lazy day

Trying to get some school work done. It’s not going so great. Lazy day with TV, pizza and laundry. Thinking about the summer, thinking about the fall. Thinking about when we will move out of here. Here as in the duplex and here as in Pocatello.

Bad news, sad news

This totally stinks. I should be happy for her but I’m not.
Sorry, my feelings are centered from me.
I’m losing a friend = I’m sad.
That’s just how it is. This put a big grey rain cloud over my sun.

Sucks!

Wow, I’m selfish and immature.

not 19 anymore

I think I just officially reached the age where being hung over is a project in itself. I remember being like 19 and hearing ooooold (like 25+) people talk about how they stayed in with a massive head ache, nausea and all that good stuff they day after. Every time. Like they made a plan to be hung over and made room in the calendar for it cause they knew it was going to happen.
I thought it was so lame.
And I thought they were so old.
Well.
Here I am.

tired cat lady

It doesn’t matter how much I know I should be doing some school work right now. My brain has officially shut off for the night so it’s not going to happen. I’ll look (look, not read) at the pages I should have read for Tuesday and the pages I’m supposed to read for tomorrow and pretend like that’s something so I didn’t do nothing.

But that’s it.

I was never one to study at night. Even during my first years of college when I didn’t have a job or a relationship distracting me from studying, I never got much done after 8pm. When others made a pot of coffee and opened the books, I shut them and had a cup of tea. I always hated working night shifts and I get really stressed out and bothered if I have to do anything work or school related late at night.

I think I’m ready for retirement.

On a different (but equally non-important) note; Daisy threw up in the laundry room today so I got to wipe cat barf off the floor while doing laundry. She was less than a foot from the lawn, but I see her point, had she done it there I would have not even cared. At least it wasn’t the carpet.

Grey and Blue

I'm feeling the end of the semester pressure. I'm feeling the sadness of spending an entire summer without Dylan. I'm feeling the urgent need to move to a new place.

Tuesday afternoons are always so long. Every week.

Riding my bike down memory lane

I am a wonder of non-productivity. I got my bike out of the laundry room. Read the rest of the papers for work. Barely. And it’s 6 pm. What is this, Vegas? I need to get something done this weekend.

Getting the bike out after winter used to be the surest sign of spring. When we were kids we were always allowed to get our bikes out after Easter break. Every year. It didn’t matter if Easter fell early or late or how much snow was left on the ground. Some years the streets had been clear for weeks and others we’d slide around in snow and slush. I remember leaving a birthday party one year and so much snow had fallen during the party that I had to walk my bike home through piles and piles of snow.

The After Easter Rule made absolutely no sense but we never questioned it.

The power of parents.

Sleepy Fool

I am so feeling the Friday. It’s sunny outside and I’m just not motivated. At all. Mentally I already poured myself a glass of wine is finally getting to catch up with Jessica on spring break, relationships, friends, work and everything in between.

Sweet, sweet weekend…

I played a little April fool’s joke on Dylan this morning. Nothing big, since he was asleep I didn’t think he’d even react if I yelled “fire!” so I told him I had promised our neighbor lady we’d adopt Fat Black for $50.

That woke him up, and got him grumpy.