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Name: J.
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| mmmm and hmmmmI feel bad for vegetarians. I just made lasagna and holy good god damn was it delicious. Lasagna is my calling. I get it now, and I think I could start really screwing around with the recipe... and it'd still be delicious. I want to make a gourmet lasagna with delicious cheeses and fancy meats. TONS OF MEAT. I am nearly in a food coma from the deliciousness of my almost-too-hot large serving of it. yum.
So, the house is mostly clean... sophie's room is slightly disorganized but she's a two year old. At least her crap isn't all over the house. She brought toys out into our bedroom and in the kitchen and I immediately corrected her by telling her that those aren't toy places, and moving them back to the living room, which she was basically OK with. Most of the dishes are clean AND i even washed everything that we used to prep the lasagna... two bowls and three pans (because we needed to cook the ground beef for burritos tomorrow so it doesn't go bad) as well as measuring cups and utensils. Awesome. My bowl is sitting in front of me as I type this but I'll wash it before I go to bed. The only problem with the lasagna is that it wasn't started until around 8:30 which means that it wasn't totally ready to eat (including a ten-ish minute cooling period) until almost 11:30. Shawn had to go to bed 20 minutes before it was ready, which sucks for him.
The floors are all swept, litter boxes clean, and the bedroom is almost finished. Shawn and I both have desks set up, tomorrow we'll be getting some nails to hang pictures and other decoratey things and this thursday I will be buying a cheap desk chair so I'll have somewhere to sit and work on my novel, which is mentally coming along.
I can't believe how much it has evolved since I first thought of it. It's got almost nothing left of the original character I imagined, and has gone from being more of a comedic thing to more of an epic tale. Wonderful. The story is really getting fleshed out and I'm getting to the point where the plot is actually plot like... the only thing I'm really wrestling is avoiding a big cliche battle at the end. I don't it to be all Edmund vs The Witch (minus edmund getting stabbed) at the end. (p.s. Spoiler warning). I don't want people to be thinking "oh, I totally know how this is going to end" but I want it to be exciting. I mean, there can't be anything like Josh sneaking up on the Big Bad and dealing with her in her sleep. That's dull and not climactic. I assume I'll figure it out by the time I get there. I suppose that's all I can do... think, write and wait. It'll come to me. And if it doesn't... well, cliche-ville, here I come.
Greg Laswell sounds sort of like the guy who sang the song at the end of Big Fish. It's driving me crazy that the internet is being SO slow and I can't immediately see if it's him or not. I'm fairly certain it isn't him, it's some band like Pearl Jam or something else ridiculous but I don't know for sure. Oof. I really hope we can get internet and cable soon. I hate depending on the intangible-version-of-the-word-rickety connection to the neighbor's crap wireless router. OOH! I was right, it was Pearl Jam's Man of the Hour that I was thinking of. Greg Laswell sounds like a cooler Eddie Vetter. Seriously, this CD that I downloaded is so damn good.
So, unfortunately, I don't actually know if this is going to post right now, which sucks. Hopefully I don't get screwed here. I mean, I realize that most of what I said is fairly uninteresting and mindless but still... it's like when you type up a whole worthless survey and then the page goes blank... you've wasted all that time you could have been doing something useful. Like sleeping in my case.
Well, folks, here goes nothing!
au revoir!
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| me, rambling.It has been raining a ridiculous amount lately, and while it's bothering most people it is, oddly enough, not annoying me that much. The worst part is listening to people complain about the fact that it's raining. I get that it's July but seriously... shut the fuck up. It wont rain forever and will probably stay hot way later than it's supposed to because we've fucked up the weather pretty seriously. I think instead of working on ways to reduce global warming we should work on a weather control device, then bam! Problem solved. Seriously, people. What's taking so long??
In other news, Shawn and I are making a valiant effort to start behaving more like proper adults. He's created a budget (which includes SPENDING MONEY!!) and a big ol' to do list of chores around the house and within the first day we had two rooms completed (other than sweeping.) Cleaning the house is a job of work and while I'm not enjoying it, I am enjoying a clean house. I very nearly did dishes instead of going online tonight but I needed to send a friend a message on Facebook so... well... some things just can't be avoided. If Shawn and I stick to the budget we should be able to at least get cable and internet, which is awesome. I wont have to be a thieving pirate anymore.
