WOO HOO!

i just attended my last every class tonight! i never have to sit through boring lectures again!

this is fan-fucking-tastic.

and yes alanna, we will both do some serious celebratory drinking tomorrow.

officially official

June 20, 2007, is my last day of work at the Roz. That's just 15 days after my 6 year anniversary. 6 years! I started there when I was 21 - a mere infant by most standards. I was so shy and nervous. At least, I think I used to be...

At any rate, it was a hard decision to make. I like Roswell. I like knowing all the people, players, vending machines and my job. But I'm happy that I resigned. Cause that means I get to move to NYC! And live with Johnny again. And buy awesome shoes. These are all very good things.

And I have to say, people at Roswell have been great about this. Offering to put me in touch with their contacts in NYC, not yelling at me for leaving... I'll miss it. But I'm really looking forward to July.

(And of course I'm going to miss all of you too. Don't be silly. I just don't want to write about it cause I'll get all droopy and need a hug and I'm home alone. So, if you really want to know, ask me at 44. Oh, god! I'm gonna miss 44 too!)

man, oh man

i am becoming a full-fledged dork. i don't even think i can really hide it all that well anymore. sure, i'll still dress up nice and do my best to not scare the children, but you give me a chance and i will give you a fully annotated discourse on comic books. i'll make plans to go comic book shopping and when i get to Queen City Books and discover them to be sold out of Nightwing Annual #2 (are there really that many other girls in Buffalo who collect comics?!) it'll take some effort for me to not call johnny and ask him to go pick it up at Forbidden Planet and overnight it to me.

oh well. it could be worse. at least it's not stamp or coin collecting. and it's not like comic books have become so all important in my life that i can't function and/or have become destitute. i don't read the books til my homework's done (nevermind that i leave new copies at a friend's house to reduce temptation) and i stay within a budget.

and besides, some good's come of it. i've got one more person on my side of the Batman/Superman debate. :)

secret fortunes

perhaps you've seen them - they look like soda pop cans touting that insides a seed that will reveal a secret fortune if you only promise to give it lots of water and love. thing is, they're not much of a secret - flip the can over and there's a sticker telling you that your "secret fortune" will be something like, "i love you" or "you're great!" not really fortunes, but neither are the things inside cookies nowadays. and then i found one (one!) that didn't have a sticker. it's fortune was unknown. "you're adventurous," my mom joked. "that's just the way i roll," i retorted. so, for the last 10 days i've been waiting for my fortune. know what it is? "adventures await."

i'm feeling pretty good about this.

if she was my landlord...

... i would never move.

The Landlord

ranting and raving

i had my first day back to work today - which was fine, really. things were not nearly as close to a state of disaster as i thought it'd be. and i can breathe, which is absolutely lovely. i really will not get tired of that any time soon.

however, i did do more by 10:30 AM then i have in the previous two weeks. combined. sitting at a bar drinking is nothing. running all over a campus after having your nose (accidentally) hit twice during easter dinner - that's something.

so by 4PM i was exhausted and my face hurt and i was dizzier than i had been in days. which would be fine if i didn't have homework due tomorrow. so i came home, took some (legal and prescribed to me for this very purpose) drugs and waited for them to kick in.

oh, they've kicked in alright. i feel stoned. i've reread the same page 4 times and i still don't get it. so, i'm dropping out of school - with 3 weeks left - and quitting my job. i give up. if you need me, i'll be the one in the soggy cardboard box under the overpass.

yes, that is matt damon

and this is the song i was referring to last night. you must see this movie!

scotty doesn't know

my precious...

i finally bought it! oh, it's so sparkly and pretty in real life...

dude

i have not been this bored in a long time. and it's only going to get worse. my doc told me i need to stay off work for another week, just because. well, just because and because i still get dizzy and light headed. now, i'm not complaining that i don't have work, i'm complaining that i don't have anything else to do. i could clean, but i have a 4 oz. weight restriction and i get motion sick if i move too much. i could do my homework, but, that's just ridiculous. i already watched all the good movies on the free on demand, and i fear what i'll do with the $4 ones. although, "miami vice" was pretty good.

so, i sit either on the couch or at my computer, typing idly. and reading GQ, compliments of a good friend. i like taking the men's style quizzes, mostly cause i get all the questions right, for some odd reason. who knew that knowing the difference between prince of wales check and glen plaid would ever come in handy. but really, asking me the difference between houndstooth and herringbone? too easy.