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.

I have been feeling restless, and I am trying not to be. I'm ready for a change, but change is not ready for me.
There is a boxer puppy at the shelter that is the spitting image of the exact dog I want. But I'm going to stop obsessing about getting a dog until me and Aaron are settled wherever we're going to be settled after this summer. And then we'll see. Because despite how much I want a dog to play with, I do not want it to be the equivalent of an immaculately conceived love-child which will become a burden to my future husband. So if we get a dog, it must be one that we are both present to choose. And anyways, I think that once we're in the same place, I'll want to be able to stay out as late as I want without a dog missing me at home. 'Cause that would give me hives.
Oh my indecision kills me.

So! I was thinking today at work while stalker-ishly spying on some office people's playlists on itunes. I want some music. And I am willing to trade--I've got quite a selection of CDs and music, maybe some of which you want. Here's a list of what I want.

1. Jimmy Hendrix in general, esp. Bold As Love, Wind Cries Mary, All Along the Watchtower
2. Cream in general. I have the obvious stuff, like Sunshine of Your Love and White Room, MTV Unplugged Layla, but I want more of the old stuff.
3. Radiohead. Any and all. People keep telling me I should get into them, but I never will unless it's a trade.
4. Also anything else you think I would like...new stuff?
If anyone sends me anything I will for sure send you something back. If you don't know what you want, I will send you something I think you would like. Wouldn't it be cool to get a package in the mail??

As I went through my day today, I had this constant picture in the back of my mind of me and Aaron in the parking lot of the Wendy's across the highway from my apartment, me in my slip-ons and ratty flannel shirt and him with his Fallen hoodie and messy hair. Late-night runs for fast food right before having to do homework are good enough to eat.

I have been making daily trips down to the animal shelter--it really is like a candy store for animal lovers. A huge selection of insanely cute dogs and puppies and even kittens, all spread out for one's choosing. That is, if I try not to think too much about the sad parts.
But I have been visiting the puppy we are hoping for! It's a nice 20 minutes to be had after work or class to go and see a familiar face.
I have been feeling sort of loner-ish lately.

I am loving my self-inflicted haircut. heck, maybe I won't ever pay for a haircut again. I should teach Aaron to cut girl's hair...he'd only have to learn one style, I've had the same hair since 7th grade!
(yikes...is that sad?)
Well, it has undergone gradual changes. Like the slow wearing-away of a mountain by the wind.
And then we would never have to pay for haircuts ever. We could move to the mountains and be hermits and self-sufficient.

for now: lynyrd skynyrd shirt, getting farther on vice city, coming home to a dark apartment, jack johnson's new cd, delicious shivery weather.