what do you do

with 6×150 napkins?  That is 900 napkins.  That are in my apartment right now.  Next to 36 bags of popcorn, 48 bags of peanut M&M’s, and 24 small bottls of cranberry juice.

Diana has another 900 napkins, 10 16.5 oz. bottles of oil, 24 bottles of water, and 48 bags of regular M&M’s.

We will never have to buy napkins for our new apartment.

 

In other news, just had my last class.  I have one more paper to write and one final exam to take, and then I am homefree.  HURRAY.  It has been a stressful end of the semester, to say the least.  My plays went fabulously on Tuesday, and it wasn’t painful at all to watch other people interpret my work.  Mom flew up for the occasion, and it was wonderful to have her here, even if I was either in class, writing papers all night, or napping while she was here.  That was kind of lame.  But we still had fun because that’s what we do together.  And it meant a lot to me that both her, the boy, and a few of my other friedns came out to support my plays.  And mom got to meet the boy when we went to Korean BBQ Monday night — my third time in a month.  Yummy stuff. 

Now . . . now I almost don’t know what to do with myself.  I guess I’ll get started studying for my final exam so I’m not doing it all last minute.  Another beautiful day outside so I’ll probably go running later.  And I need to take my coat to the dry cleaner’s.  Maybe that’s what’s making my apartment smell so bad?  uh oh . . .

lookie!

Boy brought me a flower last night.

Boyfriend win!

this always happens to me

Know what I hate?  When you look really, really cute and your hair is great and your outfit matches and you just need to be seen

but no one is going to see you.

What a waste of looking good.

I think I’m going to make a run to CVS since my potential plans for the evening fell through and . . . well, I SHOULD do more homework.  But let’s me honest, I’m probably just going to burn candles and drink tea and eat food and write.

 

^ does not do the awesomeness that is my hair justice, but you get the idea.

the good news!

People!  It is ENTIRELY possible to make scrambled eggs in the microwave!  Why have I been wasting my time and dirtying my spatulas and frying pan all this time?

I feel like society must have felt when television stopped ending at night and started playing shows 24/7.

Dead

That’s the plant I bought with Thomas.  Lasted a month and three days. 

Also, I just got a package from hong kong.  It’s a $5 dress I ordered and didn’t have to pay shipping on.  I haven’t opened it yet though because I just like to look at the package.  And contemplate that it came from Hong Kong.

thought y’all might care

I splashed drain cleaner onto my face today and it burned me.  It’s not going to scar or anything, but enough that it hurt like hell and I was scolded into standing with my face under the faucet for ten minutes, snorting water. 

In further news, suggestions on best way for me to bleach my skirt without a washing machine?  I was going to do it in the sink but a.) my bathroom is VERY poorly ventilated and b.) same scolder lectured me about how then I would have to scrub down my sink because I wash my dishes there.  Bath tub? 

I am droooooooooowning in finals but eh, what’s new.  Next week is the last week of classes and then a week of finals and then dunzo, thank GOODNESS.

Avoided the Boston marathon this past weekend by chilling in Cambridge the entire time.  Even had a slumber party with Diana.  I just . . . Newbury St. on a normal weekend with tourists is bad enough but there were like a thousand extra people.  The city was crawling with them.  Tourist infestation.  That you aren’t allowed to step on.  Though I did vocally growl at two.  If you roar like a lion “RAWR” at idiots on the sidewalk, they aren’t offended, they are just severely confused and get out of your way.  True story, it works.

I am a cranky old lady at 21.  I’m just going to go back to my crumpets and knitting and hair rollers and rose perfume. 

. . . . actually I have to go read about Darfur and write a paper.  And it’s 1:12 AM.  And I also meant to get my American Drama paper written tonight and did NOT, but I can’t write it tomorrow because I will be in the dark room all day and then have some homework for Thursday’s classes. 

Mom is coming to visit Sunday.  I hope you do not expect a spic-and-span clean apartment.  I will tidy.  That is all I have the spirit for.

