mysterino

i have to be at work in about forty minutes, and i'm still not dressed after my shower. i'm in that perfect spot where mishaps are very possible, but i'm still technically prepared and on-track. actually, this so-called spot is not perfect. so nevermind about that, but it's definitely the position i'm currently in.

PLUS i had coffee ten minutes ago, so, all i need is a little bit of food and i am SET.
ohhh, SET. good times.
i wish i had a few bananas or apples or peaches or fresh-cut pineapple, something sweet-yet-not-fake to get me going. baahhhhh. next paycheck = grocery store.

spectral

i've been sick with this stupid cold for about a week; this is getting to be really strange, because i'm never this sick for this long. i'm seldom sick for long, and until this year, i never even really got sick that often. i need to do something to improve my immune system when i finally get fully well again, I suppose. I'd much much much rather be healthy.

i only have to do a little more writing tonight before i go to bed yay

oh hey

wow. this blag is so neglercted.
between xkcd and Homestar, I think i have adequate reason to mispronunce things.
but probably only when i type. in real life, it's kinda weird. it could be funny, i guess.

anyway, I'm waiting to see if my brother needs me to get him from the Pennsylvania Rennaissance Faire. i'm kinda sad that i didn't make it over there for the whole day; it's unbelievably gorgeous outside. but, oh well. going for a long drive and getting some fresh aire might help my throat-cold. which hassled me ALL DAY YESTERDAY AND TODAY. so annoying.

siiigh. but life is so so so great. ;)

books won't leave me alone.

or, my roommate and his girlfriend and i are watching the Pagemaster.
and i work in two different book-oriented establishements.
STOP IT WITH ALL THE BOOKS.

but it's okay. i just need some more food. luckily, i have some. not too many sodium-filled or sugary snacks. or any snack-like foods at all, really. but, it's still okay.

whoa

almost a month since i wrote here. odd for me, eh?
i'm about to make some eggs. i feel bad for forgetting that i had them.

i've been making more money than normal, and it's tough for me to not just impulsively buy stuff that i need/want, as i did tonight after work.
that's the thing about working in a bookstore. the stuff that you spend the most time with is all pretty much irresitible.

anyway. i need those eggs, and i must fight some illness i may be regaining. ugh.

running a bath. so that i can hold my head beneath it.

my. goodness.

tomorrow, i start my second year (out of three in which i am trying to complete a four-year degree) at a small state-school in Pennsylvania. i have been working in the textbook store on-campus.
and i am exhausted.
sure i may be less broke than i was in the past few weeks, but, if i have any time or energy, i doubt i'll be using it for anything besides sleeping (however much sense THAT makes.)

anyway, my apartment is also more or less in the immigrant-ridden part of town, which is amazing. it's really like one of the biggest exercises in out-of-comfort-zone i've ever had in my entire life. i'm going to need to be learning a bit of spanish, though, regardless.

and i'm generally just learning about sacrifices as i go. because if i'm worth the sacrifice of a life of a perfect man, why should i not be able to sacrifice my imperfect self for others?

claim

i've been sleeping at nights on top of my comforter, beneath only an afghan or two. couldn't tell you why, but it's true.

i've been leaving every morning by quarter after seven to be at work by eight. so evidently, i'll have to leave soon.

i feel like the rest of my summer should've been like this. but maybe it shouldn't've.