so I found my discover card. Other than that it's been a pretty klutzy day. Almost like I had to trade in the good luck of finding that card immediately for some bad luck. But it's worth it, I just have the equivalent of a Big Gulp lying in a sticky pool on the floor of the passenger side of my car now. yuck.
I'm cutting my work hours for finals, officially, starting next week. I'm already doing it unofficially, seeing as I left an hour early both last Friday and today...but there just isn't much to do these days.
I'm stressing: two papers for my Romani studies class, another for my WWI class, and a desperate need to hurry up and finish my thesis.
For right now though, I'm going to use up some of that gas I paid so freakin much for about twenty mins. ago to go get some Kerby Lane. Since my gerbils are ignoring me. That's pretty sad, right?

oh boy does my head hurt. I lost a credit card, and I'm so sure it's around here somewhere, but I just can't find it!
I even looked in the dumpster to get last week's trash in case I threw it away. yuck, I know. but it wasn't sooo bad, because Elissa was an awesome friend to come with me while I dug through the full dumpster and tell me funny things and basically keep my mind off of what I was doing.
I really need to find it.

Yesterday I did the walk of shame through Walmart holding a toilet plunger. The only good thing about it was the thought of giving the guys giving me shady looks on my way to the plunger section something to really think about.
Now my whole house smells like rubber. That distinct smell of plunger rubber.

Anyways, my toilet is now sparkling clean.
See what you blog readers get? A true description of all the unnecessary details about my life. Nothing withheld.

The other day I told Aaron that I loved Froot Loops. And he said, "You and the Taliban."
I really liked that.

My job and the people at my job only serve as reminders of how terrible I am at making conversation. Everytime I sit down with a big group of people, I never end up saying much. Merde. Someday I will find my niche. Perhaps with a group of deaf-mutes. At least then I will be the most talkative one in the bunch. Oh how wonderful that would be. Although even then, their hands would probably be signaling a mile a minute. And I would just sit there, still.

Gerbils--lame pet? Too bad. Aaron is naming his Billy Idol, and I have not figured out a name for mine yet.

so, I never did make it down to campus on my bike Thursday--Rachel called feeling like a "coke in East Austin" from some convenience store, so we started there with cokes in glass bottles, and then found this plant store (probably the only rich-white plant store in east austin...and it was barely across the highway.)
At the store, I saw a mini-vulture, a cat that hid amongst the plants, and a very calm dog with the softest fur I've ever felt on a dog.
I ended up buying thyme, mother of thyme, and a plant with little white flowers that I don't remember the name of. And Rachel got some succulents.
Then, we went looking for a home depot close to campus, and ended up after a long debate at the one on NI-35. We got pots and dirt, and then went back to Rachel's co-op to plant them. Lately, the days have felt like the beginning of summer, and it was nice and nostalgic sitting outside planting.

On Friday, I made up for the biking thing by bringing my bike with me to work and then parking in West Campus and riding downtown to meet Michael T. for sushi at Kyoto, which was fun despite the fact I was worried about someone jacking my bike the whole time.
Then I biked over to Emo's to see if Dropkick Murphy's were still sold out, and obviously they were, and as I didn't feel like waiting around to see if I could weasel my way in, I rode back to Rachel's house. At which point I gluttonously decided to go with them to a Mexican restaurant even though I had just eaten. I had a margarita. It was delicious. And I also had a continuous stream of chips.
On the way back to the co-op to drop some people off, we stopped at a convenience store, where I met a guy with a cute little brindle pit bull puppy and he offered to get one for me just to "get 'em away from those rednecks." Sadly, I had to decline. But his puppy was sooooo cute. When I put my hand out to pet her, she would just lean her head on it, like "I'm too little, and my head is soo heavy."
Then I went home and watched Ronin on the phone with Aaron.

Now it's Sunday, and all I've done all weekend is watch movies, sleep, and play GTA. And now I'm going to have some grilled cheese and Ramen. yum.

Something I've heard before but never taken to heart, apparently...Don't buy onions whose skins are suspiciously tight! They look better than the other onions, but it's a lie, a dirty lie.
I'm having frito pie for lunch and then perhaps I shall bike down to blockbuster or even as far as campus, just to see how long it takes.
It's a rare free day.

ew. I just ate way too much. I can hear the seams in my stomach straining and creaking and about to burst.
It's all the fruits' fault! Seriously, I could eat fruit till I threw up, and I would never get full, just hungrier and hungrier for a big juicy burger. That's what happened today. I ate an apple for breakfast, some Taco C's breakfast tacos for second breakfast, an orange, a bag of chips, and a Player's burger and fries. I guess I am a hobbit after all.
I just finished a major revision of the first two parts of my thesis last night at 3 am, but I have a paper due tomorrow and a Gypsy test. I think I choose the paper, but I wish I could do both.
Oh and here's something wierd. I now have my bread sunning next to a bright window while I'm away during the day. Someone told me bread without light = mold. But somehow, I feel like I have a new pet bread.
By the way, tomorrow night is the Dropkick Murphy's. Anyone up for it?? I happen to be free!

tonight: the three burials of melquiades estrada, the bitter taste of keg beer gives me shivers, skateboarding in a parking lot at night with jack johnson playing on the radio of my parked car.

I've been making mix cds! Fitting all the songs on the front of the cd in fat sharpie is the most difficult part.
Now all I have to do is finish the job and send them off.