EDIT: The scolder has yelled at me for the bathtub suggestion.  He wants to know if I want to kill myself.  No, I just want my skirt and my tank tops that I spilled coffee all over to be white again.

windows take a year to fixtrue

truefact.

I have been mentioning to my landlord and calling into facitilies since I MOVED IN SEPTEMBR 1st about my broken window.  I just called again because it is 65 degrees outside and beautiful and I would like to have my window more than 5 inches open.  I was told “we are waiting for parts.”  “Since September 1st?”  “Sometimes these things take a while.” 

If it isn’t fixed within a week, I am going to “fix” it myself.  Not kidding.

Also, gold stars to Mom for quite possibly saving my weekend and my photo final grade. 

Saw Godspellw ith Diana last night at a convention center that is within walking distance of our new apartment for next year, in South End.  It’s such a cute neighborhood.  We are going to have way too much fun.  Our apartment is SO cute and in a creepy looking brownstone.

Birthday party tonight. 

Did I mention my electricity went out momentarily again?  I was in the shower an suddenly everything went dark and I thought, “Well I am naked; what do I do now?”  So I continued to shower and it came back on within a few minutes, but it blew up my hairdryer so I had to buy a new one today.  That kinda sucked.

Just got back from running and I’m all sweaty and gross, so I’m going to go do some kickboxing and then prepare for Indian food dinner date with Frank and then birthday party.  I keep thinking of other random things I haven’t blogged about because I’m just too wicked busy.  Was home for 19 hours for Easter last weekend, haha, with 11 hours of flying.  I do the dumbest travel things sometimes.  Ugh. 

Also, this morning with Diana discovered a bus that basically goes directly between my apartment and Central, where both her and Frank live.  Could have been saving myself SO much time with that . ..  well now I know!

Okay, but seriously, I’m yucky and sitting down right after working is giving me a headache, so I’m going to go finish.  Hooray for beautiful weather; let’s hope it sticks!!  Off to continue enjoying my 4-day weekend!

You know what is really lame?

When you are all excited about a meal and it just fails.  My soup was nasty nasty nasty (um, spices are 0 calories; you can still put them in light soup!) and my potatoes didn’t get as soft as I wanted, even after like 9 minutes in the microwave.

When everyone is talking about how warm and beautiful it is outside but your recent day-trip to Texas has reset your understanding of warmth and so you are freezing and can’t wear your peacoat because it is at the dry cleaner’s.

When the darkroom is going to be free the entire day but you forgot your printing stuff at home and by the time you could walk to your apartment and back, the free period is going to be over.

When the electricity in your apartment goes out at 1:30am and you are in the middle of doing homework and there is not 24-hour maintenance service, so they call the regular maintenance guy and then you look like an ass for waking him up at 1:30am and he refuses to come out and flip the switch anyway.  Oh, and the reason the fuse was blown in the first place is because GARY WAS VACCUUMING AT 1:30AM WHILE LISTENING TO HIS BOOMBOX.  But HIS electricity didn’t go out.  Oh no.  MINE did.

Gary = worst neighbor ever.  I rest my case.

sorry I haven’t writte

had my 21st birthday, was great.

spring time is beautiful but my allergies are destroying my soul.

classes are kicking my butt; final papers and projects can DIE.

went home for 21 hours for Easter.  Am actually currently in the airport in Dallas because my flight just got delayed an hour.  uggggh.

I’ll write more at a later date.  As always, the busier I am, the less time I have to write.

my dears

Dear Boston: STOP RAINING so that I can shoot my photo project.

Dear Emerson: STOP SENDING me on a wild goose  chase and just somebody tell me how I can get you to pay for me to go to a writing workshop in Guatemala.

Dear Mouth: STOP HURTING; just because I bit my lip hard enough to bleed is no excuse.

Dear Brain: STOP NEEDING so much sleep.  There’s simply too much to do for you t ogo around behaving like that.

Deaf photography class: STOP RUINING photography for me.