Things I have to say, in a handy-dandy list format! Mostly this is because I am lazy, but also because what's not to love about lists? They keep things organized and coherent and I think organization and coherency are generally very good things at 8am when you went to sleep around 5 and got up at 6:45.

-I've actually been doing homework and stuff lately, and making more of an effort to go to my classes. I can't skip my Renaissance Lit class any more: the professor would get pissed. That's a pretty big motivating factor for going. Most of my huge projects are done for now, although the list is growing again. My Ren. Lit presentation is over, the in-class essay for another Lit class is done (thank god! I was getting so sick of Underworld), my Spanish composition and reflection have both been written and handed in, and I'm generally caught up in classes. This weekend I need to work on a 6-page reflection/topic paper about Underworld (not too bad, since I have a couple of topics I can use), a PowerPoint presentation about Paraguay for Spanish, some stuff that I can't remember for my teaching class, and probably some reading for Ren. Lit. I thought this upcoming week was supposed to be the last week before Thanksgiving, so you can imagine my disappointment when I realized that I still had like a week and a half left.

Although, my Renaissance Lit professor is pregnant and due on the 18th. She says we'll probably have class that day anyway, but we might be getting an email that morning. The 23rd is definitely cancelled though, which is awesome. I know I'm paying a lot of money to be here, but I am going crazy and wish that Thanksgiving break was earlier. Or that there was some kind of single-day holiday about halfway through the semester. Preferably in the middle of the week.

-Work. Is. Awesome. I am typing up this entry right now, sitting at the front desk. There is no one around on the weekends! The dorm is really quiet except for the hum of something around here that I can never identify. I don't love getting up so early to come work at 7, but it beats the crap out of working the closing shift, when all the students who are around are down at the desk stomping and laughing and making noises. I'm tempted to hope for more opening shifts next semester, but I don't know. Naps are my friends now, except I almost always (lately, anyway) end up sleeping longer than expected, and then it's a scramble to shower and get stuff together for class. Eh.

-I finally finished knitting something that isn't just flat! A hat for Jonathan! I mean, I know it started out flat, but then I used some techniques I've never used before, and it looks like a real hat instead of a big ol' rectangle on my head. He picked out the yarn over a year ago, and I promised I'd make him a damn hat, but then didn't know how. I'd post a picture but I'm at work and it's upstairs on my dresser. I feel like it's really cute, and might eventually make one for myself. I need more yarn though--I'd want a gray one to go with my coat, and I'm making one for Amber for Christmas and she wants green but not the green that I have. Then I'm going to make a couple for the dolls, maybe try to sell one? Jonathan's hat is kind of big on me, but it looks like that's how it was supposed to be made, like it's some bastardized version of the slouchy beret things that people wear. (I have one and love it, but always feel like it's going to fall off of my head, and anyway it's more for fashion than keeping anything warm.) After the hats, I'll probably move on to a scarf? I hate making scarves, though, because they take so long and I get hopeless and lose patience. And I don't have any yarn that goes well together. I guess I'll "make" Jonathan take me to Michaels or Joann Fabrics next weekend. I like buying new yarn, except for the prices. And the fact that I don't REALLY have room for it.

-Also, I'm alllmost done buying Christmas gifts, I think. I have a few more: Mamaw, Uncle David/Aunt Tracy, and Joe, and Brittany, but overall I'm feeling rather accomplished. Maybe I'll make Mamaw a hat, except I bet she doesn't like them because they mess up her hair. And I got her a hat last year that she doesn't wear. I guess I can get her books, or a little homemade voucher that says "Tell me five books and I'll get 'em for you online" or something. (Which reminds me that I still need to make little cards for Jonathan's gift. I don't know what to get for Joe, though. What do you get for the man who's been cheating on your father for nine years but who your father won't leave? I'm thinking a travel coffee mug. But I did that two years ago. I don't know. Suggestions?

