The reason I am not blogging much lately:

Midterms.

Not my finest moment

All right, I’ll update you with this delightful little anecdote about my Friday night/Saturday morning.

I’m having really bad acid reflux/heartburn, so I decided to give this new medicine a try that warns it might give you an upset stomach at first.  No biggie.  I take the medicine and go for my nightly run around 11:30pm.  Got back to my apartment at 12:45 only to realize that my bathroom key and mailbox key had fallen OFF the key ring.  If it hasn’t been explained, my bathroom is not connected to the rest of my apartment.  It’s like six feet away down the hallway, privately mine.  I have a key, the ONLY key for it.  Even my landlord doesn’t have a key.

So of course, I spend the next hour retracing my steps, in the dark, to no avail.  I give up.  By this point it’s 1:30AM, and I’m trying to decide if I should call Heather or Fidan to see if I could crash at their place because I THINK I can so a few hours without a bathroom . . . but maybe not.  In the end, I decide just to go to bed right away and hope for the best.

At 4:30am I wake up and have to go to the bathroom so badly I think my bladder is going to explode.  I consider running thirty minutes to get to school and use the dorm bathrooms, but I know I won’t make it.  So I pee in a bottle.  Not my finest moment of the semester.  Although when I have recounted this tale to friends and classmates, they’ve shrugged and been like, “Yeah? So? I pee in bottles all the time.”

So how does this conclude?  Of course, I was too stressed to sleep.  I lay in bed until the sun rose around seven, then went walking to retrace my steps with sunlight.  I found the mailbox key, but not the bathroom key.  Being Saturday, the office isn’t open, so I tried calling, but I must have dialed the number wrong and no one answered. I was too tired to deal, so I actually went back to sleep for four hours, haha, then woke up and called an emergency locksmith because they promised they could be there in 15 minutes on the website.  On the phone they said 30.  I tried calling the office again and this time it worked.

I’ve mentioned the maintenance man before, but if you don’t remember, he and I have a strange sort of friendship.  It’s not creepy: more kind of like big brother-little sister, I think.  Anyways, I listened as the answering service lady called him, and as soon as he heard it was apartment three, he said he’d be right over.

Turned out he was, as usual, on his way to the gym.  So he let me into the office to use their bathroom while he cut me a new key because, literally, I have the only one.  We chatted a bit, then seperated ways, and now the keys are on a new FAR STURDIER key chain, the one with the obnoxious bell I got in Germany two years ago.

Hesitant celebrations.

The heat is on YAAAAAAY.

Of course, it came on the DAY I dropped $35 on a pair of sweatpants because I don’t have a pair of good warm sweatpants and just couldn’t take the cold anymore.

So the good news it that there is now warm air moving through my apartment AND I have the most comfortable pair of sweatpants I’ve ever owned.  The bad news is it all cost me money I don’ts gots.

When I woke up this morning at 10:30am, it was 37degrees outside.  WHAT?!

Did you know

that every morning I put my make on up in a fun house mirror?  I had thought my face just kinda wonky, but I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t want to hurt my own feelings.  But then I dropped my eyeliner, and when I bent down to get it, I noticed my head changed as I moved, as though an invisible wave were passing over it.  This meant that either I had found a wormhole, aliens had fired a laser beam at me and I just barely missed it, or my mirror has some curvature going on.

After running some brief scientifical tests, I have decided it must be the latter.

My life

Today, I left American Lit class with my friend Carly.  We rode the elevator down with our professor, but we were just talking amongst ourselves about our playwriting class that she’s also in with me.  We got on the street, and I guess I assumed he went the other way, so I told her a story about the other day.  I was having lunch with my friend Alecia and couldn’t for the life of me remember my American Lit professor’s name, and I was saying how like we spend the first half of class basically just discussing politics.  So then Alecia asked me if he was ridiculously good looking, and when I said, she knew exactly who it was.

Well I told Carly this story and she laughed and then said, “And he’s totally standing right behind you.”