Sophie is being absolutely hilarious and I love it. Today she told the story of her eating dinner/crying in the kitchen and then being happy while sitting on my lap and eating. She said that she was crying because shawn was standing up (he wasn't helping her feed herself, despite that she can totally do it on her own). Then she said that I was doing dishes, which is weird because I wasn't (although now, thinking back on it, she did cry once while she was supposed to be eating because I was doing dishes and couldn't help her, so maybe that's what she was talking about... it was a while ago though.) She also said that then Fagdit and Cora came in. I asked her what Cora was doing (she was knitting) and Sophie said "Making yarn". So funny. She's insanely smart and well behaved and I feel so lucky that she is so good. And she is so funny. I asked her for a hug yesterday morning and she said "No... Course not." Love it. She's getting much better at dealing with our friends coming over and almost never cries or asks to go to bed when the get here anymore, and she's especially used to Frederick and Cora. Maybe that 11 day stretch of them coming over everyday was a big help. I just wish I had more time to spend with her. It's a shame that she has to nap in the middle of the day.
I added a ridiclous amount of music to my Zune recently, and I am really keen on a few new people whose music is all really chill. My current new favorites are Ingrid Michaelson and Greg Laswell. The song How the Day Sounds by the latter is just great and I love basically everythign I've heard from the former. I'm really pleased that commercials are using actual artists for their music, and more obscure artists especially. It's basically the only way I get to hear anything new. The radio is all the same shit all the time. OH although Pandora is a massive help. I wish they had car radios like Sirius/Xm does. That'd be excellent to have portable customizable radio. I know that there are downloads for phones but man... that must totally wreck the battery.
On the noveling front... well, it's empty. I know a few more things that will be happening, or rather, how they'll be happening, but I haven't written anything new in quite a while. I have decided that I will be rewriting basically everything I wrote recently, better. Instead of reading fluff like Twilight and paranormal romance novels I'll be reading Neil Gaiman and other writers I respect and enjoy. I've found that the more I read GOOD writers (not just good stories) the better I am at my own writing. It's like when I watch a period movie, my brain stays in that same vein... either with the manner of speaking or the accent or both. I don't know if that happens to anyone else, or if I'm just a weirdo. I mean, I don't do it aloud but in my head? totally.
Speaking of period movies the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice annoys me with the blatant John Hughes references. I love the lines from the last scene (which was cut in the UK version) but holy shit... 16 candles much? Jesus. I need to own the 1995 bbc version, because this end scene just irks me. A lot.
Alright, well the modem from the neighbor's house is being an asshole. Or the rain is drowning the signal. Either way, I can't get a picture, but basically it looks like that, only with Kiera Knightly being a freak face with her weird mouth and blank expression. And on a cement table outside. Annoying.
Alright, children, it's time for me to get some sleep.
Au revoir...
and hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to say next time.
OH and delightful. I just found that the USB cable for my zune is broken. On one side the little button that releases the cable from the chargeport is totally gone and I had to just sort of wiggle, angle and rip it out. Excellent. I'm sure that's really healthy for it.
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| trying to edit is hard when everything you write seems to suck.I've got a bunch of pages from Joshua Farthing printed and edited and I'm going back through them and none of it seems worth while. I'm sure if I added some sparkly people or cheesy sex scenes I'd sell at least a few copies but as it stands? I don't know. I am seriously doubting my skill as a writer at the moment. I know I can write better than that but it seems that it's just not coming out. I want to be a better writer. Perhaps I should work on some writing exercises instead of the actual story? I've got a book of them and it actually seems a lot better than most of the ones I've seen so that's useful I guess. I think the worst part is that I really like this story, the plot and all that... I just can't write it so it is worthwhile. Or maybe it's better than I think it is but I've just read it so many times that it seems clunky? I think I need to read more... I write better after I've been reading good writing. Perhaps I should immerse myself in some Harry Potter (I should read book seven again), some Garth Nix and some Neil Gaiman. I wish Joss Whedon wrote novels. I'm betting they'd be amazing.
Anyway, I don't know what my problem. Perhaps it is that there are so many things on the internet to distract me with that I feel like I'm missing out if I'm not on it (and I HATE missing out on things).