(All I know is that I am super super excited to give Emily her stuff. And to do stockings with her. She is seriously one of my best friends (because there's a three- or four-way tie at this point) and I don't know what I would do without her. Ilu leetle seester.)

I should have brought my tarot cards because I really want to attempt a reading. I have to settle instead for Facebook horoscopes (which are hit or miss...generally miss). My horoscopes keep telling me to watch my money, to be careful with money, not to spend money, etc, but...how am I supposed to do that? I'm pretty good with not spending money, and getting deals on stuff and sales and all that, and it's not like I'm just spending willy-nilly--none of this is necessarily for me (except maybe the yarn), and it'll be over soon. Anyway, it's not like I live my life by what the horoscope says: I just thought it was strange/nifty that several different ones all mention dinero.

That's about it. :D If inspiration ever hits, I'm going to decorate a bunch of postcards and send them to people. I'll keep you posted.


I feel like I look hungover, despite my best efforts at bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (which is a really strange phrase) Also, I imagine the fact that I'm drinking out of a gigantic water bottle doesn't help my case.

I'm updating from work because we can have our laptops on the opening shift. I'm really sleepy because, like a true fuckhead, I didn't get to sleep until about 3 in the morning. And then I got up at exactly 6:30. I'm such a dummy.

This morning I was sitting on the couch, though, waiting for 6:55 to roll around so I could head out, and I was watching the hamsters (I mean...what? Hamsters? Pftt). They were spazzing out and going absolutely insane in their tank: one would run around the wheel for a while, then leap off and tear across to the other side of the tank and then tear back and crawl under the wheel, then dig into the bedding, and then the other would hop on the wheel and they traded places. It was ridiculous and amazing. I wanted to get a closer look but figured they'd stop being awesome if I got too close.

I've been using Twitter way more than Livejournal lately, which I think is kind of sad, because I heart LJ. I haven't really had a whole lot to write about, which is the problem. On Twitter, I post whatever the eff I feel like posting, because that's what it's there for. On Livejournal, entries sort of need to have a purpose, or you become that annoying guy on the friendslist who posts stuff like "Mmm I'm totally going to order a pizza" and "Hey what's that noise?" I'm pretty sure I used to be that guy. :)

I'm still feeling the whole fish idea. There are some crowntail bettas at Meijer here--or at least there were--so I'm thinking about getting one of those. I guess it all depends on which fishy catches my eyes and looks the most lively or the most in need of my help. I'll probably end up clearing out a drawer in my desk for the supplies, because I'm getting stuff that I didn't have with Otto--medicine, water conditioner, stuff like that. I had Betta Buddies tablets with Otto, but I think the conditioner drops are probably more economically sound. We'll see. Like before, I kind of have a name picked out--Miko--but A) that's really close to Niko, and B) That could change once I "meet" my fish. Then again, I knew that my last betta was going to be either Otto or Rocko before I met him, so there's that...

I technically have enough points on various websites to get enough Amazon gift cards to get the camera that I want (I decided to save my points on Lockerz up for the iTouch that I was originally planning to get with my Amazon money), but I have to wait for some of 'em to get approved and then the codes/cards to get shipped out, and it's so harrrrrd. I have more than enough for sure:

$25 from Amazon
$10 from ePoll
$5 from Swagbucks
$2 from some email survey I took (I know it's legit because I took one from the same people last year and got paid)

In addition to the $70-something that I have right now, that's enough to get this camera, which is like Emily's, which is to say that it is amazing (at least compared to my camera). I'll be able to do adayinmylife more often, because I won't be so bloody ashamed of the image quality. I currently have this camera, and, despite the reviews on Amazon, and what Google says about megapixels, it is really low-quality compared to Emily's Exilim. If I have to, I might even wait for more gift codes or pay some real money and get one with higher megapixels. (Probably not, though, because all the higher-MP ones are bright pink and also I don't have that much patience.

I think that's it. I now have like 55 minutes left of work, which I'll probably end up spending looking at past ADIMLs.

