saved by the buoyancy of citrus!*

*has nothing to do with this post


I've taken my last of the poison ivy pills, I have a new cellphone (must geek out on the owner's manual, then start calling everyone with the number), ate my first Mexican meal in Texas, possibly found a church, lost one roommate and thus the nice apartment, (yet!) probably solved the entire roommate dilemna, and is still no closer to being ready to be on my own.

Maybe if I had a bed.

Why Texas has turned me into a morning person is beyond me.

I'd like to say a big "howdy" to hose who felt the need to pop up in my very bizarre, somewhat facebook-influenced dreams last night:

* Chicago Mike
* Steve
* other Steve
* Lily from band

Also, a special thanks for the guest appearance of the Crabman from "My Name is Earl" (and his fro) for showing the mermaid mom how to help her kids take pride in themselves. (Don't ask.)

I am going back to sleep. See more of you soon.

And, to think, I actually tried to write something in the car.

I am in Texas.

I am trying not to freak out about life.

I am incredibly sleepy, despite sleeping most of the day.

I am still planning on calling some people tonight, and should therefore get started.

(I am somewhat afraid I might cry on some people, however, due to all of the above.)



I am ready for the magic transition to hit where I suddenly feel completely secure in where I am and what's going on.

Anytime, please.

on a lighter note

I just can't justify purchasing an mp3 player when I'm about to live on less than $1000/mo. Does anyone want to gift me? (Remember, I'm normally much more charming and wonderful than the previous post would dictate.)

sometimes I just shouldn't post

I don't have an actual post I want to put here, mostly because I'm too moody and grouchy and tired and all sorts of you-don't-actually-want-to-read-them emotions. So there.

(Yes, it'll help when I'm settled. And busy. Like usual. Jeez, I'm in a mood.)


In other, less-raging news, I keep finding things I didn't realize I had and then have to find a new box to put them in since I already filled the box they would've gone in if, say, I'd found that stack of books in time.

obligations

I feel like I should blog up something, since I'm online and everything, but I'm busy posting captions and half thinking about what I should start packing once I sadly go back home again, so this is the best y'all will get.

Someone needs to save me from (A) Facebook and (B) this stupid fly.

Uploading pictures from the European Adventure (still) is proceeding quickly, though I'll have to fight through posting descriptions. Especially after accidentially deleting some while in Wyoming. (Hey, at least I got new music in return.) After taking a pause due to Wyoming, a potential craft project has been sadly derailed (again), now by copier technology. Copy machines, I thought you were my friends. We've had many fun times collating together and now you turn petty, all over my attempting to copy from color. It just took me five tries to spell the word "color." Perhaps I'm simply a bit off due to the supreme lack of sleep last night. Ice cream, popcorn, movie theatres, gin rummy, organized card cheating, and finally seeing all six Star Wars movies: all accomplished last night. Also last night, feeling the side effects of my new poison ivy medicine. Apparently if you have poison ivy for about two weeks solid, doctors get worried and decide you might need some additional assistance beyond the standard shelf stuff. I did get to see some locals while in Sullivan (the Miller girls now say hi to whoever might know them), which was nice. Plus, I got to add to my collection of jackalope pictures, which will someday be posted on Facebook. After I finish posting London-Dublin.


(POSTSCRIPT - it frightens me how easily that circled around. Must go home to sleep. And write captions. And try to re-start crafts.)

an observation from the couch

You are never as fully aware of someone's presence as when they've drifted off to sleep next to you. Somehing in their utter lack of self-consciousness (they're asleep and not at all aware of limbs, breathing, life) makes he same take on an extra weight with the person who sees it all.

I have seen the moo-cows.

I've also seen plenty of horsies, birds, deer of various forms, and a small crowd of goats just outside Columbia. One night, I swear I heard the lonely sound of a single jackalope singing in the mountains surrounding my brother's city. It's been a good week for wildlife.

It's been, however, a bad week for flora, as I'm currently engulfed in poison ivy. First thing back project for tomorrow: head to Sullivan and see the doctor. Perhaps receive a nice big shot or two. Stop feeling itchy and crawly and all manner of disgusting to mankind. This would be nice if it could happen before Wednesday evening.

Also, I have one fingernail I can't chew off because there's ivy too close and the nail has been doused in medicine. This is legitimately driving me insane. I've never wanted to chew off a fingernail so much in my life. All further proof that I'm nine, I guess. And I was getting so used to being thirteen.

Why must everyone's* phone lines be busy?

Excellent Mongolian lunch of noodles and veggies and all manner of grilled pineapple on top means that I'm actually hungry again now, as anyone (Meredith) who saw me eat a giant pile of food and mention a need for more food twenty minutes after paying the bill can attest. Metabolism fun all around.

If only those carmel brownies were already finished, I could eat about 1/3 of those and be full again.

We leave crazy early for Wyoming tomorrow morning, and I'm tempted to stay up all night posting pictures, messing around, etc. on the computer tonight rather that attempt to fall asleep three-five hours before I actually feel sleepy, just to get a full night in. I guess if I post again, that means it happened. Or I got bored.


*not actually "everyone" everyone

it's for reasons like this that I have a cellphone

This just terribly freshly in: I have a place to live in August, and potentially the entire internship!

(Positive for the rest of you: it's been currently housing four people, so there must be plenty of room for visitors.)

cue The Coasters

I have poison ivy for the first time ever in my life. Yes, dear children, after miraculously coming out un-ivied during the summer I spent gypsy mothing, I've now gained a few spots of ivy from hanging with my mother.

At least I'm lucky enough not to have it anywhere inconvenient. I mean, it's not like I use my left hand for anything.

"It's not a cat, but it's a mean one!"

After a rousing two hours of Catch Phrase with the cousins (and etc.), it's probably time to go to bed. And also apply aloe, because I think I still managed to get burned when I was at the pool and the sun suddenly decided it didn't want to come outside anymore for awhile.

If it wasn't Saturday night and therefore a touch more awkward than trying to call people on non-weekend nights, I'd probably phone all sorts of people and try to sort things out. Nothing in particular, just things.*



(*that's totally Hannah talk for "something, but I feel like being vague")

...

I'm in Iowa, my cousin is waiting for the computer, I haven't seen any cows yet, but I did see some horsies before we left MO and made some detours into Nebraska and elsewhere (apparently - I was quite asleep and therefore off my regular sleep schedule once more). Tomorrow: perhaps cows for finally?