SIDENOTE: I am listening to Pandora and I have decided it's an extremely useful tool for finding new musicians I like. Now if only I could afford to buy their CDs. (like Ingrid Michaelson... seriously.. I need her cds. Shawn will probably not like her though because he's lame.)
Oh fuck. I'm just wasting time here. This was supposed to help me and be a decent entry and here I'm continuing the shit fest that started with Farthing. Damnit. I need someone who doesn't know me to edit my story but not get paid for it. I don't want any of my friends to read it yet... I'm not ready for that. But I want someone I trust to be honest and not fuckin steal my idea and write it publish it all by themselves. I need a fucking writing guild, damn it. Too bad I don't like or have time for other people.
fuuuuuuuuck
back to the literary salt mine. (of suck)
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| Unfortunately, I'm not even remotely tired...I feel like this is going to be a long, rambly type of blog. I haven't written in quite a while and although I feel like I don't have that much to say, my fingers are itching to write something.
Things are going well for me. The gloom of winter is lifting, slowly, and I feel like I haven't been as surly as I was a couple months ago. Work is work and though it's not fun, it's tolerable and it pays, which is all I can ask for. Especially in this economy. People keep talking about lay offs. A customer was telling his friend (in line behind him) that he'd been laid off from the company he'd been working for for something like seventeen years. I wanted to cry. Unemployment is at 8.1%, the highest in over two decades, and it expected to reach at least 9%. It's insane. It's crazy that in only 8 years we went from surplus to absolutely astronomical debt.
George W. Bush is like a really shitty magician. "And before your eyes I will transform this lovely model into...
... this massive pile of roadkill"
That's not what I planned on talking about, by the way... I'm going to start over.
Things are going well for me. The gloom of winter is lifting, slowly, and I feel like I haven't been as surly as I was a couple months ago. Work is work and though it's not fun, it's tolerable and it pays, which is all I can ask for. Sophie is amazing and smart and I had a wonderful day with her last Thursday. We went to Old Navy and the mall and McDonalds for lunch (where she actually ate her food... craziness). We pet puppies and bunnies she got a bunch of new clothes and some books. We really spoiled her when we got Shawn's tax refund but it was really nice to be able to do that. I was finally able to buy her some of the things I'd been wanting to without making a huge sacrifice (like cutting 30 bucks off of the grocery bill to get her a couple new toys).
She also got a fancy girly little potty complete with cushy seat and reward stickers, which she actually likes to use AND an Elmo potty DVD. And a Linny stuffed animal and Wonder Pets DVD which is the cutest kids show in a long time.
Could we have been more responsible with that money? Yes, we could have. But we paid rent and the cell phone bill and still have money left from it, with spoiling sophie (and ourselves... I'll get to that). We just need to pay the electric bill and we'll be mostly caught up.
With the refund we went to dinner a couple times: once at IHOP (which barely counts as going out to eat, but it is tasty) and once at Bugaboo Creek which has the best steak that has ever existed. Black Magic Steak has stolen my heart. We also got some movies (special edition Prince Caspian, The Dark Crystal), and some electronics. Shawn got a Zune to replace the one he left in the car overnight so it got stolen (Side note: Guess what got left in the car at work today? Luckily I forgot my smock and found it when I went outside to get it.) and I got a fancy new camera. It's a Nikon S610 (I believe) and I'm completely smitten with it. It takes amazing photos. It's got all these great features, and while I don't totally trust face detection (I think the camera has a worse attention span than I do) I love it. It makes me seem like a better photographer than I am. The only thing I don't like is that sometimes it flat out refuses to photograph something if it's not perfect. Like it doesn't want to be shamed by a blurry picture so it just wont go. I don't blame it... it's the same reason why I hate being on the other end of the camera.
As far as losing weight goes, I gained back the initial 6 or whatever pounds I lost because I've started eating like crap because Market Basket donuts are too damned good and water gets really boring after a month. Although I have discovered that after a month of not drinking soda, one soda WILL do me in. I didn't think it would, honestly. Then one became two, then two became a whole bunch more and I have a three dollar twelve pack in my fridge. I couldn't say no to a three dollar twelve pack and I haven't had DP in a can in a long time. It's so fucking good, guys. Anyway, once I get my gym membership taken care of (40 bucks will be going to them tomorrow, maybe more) I will start eating healthier and stop drinking soda again. No more donuts either. I don't think I've got the will power yet to have just one and then go back to eating well. I really didn't think I had much of a problem like that with food but it makes sense that I do... both my grandmother and sister are addicted to white flour/sugar and I wouldn't be surprised at all if a doctor (or whoever's job it is to say things like that) informed me that I was too... just a little bit though. I wouldn't eat a whole cake or a dozen donuts but... I'll eat one every day and not think twice. It's just something I know I need to look out for. Besides I was really proud of myself when I hadn't drank a soda for a full month.
