Nov 24, 2007
a) I'm engaged and getting married this winter.
b) My mother is pregnant with her tenth child, due the 2nd of June.
c) Kevin has been diagnosed with leukemia and will die within the next year.
*clue: as unbelievable as some of these may be, who the heck would write about something horribly tragic in a light-hearted, guessing-game format**?
**clue: not me.
Nov 18, 2007
My birthday was a perfect day, thanks for asking. The worst thing that happened all day was I went to the bathroom at work and came back to the last half of "Sweet Child Of Mine" on the radio, and we all know how awesome the opening riff of that song is and I missed it. But I persevered and didn't let it ruin my day. Because, while life cannot always be what we'd like, it can still be pretty dang good if we just keep going at it. Especially when you have the world's best boyfriend.
Nov 8, 2007
When I moved my computer into the front room to play music for the Halloween party, something went amiss. Since the day before the Halloween party, I've been unable to connect to the internet and my keyboard doesn't work. I haven't been on facebook, checked anyone's blogs, or did any other sort of general internetting for over a week. It's odd. And now I'm posting from work because our system is down and I can't do much else, even though I'm strictly forbidden to do extracurricular internetting. And because, as fascinating as a post about my bladder infection is, I'm really ready to have something new up here.
I haven't spent a ton of time trying to fix my computer's issues because I avoid my apartment like I avoid eye contact with the creepy greasy staring guy that seems to live at the back of every bus I've ever ridden on. I'm back to peace with the roommates after a little spat earlier this week (I expect there will be a post about this in the future), but I still prefer the endless Asian banter of apartment 36 ("Did you buy that beef from Paul Ream?" "Yeayah!" "Wiggles, what are you doing with Paul Ream's beef?" "It's not mine it's the Healer's, dude." "You going to put some ketchup on that, dude?" "Yeayah!" lather. rinse. repeat. It's a joy.) to the endless dumb Molly talk of my apartment ("That's so cool that you live near Far West; I'm fascinated by church history." "Yeah, and there are some good-looking guys there too." "Ooo, I want to hear about this." "Well there's this one guy in our area, well, he's actually from Kansas City, but..." "Wait, is Kansas City in Kansas or Missouri?" "I've always wondered that, too." repeat endlessly. punctuated by racous laughter over things that are hardly funny enough to warrant a "that's amusing" smile. It's not a joy.)