Edit: I don't currently have a winter coat. I could wear Jonathan's varsity jacket, but that's from high school, I get funny looks when I wear it, and it's not exactly warm. I have my peacoat from tenth grade and it's awesome, but I don't know if it'll button this year (it looked ridiculous when I buttoned it last year). Oh, Value Villaaaaage!

And and and my new phone is on the way. It's in Allen Park right now, supposedly. I think. I can't wait to get my greasy fingerprints all over that shiny black plastic. Whenever I buy a new electronic thing, when I'm waiting for it to arrive, I always want to, like, watch videos of it in use or something.

I want to get a fish again. I have Otto's old 2.5 gallon tank and some gravel somewhere. I did some research and found a filter that should work in my tank (note for Future!Kat: Elite Mini Underwater filter), so that's good.

Things I'll Need:
Tank
Gravel
Small decoration?
Heater
Filter
Fish food
Water testing kit
Thermometer (except I'm pretty sure that mine's attached to the tank)
Fishie.

Anyone have any suggestions for small fish to get? I'm not sure if I want to get another betta, and I can't get a goldfish for that tank because they're so messy and adults require a tank that's larger than 2.5 gallons. I might go and get a bigger, 5-gallon tank, now that I'm doing research to find out what kind of fish I can get. Any suggestions, friendslist?

(EDIT: After doing research, I might just go with a betta, anyway.)

Tis morning when I went to sleep after work, I dreamt that:

I was working at the front desk, but there were windows behind me instead of Nik's office, and they looked out over the room and stuff. I was watching a movie with someone, or a tv show or something, and I was making some kind of comment to the person with me, when I looked out the window and saw a guy sitting on the roof watching the show/us. It was weird. He disappeared for a second, then reappeared a few moments later. Then Nik came in and put a sippy cup on the desk, and I recognized it as one that I'd seen when Brittany was working the desk last year, and got grossed out because there was juice inside it still. I'm like "Oh, cool, thanks dude," and he laughed and took it back.

Then I went up to my room, but instead of Amber, there was a stranger guy in the room. He's my new roommate? Okay, sure. I find myself sitting at his desk, and realize this, and apologize, then move to my side. He was eating a cheese pizza, and I think about stealing a piece, but they're cold and he pulled the cheese off of one of the remaining pieces, so I let it go. Then I discover that my back left molar is crumbling into pieces, like powder, and get really really upset. Usually in situations like these, I tell myself that I can just wake up and things will be okay, but that didn't occur to me this morning.


Also I got an intense papercut on Monday and it's really bothering me. Sadface.

There is a whole masterpiece of bloody boogers under the sink in my bathroom.
And on Megan's walls.
And on Megan's chair.
And on Amber's chair.

Conclusion: College-aged boys are unbelievable.

Things I need to do before TOMORROW WHEN I MOVE INTO DOWNING AND START MY JOBBBBB:
-Pack bedding and clothes
-Shop for toiletries, since I might not have time tomorrow.
-Find my iPod cord
-Send out a couple of packages--or at least get them packaged up
-Pack Nina and pick a few of my/her favorite outfits. Maybe it's creepy, but I am bringing her to school with me.
-Insulin/diabeetus stuff, et cetera.
-Fridge!
-Teevee?

What am I forgetting? I know there must be something!

I just got a strange but awesome sense of comfort out of logging into StumbleUpon on this new computer and seeing all my old favorites and links.

So I was invited to a BzzAgent campaign for Burts Bees Acne Solutions. I don't really have too much of a struggle with acne lately--not the way I used to, anyway--so we'll see. I'm hoping I get lots of samples and coupons, so I can share with dearbradenton and anyone else who wants.

This morning in the shower, I was getting freaked out because so much hair was falling out when I ran my fingers through it, and then I realized, duhhh, it's because I don't really brush it much anymore*, and the hair has to come out somehow.