OH and I have a new reward system. While being skinny is a good reward, it's not something that will be that noticeable right away, so for every 10 lbs I lose, I get a cool tee shirt from Snorg tees or Busted Tees, or maybe even tshirthell if I'm feeling saucy. I know it's going to be really hard to pick these five shirts, since I can think of a TON that make me laugh really hard, like the second amendment shirt, and the dysentery shirt, or the Missouri loves company shirt. Fuck the Colorblind is a good one too, especially since I know two people who I could wear it around who would have no idea what it said. Although I probably couldn't wear that one to work. I don't see Mr. Beddard being terribly impressed with me. Unless he's colorblind, which would really make my day.
We've been hanging out with Frederick and Cora and I absolutely love it. They will come over and we'll just sit in the living room talking for a good two hours before we realize that we didn't cook dinner or watch anything, or play any games. We just told stories and chatted and had a great time. None of our other friends do that anymore (unless Will is home) and it's really nice to do. Plus all of our stories are new to eachother, which makes it fun. Plus they are quite a bit like us with the slinging of fake insults and Frederick is really funny. It almost seems like he's accidentally funny... with the way he just slides things in that you could miss if you weren't really paying attention and I love that about him because it doesn't seem like he's trying. He's nonchalantly funny. Plus he thinks we're funny, which is great.
I was thinking about Ging's story last night while I was trying to fall asleep after Shawn left for work and I am still so jealous of that story idea. I wish I had come up with it because I feel like it's complete genius and would make a ton of money... if only it would get written. I love Shawn's Pandora as well, and feel the same about it. I find it very strange that they think that Josh Farthing would be the same way. Wouldn't it be amazing if all three of us became these famous authors and when we were interviewed we could be all "Oh yeah, we were great friends back in the early days. We all envied eachothers' stories, never thinking ours would make it." and then smile so smugly because it did.
Quick Random Thing: I had a dream last night that I was living in France for a year to teach English, and dating a rich french guy. He took me on a carribean cruise then when we came home he had a papillon waiting for me. I don't know what his name was, but if he'd like to send me on a cruise and buy me a puppy in real life, I'd be much obliged. Living in France for a year wouldn't hurt either.
Anyway, there's a woman on Xanga who is this amazing (professional) photographer. She's got three beautiful children and she seems like she's a great mother. Her kids are so cute and well behaved and love eachtother so much. She does all these crafts and things around the house and takes them places... she does all these things with them and I wish my memory was better because almost every time I read her blog I think "Oh I need to remember that for when Sophie is older." She's a Christian too, but not the kind that turned me off religion. She's the kind of person who makes me wish that I still believed in God. It's weird because I've got Christians in my family and all they make me wish is that they'd shut the hell up. Weird. Maybe that's why I stopped believing in God.
Anyway, back to this woman... her photos are beautiful. Everything she takes a picture of is amazing. I don't understand how she does it. I just don't get it. Every once in a while I'll take a photo that comes out alright. It's decent. With a little photoshop to clean it up they'd be good. Hers are just... wow. I mean, I know she's a professional but man... she's got an eye for beauty. Really just inrcredibly talented and she makes me so jealous. I really want to take a photography course. I feel like I owe it to Sophie to try to get the most perfect pictures of her possible.
Speaking of her photos, I just took about 15 minutes to organize all of the photos of her by year, because as it is right now, it's hard for me to tell when each one was taken, nevermind months and years from now trying to figure out which is which. Thank god for my photo organizing software, which tells me the date things were taken, stored and last edited... and which camera it was taken on. Too bad I paid for it when I could have downloaded Picasa for free.