What’s really funny about this, though, is that this happens to me CONSTANTLY in life.  I have learned that I simply CANNOT say anything about anyone that I would not say to their face because time and time again it has been proven they will ALWAYS be standing right behind me — not really ever bad things, usually more just compliments or crushes or lack-of-crushes.  I wish I was exaggerating this, but I think pretty much all my friends have witnessed this phenomenon by this point. 

On another note, my begonia is dying, I think, and I don’t know how to save it.

The lack of posting was because I went home

to Texas, but now I am home in my apartment, listening to my stupidneighbor and his little friends screaming.  If it is still going on when I continue this post, I will go ask them to be quiet, and if they ignore me again, I will be filing a complaint tomorrow.  It’s 12:34 am.

Trip home was wonderful, as I had guessed.  The Celtic Festival was a bit of a let-down, but it was still a lot of fun just to spend the weekend doing fun things with my parents and brother.  Today I got back to my usual routine, but yesterday I decided to toss my typical schedule and to-do list to the wind and just go walking with my camera and get pastries in the North End because I have been back in Boston for over a MONTH now and had not done that.

And guess what.  While I was home, autumn apparently started.

ALSO, I have decided to try and do a photo journal.  As you can see, I’ve added the flickr widget to the side bar, so you can access the photos straight through there.  I tried doing a self-portrait a day last year and made it almsost 200 days before, coming home from the Castle, I lost it and never got it back.  Instead of the self-portrait, I’m just going to do a photo of anything.  We’ll see.  I’ll TRY and put it up every day but yeah.  We’ll see, haha.

The day got better

For some weird reason, I was extremely tired after dance class last night so I went to bed at 9:30pm.  That’s about five hours than the earliest I usually do!  Slept until 8am, except for a brief point around 1am where awfulneighborGary started yelling and pounding nextdoor.  I kicked the wall until he finally shut up.

This morning, woke up with a headache.  Got my bowl of cereal ready, poured my milk, only to have it come out in clumps.  I’ve already been eating moldy bread, moldy strawberries, and expired cottage cheese, so the fact that my milk went bad overnight should really not be a surprise.  Plus I was freezing because we don’t have heat yet.  Grrrr.  But I don’t want to go grocery shopping because a.) I don’t have money, and b.) I’m going home this weekend anyways, and will therefor be mooching off the parentals llike you wouldn’t believe.

So to try and salvage my day, I went running.  And then I wrote for a bit.  And then I took a nap where I basically burrowed into my bed and didn’t come out for an hour until I was all sweaty but cosy.  It’s gross, I don’t care.  I love being all snuggled down with my weirdo stuffed animals.  Class went fine, and now I just cooked AMAZING haddock.  Seriously.  Everyone should beg me to make it for them because it was incredible.  I get to have it for lunch too.  The world should envy me. 

Unfortunately me head still hurts.  So I’m going to make coffee.  Cross your fingers that my half-and-half isn’t bad, though it probably will be!

Haha, I kid you not

A horse-drawn carriage just passed my window.  It is 12:24 AM, early Monday morning, and I heard horse hooves.  I know cops ride horses in the Common, but it is nighttime and this is not the Common.  So I leaned forward and there is a white horse pulling a white carriage.  Maybe someone got married?  I don’t know.  The driver had a black cape and a black tophat.

Seriously.  I can’t make this stuff up.

Video blogging?

I don’t know that I’m going to do a LOT of video blogs, because I kind of feel like they’re super stupid.  But once in a while they’re fun.

Hahahaha

This is totally gratuitous, and probably no one will find it funny but me.  But I just saw this on a message board posted by like a 14-year-old girl:

“I want to own William Moseley as my husband someday.”

Haha.  Owning denotes buying or inheriting.  Seeing as I don’t really have one to inherit, looks like I’d better start shopping around.  Anyone know any good stores?  So if you don’t own someone as your husband, what do you own them as, a slave? an offspring? a parent? 

I don’t know.  It’s 3am and I find odd things amusing.