*I don't know why I don't. I hate brushing it in the morning because it's tangled and hurts to brush, so I just get in the shower and condition it so the tangles fall out, or I put it in a ponytail to stick under my shower cap, and then it stays in a pony for most of the day. This is my summer hair, people. My roots are like two inches long and my hair is ridiculous, but I don't care! I'll probably get another trim before school starts, and I'll definitely be re-dyeing it, but beyond that, who cares.

Which reminds me, before I redye it, I want to bleach a small panel, probably underneath, and buy a bottle of neon green or electric blue dye to...dye it. Obviously. Should I go with green or blue? I was going to get photos from Google, but searching "red hair green streaks" is surprisingly unhelpful. Oh well.

I've had a headache for over a day now. It's been going up and down as far as intensity, but it's been kind of present all day. I hate headacheeees.

Also, I am going to make a 1920's bathing costume for Nina. It looks fairly simple...I guess I'll find out.

Some of you may know and love (if by 'love' I mean "want to slaughter" or "wish AIDS upon") my darling foster brother, Benjamin. If you don't, well, count yourself lucky. He's turning eighteen soon, and, if fate decides that for once it does not hate me, he will be forced out by the system and by the fact that Dad hates him as much as we do.

He's taken to stealing my stuff. Two times now I have found a bottle of my perfume (that I usually leave in the bathroom because that's when I use perfume--after showers) chilling on his dresser in his room. I left my headphones on the bookshelf in the kitchen (where my iPod speakers were sitting for when we swim outside) this morning, and when we came in from swimming this afternoon (after he'd left, to hang out with his drug-addicted family), they were oh-so-mysteriously gone. We went to check his room for 'em, and found one of my new Soleil razors (they're very girly, you know, and I've only used one so far, so I know how many should be in the pack) on his shelf in his room.

I don't care about "invading his privacy" because he is truly defective and all-around worthless. Also, in my mind, I stop giving a shit about your privacy the moment you decide to steal something that belongs to me.

I need advice, or something--short of hauling off and breaking his nose, how can I deal with him? I've already decided that if Nina or my iPod or anything like that goes missing and we find any hint that he was to blame, I'm getting physical on his worthless ass. Until then, though, I must rely on passive-aggressive/aggressive-aggressive ways to drive him out/make sure he knows just how low we think he is. Halp?

I am sick sick sick of my job. Sure, I'm glad that I have it, but I am tired of getting dumped in back booth and having to beg for bathroom breaks. I am sick of getting breaks 2.5 hours into an 8-hour shift. I am tired of listening to you cough and sneeze and talk on your cell phone and hem and haw over the 6-piece versus the 10-piece and oh my god if one more person says "Can I get a, uhhhh...." I might actually snap. I am tired of hearing adult human beings order "hamboogers and cheeseboogers" and people trying to sound cultured and sophisticated ordering "an iced mocha latte."

I'm tired of biting my tongue when people order large meals with large chocolate shakes, and then complain to me about how fattening fast food is and how we're to blame for all that's wrong with America. If I get one more handful of sticky change, I am going to spit in your face. I am sick of hearing high school girls giggling in drive through. "Lol I'm ordering food like a growed-up!" I want to punch all you potheads who take six minutes to order a double and a Coke. Everyone who orders their food "to-go" in the Drive Through and then chortles like you're so funny...you should choke.

I will not tiptoe around my managers for much longer. I'm so sorry that morons keep paying for their dollar sweet teas and hamboogers with twenty and fifty dollar bills and therefore that I'm running out of singles or dimes or pennies, and that it's just so inconvenient for you to do your job instead of chatting with the runner. My bad, I haven't had a bathroom break in almost four hours, and my bladder's about to burst, and, oh, I'm worried that maybe I'm bleeding down my leg, so excuse me while I go to the bathroom regardless of your frustrated sigh. I would love to take my break right now, sure, except I'm going to be here for another seven damn hours.

