I have run out of room on my Netflix queue. It is really no surprise as the movie that I just put in the mail (at 12:30 am) I have had for at least three months. Classic Jewelie. I am now resolved to watch the shit out of my netflix movies so I can empty it out and add more TV on DVD.

Aaaand onto the real stuff:
The past few days I've been noticing the mess around me more. I think it's because I like this apartment, and I want it to look as decent as a bunch of non-matching hand me down furniture can. The walls are still ugly as all get out, but I'm not noticing that as much as I did when I moved in. You fill a room with stuff, and you tend to not notice (as much) what is surrounding that stuff, I guess. There is still SO MUCH MORE that needs to be done. I have finally finished all of the laundry except for a pile (enough for a small load) in Sophie's room next to her changing table, and the clothes Shawn and I have worn in the past few days. It's exciting. I don't think we've ever been at this point in the laundry before without spending about 50 dollars. Having your own washer and dryer is amazing. I can be the kind of adult who separates clothes by color and washer/dryer setting. I have a rack to hang things that shouldn't be dried! I shouldn't be excited about these things but I really am!

Secrets Revealed, Items Forgotten, Skills Taught, and Dealings of the Shady Variety

Today started out rather later than it was supposed to. I set the alarm in my phone and clicked the little button marked Sunday and that was that. I went to sleep and woke up annoyed to a phone calling, thinking "Who on Earth is calling me at this ungodly hour? Honestly!" then looked at the time... "Holy shit, 11? How is it 11?!? I set my damn alarm" and I opened up the alarm program and confirmed that yes, it's set for 9am on Sunday. And I realized what anyone reading already has. Today isn't Sunday. It's Saturday, and I set it for the wrong day. It was Connie who had called and was questioning whether she'd missed an important announcement like "We're not coming today." which, of course, she hadn't. I just suck at setting alarms. I texted Jen, got up, washed my hair and had to style it because I got a HAIR CUT!! (BAM! Secret revealed!!)

When your chest is the tripod...

(bipod?) it's hard to get a good picture.

I keep trying to write a post on here, but much like everything else I start, I find myself getting easily distracted part way through and then just give up. Story of my writing life. My fingers were so not in the mood for typing- the laborious task of tapping key after key without any real thought on my part where they should be moving (amazing the way we can train parts of our bodies to do that) other than thinking the words. (I've never really thought about that before and now I can't get how strange it is out of my head).