--my first day is tomorrow!  (So everything is good.)

I need to pick out my outfit tonight so that I don't take forever in the morning doing so...I'm already going to take forever because I'm no longer accustomed to waking up early, bleah.

I am nervous, even though I've already met my bosses and two of my coworkers and found them all to be really nice.

Eric and I went to see Coraline (so cool!) last night at the Newport Mall...and I tragically left my purse behind and didn't notice until this afternoon.  My license, credit card, phone, school insurance card, and apt. key were all in it, plus some cash.  I tried calling the theater a couple times, but no one's turned anything in to lost and found and the janitors--if they even exist--didn't discover it either, so I canceled my phone and credit card.  Mostly bummed about the license and KEY, although I do have my passport; my mother was SHOCKED when I told her I would have to pay $100+ for changing the apt. lock if that purse and key don't show up.  I'm crossing my fingers in hopes that some good Samaritan found it all and is planning on mailing it back to me.

I'm definitely not wild about carrying my passport around and using it to get into bars... I'm not sure what kind of information you need on hand in order to get a general ID, BUT I'm hoping that the fact that I have my passport counts for all of it, since I basically had to regurgitate even my soul and place it on the counter in order to get that thing.

...At least the movie was good.

Quit freezing and having errors so that I can delete certain pictures before accepting the friend requests of my parents' peers, which have been pending for DAYS.  Also, why do  SO MANY respectable women past the age of 40 insist on having an account with you (my sister's fifth grade teacher, for instance), and HOW HAVE THEY FOUND ME???

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I have a sore throat.  It peeves me.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow, but who does.

Liz's blog reminded me of resolutions.  I will have to make some when I am not so hungry for breakfast.  I always seem to forget them by mid-February, however.  Perhaps 2009 is DIFFERENT!!!

And of course I would be staring at a CAT CAM on a morning like this.  I reallyreally love this pic of a rhododendron:
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-HGWlt_kcc

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Or...write in Ron Paul on your ballot :)
(I'm a cool kid, and I'm doing it!)

(This is pretty much a whine-fest, borne of my immaturity.)

I feel very...not in control.  And not in the good way (if, at this point, there is or ever was one).

When I think about it, I really don't have anything to complain about.  Free food, free laundry, awesome roommates (though I'm absent 97% of the time), someone whom I can share EVERYTHING with and not worry about being freaky or anything else, and the list goes on.

I just have this yearning for something that I knew I would probably relinquish in the future at some point.  I just miss a lot of things, and all I hear is how irrational it is to be unhappy about not having something or the ability to do something, etc., when I could just be happy in the moment with what I do have.  So I'm kind of an ingrate, and I understand that.  But just every once in a while, I miss being able to do something on a whim, to let loose and not worry about being inappropriate, etc.

I guess it's kinda like being a wild animal at the zoo.  I'm being well taken care of, but I don't feel natural; I don't feel very much like myself.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm just naive in my thinking.  It's just that kind of a day week month.

I'm really sorry I'm never around.  I'm trying to fix that, and when it gets colder there will be no excuse for me to spend so much time off campus.

I can't stand it here anymore.  I'm tired of Tom always being at our house, at dinner, upstairs, everywhere.  I finally had it with him after we had a debate about the degree of darkness in the early 40s version of Batman comics, and he for no reason shrugged me off, as if my knowledge and opinions simply didn't matter since they contradicted his, and proclaimed himself to be the biggest comic book nerd ever.  Lie!  This is the shit he always does.  Never wrong, never even mistaken, always 100% fucking right and if that is ever in question then the statement of his guru-hood on whatever subject should suffice to shut up whoever he disagrees with, regardless.  Shrugs and eye-rolling if it doesn't, then complaining to my sister and whatever friends he is hanging out with about the ignorance in the world opposing his genius.

And I can't stand these goddamn alien theories he and my sister keep bouncing around.   It's absofuckinglutely driving me insane, all this garbage about 2012 and complex crop circles and abductions and dreams and aliens living among us.  Crop circles are made by people wearing fucking snow shoes playing pranks on their neighbors.  I am not opposed to extraterrestrial life; in fact, I highly doubt that there is not some civilization out there in the universe more advanced than us.  But quit trying to convince me that the world is going to end with a full chorus of aliens in the background in four years.  You're ruining my day!  Get out of my house!

Really that's all it is.  I want Tom out of our house and lives, and especially away from my sister.  I have nothing in common with her anymore.    I don't want to talk about aliens or salvia and I don't find potheads and regular trippers to be amusing.

In fact, I pretty much hate potheads.  They all act the same--lazy, slightly deranged, solely interested in where to find good bud and the various methods of smoking it.

I think I'm going to try to fly up to Jersey early, like around Aug. 3, and stay up there waiting for school.  This is my last real summer most likely, and I've pretty much despised it the whole time I've been down here aside from the week Eric was visiting.  So why stay in terrible Texas??

God I need sleep.  And to quit getting sick.

is so boring!  I miss Jersey badly...

2.	Guido	1717 up, 288 down
	an Italian American man usually residing in New York or New Jersey. He wears shirts that are too tight and unbuttoned 5 buttons too low to show off the chest that he spent hours and hours at the gym obtaining, he spends more time on his hair than his girlfriend, and continues to "hit the clubs" long into his mid to late 30's. Often attracted to the female version of himself, the guidette.

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Haha, guidette.

Oh, not having a life.