "Okay, they're just a bit nuts" but it just keeps ON and ON and ON.

I am getting old, and I can't even buy alcohol yet. To me, this is just a bit effed up.

I am not getting married until I have a life, livelihood, whathaveyou. I am going to finish school, GO places, see things. I'm not ready to be tied down yet. I don't think I can even handle like, a boyfriend thingy again. Not if it was like the last one. Seeing the same person every day, HAVING to spend time with them. No. Just--no. There's too much else in life to DO. I have years and years to worry about that. Not now.

Also, for anyone who's been reading this for donkey years and has a memory like an elephant, Caroline is in town for the hols and sent me a facebook message wanting to hang out. Weird. Apparently my karma is pretty brilliant though. Because RIGHT after I say "Okay, sure, let's give this another shot without the HS dramatics" [but not put that way because, well. That would be odd], good things happen. Oh, karma, you love me and I love you back. ♥