Holding My Breath

Today holds great change for me. It is my last day of work as a summer intern and the first day of my summer vacation. It is probably the last Friday I will spend in my house in Hoboken before my move to Newark. What excites me is that these are changes and they don't feel like endings. And the good news is that I don't have to say "goodbye forever" to anyone today. Forever goodbyes pain me more than anything.

I am really ready to move. I have been living in the same small house for two years. My closet smells weird == like an old person who smokes. I'm looking forward to escaping that smell... unless of course the smell was from me... in which case I will be bringing that smell with me for the rest of my life. I will really miss my housemates though. They have been fabulous to live with and have made this past year more enjoyable. It reminds me that great people in the world just gravitate to one another. Well, even if I am not great, I have always always been lucky and the people who are close to me are the most beautiful people I could imagine.

Enough sappy stuff. My summer reading plans include: finishing A Storm of Swords by George RR Martin (and finding out if a Feast for Crows came out yet!!!), actually getting to the last Harry Potter book which is still in the original amazon.com box from when it was released, and... well... I might start up the Chronicles of Naria again just for fun.

I will be away for two weeks so I probably will not post often if at all. We will return to your regularly scheduled programing after that. Cheers!

Nothing's New

I don't know why I started this blog. I have nothing new. Certainly nothing creative or interesting.

Sitting Tight

This morning I am not searching for a disorder. I realize that my problem is I am an over-anxious pain-in-the-ass. But the good news is that aside from that I am perfect.
I watched some of the Democratic crap last night. I find politics so boring I found myself accidentally singing over the speeches... even when there were other people watching it with me. I am aware that I should be more aware.

If there is anyone who is interested in posting a comment, I fixed the settings last night so that you don't need to sign up with Blogger in order to post. (Blogger's spellcheck does not have the word Blogger in it. Is that an example of irony? If you have examples of irony please post them as well.)

What?

I can't hear you



speak louder into my ear.

IKEA actually sells this. For children.

Get to Know the Lingo

There are 3 animals that describe basic moods:
- bear
- bee
- baby

When you are a bear you are a
- hungry bear
- tired/sleepy bear
- grumpy bear
- snuggly bear



When you are a bee you are a
- busy bee



When you are a baby you are a
- happy baby

Searching for Disorder

This morning I am at work photocopying bills to help a client file for bankruptcy. I am also trying to diagnose myself. [insert here an exhaustive list of symptoms and possible disorders.]

Breaking Through

The storm clouds were so thick today I felt like it was going to be night forever. I thought it was beautiful.

On the way home, I was sitting on the train and the girl behind me was on the phone with her sister. She was telling her that she deserved someone better. I was just wondering if we all tell our sisters that they deserve someone better who deserves the men they don't deserve?

The other thing I was thinking about is that my housemate Jess said that I should be glad that my parents met and had me because otherwise I would be fragmented. They would have had children with other people and then I would be little bits of me in other people who would have been born instead of me.

Doesn't that also mean that I, as I am today, might actually not be a whole person but instead little fragments of other people who were never able to be born?

[Tonight is the NIGHT] Boring OCD Causes Repulsion

[Tonight is the night that I figure out how to make my blog attractive and how to actually post photos WITHIN the blog entry. Until then, click on the link and scroll down.]

http://newyork.craigslist.org/jsy/fur/37568323.html

This particular photo of a wood hutch makes me feel like I'm going to hurl. I don't know what it is about it. Let me start with: I think I am a little OCD. I check the same websites everyday multiple times a day. The biggest problem is craigslist. I keep myself so informed on apartments in new jersey and new york (all boroughs except the bronx -- why would i want to live in the BRONX???) even though for a while I had no plans to move and now I already know where I am moving. I also am very interested in the furniture. My craigslist-furniture problem has gotten much worse since I am moving because I might have a practical use and even space for the furniture.
Now... back to the wood hutch. I find the description of this item appealing and I am continually duped to click on the ad. It is described as a "kitchen or dinning room unit" - which I would THINK I would pick up on the misspelling of DINING... but there are SO many people on craigslist who think it is DINNING. Maybe because dinner has two Ns. And you have dinner in a dinning room. LOL.
I think it is the grain of wood that gives me the chills. It is a grotesque picture of wood on a flimsy particle board tower of pisa. I should probably feel bad for it being so ugly and not wanted. This piece has been for sale for weeks.

What I Need

I am moving to Newark and I need:
1. 2 bar stools
2. 4 cushions for outdoor chairs coming in
3. 1 rug for living room
4. curtains for 3 sets of windows
5. 1 shower curtain
6. pots and pans
7. kitchen tools
8. 1 step stool so I can see the thermastat

I was thinking that basically I am like a happy person who just saw a sad movie -- like I just remember something sad that wasn't even real.

It is going to rain today and I am hap-hap-happy about it. Except that I'm wearing a sheer shirt and I forgot to bring an umbrella.

Here is my first attempt at fame

I have little idea what compelled me to create a site that features myself. Maybe because I don't mind featuring myself so long as I don't have to leave the house.