Thanks, scheduling manager, for taking my availability request (early early mornings, please!) under advisement, and then constantly scheduling me evening and closing shifts. That's great. Sure, maybe it's somewhat out of your hands--not a huge demand for labor at 6am on a Tuesday, but jesus crust, did you forget that I requested opening shifts or something?

I am tired of spending the best parts of every day working at a place where I am underpaid and expected to be intelligent only when it's convenient for the customers. 90% of the time, I am regarded by you people ordering your "crunchwrap supreme thing with 'chipolte' sauce" as a drooling moron, barely even fit to speak to you. People avoid eye contact with me like I'm a bloody basilisk, and rarely deign to speak to me beyond the "gimme a 99 cent chicken sandwich and a fry." But when they want information--how far down does the parade route go? Can I take this street to 75? What happened to Wendy's? Does Popeye's get much business? Why is the sky blue? What is the population of China?--that's when I'm expected to snap to attention.

It's a paycheck. There are some okay people there, and not every customer sucks. The problem is, when I go to work in the middle of the day and am expected to stay there (most likely taking orders and customers' bullshit in a 4x4 room) until it's dark out, and my head is throbbing and I'm on my period and have been working for eight days straight, the shitty things stand out the most. Which reminds me, after taxes and everything is taken out of my paycheck, I can barely afford to buy a Big Mac meal after one hour of work--let alone one with your large chocolate shake. Not that I would, because they're disgusting, but figure that one out.

I've decided to get a Trapper Keeper for school. NO SERIOUSLY. That way, I can keep my notes and assignments and everything in one huge bulky place, and not accidentally grab the wrong notebook one day. This might actually depend, though, on whether I find a good one/how much it is.

Today, though, I got a lot of stuff for school. And I use 'a lot' relatively, in that I only need a little bit more.

-25 mechanical pencils, lots of extra lead.
-Three Camp rock pen necklaces! :D
-Lint roller
-4 college-ruled notebooks (for just 60 cents total!)
-Spanish Grammar binder insert thing. This was expensive but DAMN it'll be useful
-Another three-pack of purse-sized notebooks. Seriously, I have this pocket in my new purse that is exactly the right size for these.
-A sweet planner. The cover is black, and the tabs are brightly-colored.
-Two felt-tip markerpens because they are awesome too.

I sort of want to get a little teeny set of drawers for on top of my desk, but they're expensive like crazy, and I'm not going to take that much with me next year anyway, so I'll probably eschew those. Did I use that properly?

Things I still need/wish to buy for school:
New laptop. :(
Printer paper.
More razors
Shampoo/conditioner/face scrub (probably once we're up there)
Healing Gardens Romantic Rose shower gel. <333333
Cleaning supplies



Other things I'll be taking:
Clothes. Possibly/probably two suitcases and a box? I have lots of shirts.
Hangers too.
Computer/printer/electronics/etc, and all the respective cords
Nina and Sage, I believe. If they get wigs and look cute.
Insulin/needles/blahdy blah.
My blue butterfly chair from Britt-face
Guitar--in the winter. Not because I play it often, but because I don't want it sitting in the basement all winter.
Possibly yarn, on the second round of going-home
DVDs that I can get people to burn for/donate to me?
Tan backpack AND my military bag, with school/desk supplies
Febreeze, Chlorox wipes, other cleaning stuff
Laundry money

Brittany and/or other college students, what else am I forgetting?

how much I love my sister. I love her more than Ginger, and Jonathan and everything in the whole wide world. That is all. :)

(Hi, Kat.... Emily didn't post this or anything......)

how much my sister smells like Ginger poop. Srsly.

Nina! I got her! And Sage! But I don't have any clothes for Sage yet. And neither of them have wigs. :( I need to find out how to make fur wigs for myself.

Here are photos. You need photos, don't even lie.

( KLIK HIER PLS. (yay nina) )

I had another dream last night.

