yes, i know the words are backwards, but as you can see, i've once again forsaken my wonderful, professional camera for my isight. i'm lazy.


so this is what we did today. getting excited to move. we'll have rooms!! let me count the rooms. dining room. kitchen. bedroom. ANOTHER BEDROOM. bathroom. living room. PATIO!! we are still giddy over it. moving day is next saturday.


after that, we sat on our bed/dinner table/couch/coffee table. (THE JOYS OF ONE ROOM LIVING!) and watched the entire first season of "friends". and at chees-its.


that's me. and that's andrew. gosh, my hair. <--- my thought before i fixed it. after my genius editing, now i'm thinking, i'm looking FABULOUS!!! i have to admit, i was very inspired by this blog: hyperbole and a half. she is hah-larious.

FEET.

you know what i hate in the summer? and maybe this is just me, but geezlouise, my feet get soooo clammy. the rest of my body might be toasty warm, and then there's my feet just chillin down there all cold and clammy like it's nobody's business. like that's how it ought to be! hmph.

anyway, boxes are in piles everywhere around and andrew's in the shower, which still refuses to drain more than one inch of water per hour, so we're really looking forward to the move.

that's all.

being less honest and trying not to be mean.

i started this blog as an extension of my etsy store and now it's turned into an extension of my journal, which i never write in to begin with. i think writing in a journal is one of those things that i really always mean to do, but never actually start doing. somehow, writing in this blog is easier, though some would argue, less honest. (there's just something about knowing you've got an audience.)

bullet points of my life:

- we're moving in 2 weeks exactly. OH MY GOSH. nothing is packed.
- still hiding out from mean guy in the parking lot who yelled at me last week after i parked "wrong". constantly thinking about if he's planning to hit/call a tow truck on my car.
- thankful to have a job even if sometimes it drives me insane.

.....and i digressed from bullet points in my mind. so many times i compose sentences in my head, and i imagine how they'll come across to my readers, and in this case, i was going to write something scathingly mean. yes, it was meant for just one person in particular, and not one of my friends, so it's possible this person may never see it even if i wrote it. but the possibility still exists because this is the internet, so i can't write it. i can't convince myself to. BUT I WANT TO. i'm really struggling with hateful attitudes in this situation.

see, this is a situation where i should be using my private journal. yet, i'm not. probably because i'm lazy and my handwriting, previously so neat and pretty when i was in school, has now spiraled out of control and become nearly illegible. one day, when i'm a housewife, i'm going to get it back in shape.

ps. sometimes, when someone who is not really my friend acts like they think we're friends, i just want to say, "we aren't friends. go away." and that is how truly mean my heart is. only by the generosity of god do i have any friends at all. in fact, i'm pretty sure i've actually said this to someone before, maybe at college?

wishing for a wall to pin some photos to.

some things i've thought about recently:

1) i miss taking pictures of things that i think are beautiful, and i miss discussing these pictures with other people who have different ideas about beauty. i should take pictures again, so i don't miss it anymore.
2) people can get really worked up over something as trivial as a parking spot. really, world? REALLY?

AND

3) the only appropriate uses of the expression "mmmmm" is about food and sex. and if you're not talking about food and you use this expression, everyone is assuming that you're trying to charge your words with sexual energy. example: "mmmmm crayons...." or "mmmmm i love watching bill o'reilly...."

that's really all for me today, as far as words go. here's some pictures from this evening.





ps. i hope everyone has noticed that i didn't once mention knitting in this entire post. except for now, but this doesn't count, because it's a ps.