So, on the knitting front, I STILL haven't finished all of my Christmas knitting and since Winter is almost over, I'm dedicating those projects to next Christmas, and hopefully they'll all fit this time (Sorry Will, but at least you got yours). And those will be the only Christmas gifts I knit. I don't know if I'll be doing deadline gifts anymore. I'll just knit things for people as the mood strikes me and if I don't ever finish it they wont ever know. Right now, I've got Jen's Evil Mittens, Connie's gift that just needs finishing touches, and a chevron scarf that's absolutely flying by. I started last sunday at D&D (oh yeah, and I'm playing D&D. It's so fun) and it's almost halfway done. Like I have a ball of yarn about an inch in diameter left from the first skein. Awesome. I've also still got Peter's Massive Two (or three) Birthday Gift, and my Birthday stole that may be done for my birthday this year... or Christmas. Or New Years... I need ink for my printer so I can reprint the charts or I can't work on it. There's probably some other stuff i haven't done. OH and i have gifts for my father and step mother for Christmas that were done on time and just never got sent out because I'm a dumb shit. OH and I want to make baby booties for Ms. Jessica Krammes and for Nicole at work. I'll probably end up making a pair for Candace as well, even though she's a miserable douche bag, just because I don't want her to feel bad that I made some for Nicole and not her. Although she's engaged and Nicoles baby daddy hit her (they broke up because of that) so I mean... it's sort of fair if it's only Nicole who get's them. OH and I'm going to use the same green yarn that I bought to make a sweater (or fweater as sophie says) for Violet until I realized that I never even knit Sophie a sweater, so why the hell should I make Violet one (no offense, Josh and Sarah)?
HOLY SHIT. Sally is laying, fast asleep, on the bed between me and Shawn. Thiessen just walked up and got close enough to sniff her ear. He actually TOUCHED HIS NOSE to her ear and he jumped when it happened. She didn't even stir at all because she's totally out, but he freaked out and ran away. Idiot. Earlier willow got close enough to sniff her tail and Sally didn't notice that either. I think she's losing it.
So anyway, knitting is going well, other than Jen's awful stupid too tight guage evil mittens that hurt my hands a ridiculous amount to make. Fuckin' A I hate those things.
Alright, well it's 3AM and I should really be getting to bed (but really I'm going to go shower, then probably read, then get a couple hours of sleep before I go to my mom's house, catch up on Dollhouse on Hulu then go knit, totally exhausted, followed by [probably] laundry and dishes, and other various cleaning activities.)
Au revoir, and if you've made it this far in one sitting... jesus... what the hell are you doing wasting all this time? Don't you have a job or something else productive you should be doing? (just kidding I spend about an hour and a half every few days catching up on my blog subs... and that's just on Xanga.)
p.s. I'll have some of those Mommy and Sophie day pictures up soon... plus a potty shot or two. haha gotta set up for maximum embarassment now, right?
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| much less depressing... positive, even.New years resolutions are on my mind right now. I didn't really resolve do anything other than get healthier, and even that wasn't specifically a New Years Resolution... it was more of an "I've had enough of this, things need to change"-olution. Even so, I think that's seriously undercutting my ability to better myself. I know I've blogged about this before, just briefly I think, but I need to be more positive. Everyone around me seems to only be able to talk about how annoying or stupid or shitty something is, but I've noticed that one of the things that draws me to new people is a positive outlook. Why the hell don't I have one? Well, from now on, I'm going to work on it. I am going to try to catch myself when I start complaning about trivial things (the weather, my coworkers, money, the apartment... everything that I can't change) and instead of complaning about things I can change, I should spend that energy trying to find a solution.
So I feel like 2009 is starting off a little rocky, but I'm going to try to be more positive and hopefully even if things are looking shitty, it wont affect me as much. There is still a whole lot of time stretching out before me for this year, and setting goals for things like school in the fall seems crazy because it's so far away and I've never been one for planning, but I think that's what rational, mature adults do. They set goals and then go about attempting to acheive them.
I think I read somewhere that listing your goals is the first step to making them a reality so I'm going to list six (in no particular order) of them for this year. It's a completely arbitrary number that I came up with as I was writing that sentence but it makes sense. Mathematically that's two months for each goal, even though that's not really how it's going to work out. So... here we go:
Weight. I want to lose weight and eat healthier (the latter of which I have been doing... somewhat... it still needs to improve) I want to get down to around 105, although I'm not going to obsess over that number, it just seems like a good goal. I'll just stop excersizing with such ferocity once I'm happy about the way I look... whether it's at 120 or 105. When my tummy is as flat as mommy-belly will allow and when my thighs don't touch, I'll be happy.
