Made it home safely inspite of myself. The total moveout count: 18 boxes, 2 laundry baskets, 1 hugeass Rubbermaid bin, 1 laundry hamper, 1 Nike bag (huge), 1 backpack, and 1 frosh laundry bag. To say nothing of the 2 boxes of dishes I sent with my Future Roommate Benjamin who is living in our house for the summer. Needless to say, things were a little crazy on Thursday morning/afternoon. I didn't get doen as much cleaning as I wanted to (only the upstairs floors, bathroom and the stove got done) which means that Leslie (better known as my "psycho hosebeast roommate") has to do the fridge, the cupboards and downstairs floor. Leslie did not do a bloody thing all year so I'm a little worried as to whether things will get done. We will be charged if they don't, but at this point I no longer cared.
Napster started working again, albeit in new sucktacular form, but I got most of the score for the Virgin Suicides. I suppose I should feel bad about this, but I do plan to buy it for Squidge as soon as I have money again. She'll love it. We're planning to buy the book this summer and read it, and then buy the movie. She's convinced that there are hidden secrets in the movie related to the numbers--there are very specific numbers in most scenes, such as on the front door one of the 7s is sideways.
Gravity Man came over to visit me last night and it was really nice to see him again. He's terribly sweet. We talked about a lot of things, and he wants to buy me a puppy, because I never had one as a kid. This excites me and scares me at the same time. Puppies are exciting for obvious reasons, and it's neat that someone cares enough to think that I should have one, but on the other hand, a puppy is about one step down from having a kid (not just in work, but also in terms of emotional significance). I remember how I felt when I found out from the Psycho Sloan Site that Patrick and Sandra had gotten Ali the boxer. I remember thinking, "Wow, they're never going to break up now!" and it dashed all my dreams of ever marrying Patrick. Not that I had a lot, but it was an interesting fantasy to a 17 year-old who'd never had a boyfriend. Granted, this whole puppy thing won't happen for another year, at least, and even then only if Gravity Man gets a managerial position at the galaxy theatre they open in North Bay and moves there.
If I do get a puppy, I'm going to name it Elliott.
I'm listening to some old school 'blues' Fleetwood Mac. My dad hates anything pre-Stevie, but I must say that I'm really starting to dig it. And the original "Black Magic Woman" kicks so much more ass than Santana's.
I'm making my mom a surprise pasta dinner tonight. Dad, Squidge, and Babar are gone for the night, so it's just the two of us. I'm going to make diced tomato and basil sauce with garlic and chicken, gemelli pasta, garlic bread, and salad with a vinaigrette dressing. I've only recently started to like tomato sauce (for the last 10 years or so I've only eaten plain pasta with cheese, no sauce) and I'm a little nervous about how this will turn out.
Again, thanks to everyone who has the patience to read my stupid meandering entries, especially glamgal who doesn't know me from Adam, but reads anyway. and her layout kicks much ass.
-rhiannon "it seems like a dream, he's got me hypnotized"