Bleh!
The floor guys came yesterday and accomplished nothing spectacular. Hardly worth the effort I had to put into moving everything from here to there and back again. Oh well.
So I went and saw The Devil's Rejects with The Boy and Drumzilla last night. Despite it's goodness, I'm semi-surprised that after not sleeping for damn near 24 hours, I didn't fall asleep during it.
Speaking of those two tards...
They're becoming increasingly distressed with their band's lack of a singer (and understandably so). They're really pretty fucking rad, and it's a shame that the only place they ever play...is in a basement.
If any of you happen to know someone, please do contact one of them!
So currently, my living quarters are a mess. While I've managed to move everything back in here, the only thing I've actually accomplished is...hooking my computater back up. I keep telling myself it's so that I could listen to music while I put my room back together, but really...it's because I can't stand not having my computater hooked up and readily available should I happen to desperately neeeeeed to have access to a computater.
Also: I need to get some sort of rugs for my rooms. My mother suggested this. I'm not so sure about that...
I think this is nifty, but I'll probably end up with this. But no one really cares about rugs, anyway...
My mother also told me that I need to get a new comforter, because aparently Blue's Clues is immature. Who knew!? I told her I wanted this and she just walked away.
And how fucking sweet is this thing?! If it's comfortable, sign me up, Son.
This guy made me laugh. Lots.
When I finally got around to charging my cell phone, I found that I had 17 new voicemails, but only because I havn't bothered to actually check it in the last week. I don't like checking my voicemail as it is, and the more I have...the less motivated I am to do it because I don't really want to sit there and listen to 245533684654 messages (and at least half from my mother or grandmother) about nothing at all.
I can't find my check book and it's really starting to irritate me. Especially since my car payment - the one payment I can't pay online - is due on the 6th.
Blah blah blah...
There was something else, but dang if I can remember.
Yo-ho-ho, it's a pirates life for me!
Also, I think I will be making lasagna sometime this week, because I want it. Bad. And because I like to make a mess and accomplish something at the same time. Go Team Chef!
The floor guys came yesterday and accomplished nothing spectacular. Hardly worth the effort I had to put into moving everything from here to there and back again. Oh well.

So I went and saw The Devil's Rejects with The Boy and Drumzilla last night. Despite it's goodness, I'm semi-surprised that after not sleeping for damn near 24 hours, I didn't fall asleep during it.

Speaking of those two tards...
They're becoming increasingly distressed with their band's lack of a singer (and understandably so). They're really pretty fucking rad, and it's a shame that the only place they ever play...is in a basement.


So currently, my living quarters are a mess. While I've managed to move everything back in here, the only thing I've actually accomplished is...hooking my computater back up. I keep telling myself it's so that I could listen to music while I put my room back together, but really...it's because I can't stand not having my computater hooked up and readily available should I happen to desperately neeeeeed to have access to a computater.

Also: I need to get some sort of rugs for my rooms. My mother suggested this. I'm not so sure about that...

My mother also told me that I need to get a new comforter, because aparently Blue's Clues is immature. Who knew!? I told her I wanted this and she just walked away.

And how fucking sweet is this thing?! If it's comfortable, sign me up, Son.
This guy made me laugh. Lots.
When I finally got around to charging my cell phone, I found that I had 17 new voicemails, but only because I havn't bothered to actually check it in the last week. I don't like checking my voicemail as it is, and the more I have...the less motivated I am to do it because I don't really want to sit there and listen to 245533684654 messages (and at least half from my mother or grandmother) about nothing at all.

I can't find my check book and it's really starting to irritate me. Especially since my car payment - the one payment I can't pay online - is due on the 6th.
Blah blah blah...
There was something else, but dang if I can remember.
Yo-ho-ho, it's a pirates life for me!

Also, I think I will be making lasagna sometime this week, because I want it. Bad. And because I like to make a mess and accomplish something at the same time. Go Team Chef!

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Secondly on the list of things that aren't first in line: HAHAHAHAHAHA. Short bus company. That's awesome. If you get that job you will be a God and I'll make a shrine in my closet dedicated to your work at el Provider-o.