Write. Often. At least once a week. I'm not going to push it for once a day, although if that happens I'll be thrilled. I don't know if I'll participate in NaNoWriMo again this year. I probably will, but I am not guarenteeing it, although I'm fairly positive that if I wrote everyday for three weeks I could easily get over 50,000 words. My total word count was around 29,000 in 8 days. That's a lot. I attribute it to my ability to ramble. (as illustrated, anyway) Blog writing doesn't count. I want actual noveling at least once a week. I'm not even going to enforce a time limit. As long as I get even a couple sentences down, at least that's more than I had before.
Time. I know I'm reliable only because I'm unreliable. I'm constantly late for just about everything but I am attempting to get better at this, and it seems to be working out. Although the fact that my boss adjusted the schedule to match the time I was coming in anyway definitely helped. It's all about time management. I need to wake up earlier, and move faster. I should also, probably, not stay up late messing around on the internet and writing really long blog posts.
Learn. I want to take real classes, as online classes just aren't cutting it as something I can handle, embarassingly enough. The requirements were ludicrous and my classmates unintelligent. (I know I'm trying to be more positive but honestly...) I would like to major in french education and teach in a highschool, or even a middle school. This career also gives me a free pass to France and Quebec on field trips where I get to set the agenda. Also, weekends and summers off, as well as insurance, sick days, vacation days, and eventually tenure. Sounds good. Now I just need to figure out how to weasle my way into UNH with my mediocre grades. I'm considering just taking my gen eds at hesser or stratham tech and then transferring, which will leave me with a lot less debt, and if I want to, I can do what Heidi did and get my masters in education in five years through UNH. Perhaps I should go there and speak to an advisor in person.
Clean. I absolutely LOVE waking up in the morning, walking out into the kitchen and seeing no mess at all. It is my favorite way to start the day. I love when things are neat and organized but my laziness (and Shawn) prevents me from having it nice all the time. As I look around me right now there are a bunch of things that all three of us have left around, although mine will be travelling into the bedroom with me when I finally head to bed. A big problem is convincing Shawn to do things properly. He claims that he forgets but I often think he just doesn't care how angry and miserable a messy house makes me... as long as he has a place to sleep and play video games he doesn't give a crap. (OH shit, there's that complaning again. damn it.) Anyway, my goal is to just be neater. Organize my craft closet better. Do dishes before we run out. Clean everything in the house once a week (not necessarily on the same day) Keep the shelves in the bathroom neat and organized. Do laundry (force shawn to get his ass downstairs and plug the fucking washer and dryer in.) In the same vein I need to start taking better care of my things. Being as poor as I am, I don't have money to replace things as often as many people do, which means I need to be less careless, but I'm fairly certain that just stems back to laziness. I need to be more diligent with essentially everything I do.
Cheer. I've already said it up there but it needs to go on the list. I need to be more positive. Cheerful, even. I need to smile more, not focus on the things that are 'dragging me down' but on the things that make me happy. I know it's so cliche but life is short, especially the part where you can move around and do whatever you want with relative ease, so I should be enjoying that instead of always finding something to complain about. Also, I need to be setting an example for Sophie. I don't want her turning out to be a big grump, constantly listening to people telling you to smile (I don't care how positive I am, I will ALWAYS hate those people), and not enjoying life as much as she should. I need to make sure that I'm mindful of when I start complaining, and perhaps when I find myself complaning about a situation, I should force myself to find something postitive about it, perhaps one positive thing for each thing I've whined about. I know that's not possible with everything but I think it's a good excersize to try out. (especially for this blog. I definitely don't need it turning out a major bitch-fest like my old one was for a while.)
Alright, well it's 2 am, and I should probably get to bed. I've got a long day of girly stuff with Jen and Jaime and I need to be well rested so I'm not grumpy for them (although how can you be grumpy when you're eating soup, salad and breadsticks?? Oh that's right. You can't... unless they're fake breadsticks. Then it's really quite simple.)
au revoir mes amis, je vous aime!
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