I was a little kid (like 9-11 years old) and my family was rich and powerful and we owned a huge, nice old hotel. Apparently it was haunted or cursed or something because before we moved in, a little girl was playing with her friend and got hurt/bloodied up by tacks or nails or something. I guess I grew up in the place, so it was no big deal for me, but a class full of college paranormal investigators or something. They were talking to me as they boarded our elevator, and they asked if I wanted to join them and I laughed and said no--of course not, since it's my damn hotel. Later, my mother (who was away with her/our bodyguards), drove up into the hotel and I was so ridiculously excited to see her and I ran to her car, and my dad yelled at me because I could've been hit by a car.

We go to pick her up from the train station, and everyone's standing by to watch their relatives come off the trains. I get a bad feeling, like a car is going to derail, so I hide in the corner. A bodyguard comes to talk to me and I thank him and say how glad I am that my mother was protected by so many people. (Maybe the bodyguards represented Mom's brothers maybe). As people get off the trains, that bad feeling of mine starts to grow, so I fight my way back into the hallway/building. As I'm running, someone pushes me, hard, and I stumble. She (I'm thinking an au pair? A nanny? A family friend?) tells me to keep running, because I cannot see my mother like that. I just Know that she got hit by a train.

In slightly more disgusting news, I went to shower this morning, and noticed that there was a familiar but naaaasty smell at around face level. I shrugged it off at first because my sinuses have been little bitches this week, so I guessed it was just snot that I was smelling. Until I looked at one of the sponges that--oh, hey, I threw out last week. How weird. I realize that Joe must've dug them out of the garbage today. How classy. Whatever, though, I roll my eyes because Joe is just nasty.

Then disaster strikes. I look more closely at one of the sponges hanging there. What is that squirming on the loofah thing? HELLO, MAGGOT! That explains the smell.

Joe also just said that he uses that loofah sponge thing to clean the bathroom. I hate my family.

Things to know:

-I don't like working 12-8pm, but it is decidedly better than 11-7. I love love love working in the mornings, starting anytime at/after 5 and getting off no later than 3pm. People are more relaxed in the morning, and starting at 2, workers get pissy. If I had to, I would work 2-10. But sadly.

-I love how attached my dog is to Emily and me. Today she's following us around the house.

-I love popsicles.

-The shirts I bought from AE arrived today. I also got the smocked tube dress and it is actually long enough for me! Their stuff is never long enough.

( Of course I have to show you my stuff )

-I love the character twitters: Bones and NCIS. Yay!

This isn't going to be a real update, and if you're dear_bradenton or Jonathan it's not even news, but there's this girl at work with whom I am in love because she's really nice and stuff, and she and Jordan help make my days there not so shitty. In any case, I could have made her cry today.

At some point I think she was up in front booth with me, talking, when a car came to the speaker. I told her that she had to go take their order, and that she had to hurry because she didn't have a register up here. Her retort was a very innocent "Your mom doesn't have a register." I might've flinched, but didn't say anything because dude something like 90% of the people in my life don't know about Mom. Later we were slow again and we were teasing each other, and I told her that her face looked funny, or she smelled funny, or something like that. It was early in the morning, so the details are kind of fuzzy. Her response, again, was something about 'my mom.'

I hear the phrase all the damn time, and I know that in almost every case of a "your mom" response, it's innocent and doesn't even reference anyone's real mother, but sometimes it gets sort of grating to hear it. I don't mean because it's overused or really insulting: it just gets really hard to be reminded over and over that my mother's not around. It even starts getting to me on (the very rare) days when dear_bradenton uses it frequently, and she was her mother too! So I think eventually, I'll have to tell the girl that it sort of makes me uncomfortable/depressed to hear the phrase used so often...and hope she doesn't fall all over herself with sympathy/pity. Because I wouldn't be telling her that to try to get pity or anything. Bah.


On a similar topic, I had a really intense dream the other night. If I were still in school I think I might've woken Brittany up with sleep-noises, but since only Jonathan was there with me, we'll never know. I was walking down the hallway in Mom's old house, into the living room, and saw Mom laying on the couch in there. She smiled at me and out of nowhere I started crying. I knelt next to the couch and told her fiercely (I remember NEEDING her to hear/believe/understand the things I was saying) that I loved her no matter what I said, and how even when I said that I hated her I never meant it and just general apologies and "I love yous" and everything that people always want to tell dead relatives. I think she replied, in the dream, but now that I think about it, I cannot remember what she said. I do remember that we were going to go onto some platform floating in the air or some water and talk, but then I forced myself awake because I was afraid of being late for work.

I never know what to do with intense dreams like those, where they're not really that sad or happy or scary. Because I didn't wake up sad. I remember a huge sense of desperation like a knot in my chest/weight in my stomach, and the downright mindless NEED for her to hear what I was saying. I'd like to think that in dreams like those (I've had two others, and they both involved Mom), I'm actually getting through to her somehow, but then the logical/realistic/Brennan side of me breaks in and reminds me that the odds are pretty great that she's just straight up gone, instead of lingering around me.

The day after her funeral was windy and I feel the urge to write that down right now.

I still haven't found my purse, but I called and got my Chase card replaced, and my ChaCha debit card (even though Dad wishes I wouldn't use them anymore). Best of all, I found my license! I was looking for my social security card to take with me to the secretary of state to replace my license, but then I picked up my student ID off my desk, where I put it when I got home on Thursday, and bam, there was my license. I have no idea why, but I don't care, because that's what I was dreading the most!

This lost purse thing means that I can, without guilt, go looking for a new wallet and a new purse. I loved the old ones, but if they're gone, they're gone. :( I'm going to be looking for a hinged wallet now. (Yes, like yours, Brittany: I'm such a copycat). I don't know what kind of purse I'm going to want though. Better figure it out soon. In the meantime, I'll just use one of my fifty-three million other ones.

I'm selling stuff on eBay to get enough money to buy the wallet/purse, so hopefully that'll work out. I'm eyeing some wallets at HotTopic.com, but we'll see.

I know that the purse isn't stolen. I know that without a doubt it is in this house (or in the garage for some reason). I just hope I find it at some point this summer, because there are gift cards in there, and something like $10 in the wallet. :(

LMFAO, I was going to be all "hey guise I'm totally joking but do you want to donate to meee" and then I remembered that all of my LJ friends are broke. So it's all good. I found out I need to be really careful about my joking, whiny wishlists: I post stuff like that in my Facebook statuses sometimes, and, without fail, my Uncle David offers to help me out. I feel really bad about it, because I know he feels obligated to help take care of my sister and me, because of Mom. He's taking me to IKEA on Saturday to buy a wardrobe/armoire thing for me, which is going to be mildly uncomfortable since I hate watching people spend money on me. But I need the wardrobe pretty intensely. He's also bringing me a desk, but that's because it was just taking up space in his room.

All I know is that I'm going to be whining a lot less about wanting Nina over there. I might mention her one last time around my birthday, but only because I know he makes six figures. ;)

In other news, my period is late. I'm not worried, because...well, I don't need to be worried. I was completely safe this month. I can only assume that it's because my diet has changed drastically now that I'm home (so much more salad, so much less deep-fried stuff) and I have been so ridiculous stressed out, what with finals and papers and tearing my house apart to find that purse.

I live in a house full of Chelseas, Brittany. Seriously. It seems like I am always repeating myself or answering stupid questions. Every person here with a Y chromosome is deaf, has an IQ of about 80 (on a good day), and like to produce bodily noises as loudly as possible. This includes burping, farting, and coughing.

I want to stab these people.

Still haven't found my purse, but I WILL FIND IT TODAY. I WILL HAVE IT TODAY.
I swear to Jeebus and Saint Anthony and that ghost that followed me home from school, I will have this purse by the end of the day.