May 8th, 2006

Moccasin eating spaghetti

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If any of you people who are moving soon want some boxes, my dad gave me about 32780456087135 of them.

I think I saw someone hit a deer on 79 North tonight. I was driving back up, and one of the cars ahead of me (there was a car between us) moved like it was turning around. I thought, what are they doing? Then the cars ahead of me (one in each lane) suddenly stopped, and I screeched to a halt. When I was able to get by, I saw a deer lying unmoving in the other lane, and a car was turned around backwards. Yikes. Poor deer.

I got tired of having red Xs for moods, so I'm temporarily going with the Sally theme until I get my mood theme back together (it died when my Allegheny site expired).
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Lilo and Stitch!

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I have some serious issues I need to work out. When I buy a new pair of pants that isn't cropped (cropped pants are usually the perfect length for me, even though they're intentionally short on normal people), I intend to hem them later (I used to have my mom do it, but then I asked her to teach me how). Helloooooo procrastination. Same with mending things. I actually have a pile of perfectly good pants that I need to hem that I bought like... 6 months ago.

But when I see Nick walking around with a huuuuuuuuuuuge rip in the back of his pajamas (half his pants have giant rips in the back, I swear), I demand he hand over the pants, and I fix them within 10 minutes.

WHY can't I just hem/mend my own things immediately? Why must I volunteer to fix someone else's clothing so quickly when I can't even make time to work on my own? Maybe it's a public service thing. Small children could be walking by the window, and Nick could be bending over to pick up a book, and we'd end up with angry parents beating down our door.

Anyway, this next week will be busy. I worked today and will work Thursday, I'm moving out on Friday and Saturday, and I'm coming back up on Sunday for graduation so I can harass my friends one last time. Oh yeah, and it's my birthday on the 18th. I keep forgetting, and I don't really care that much, surprisingly. It's sort of, "Oh, I'll be 23. Um... should I be excited? Woo, I'm getting old. That's like... grownup age."

At least my birthday gives me a good excuse for doing whatever I want all day and demanding someone take me to a delicious restaurant for dinner (or at least make me some PIE). Oh, and presents. But eh. I should totally have a birthday party where all my friends come in their little girl party dresses (EVEN THE BOYS), we make necklaces with fruit loops and twizzlers, and we have a big cake. A bunny cake. It would be awesome. I haven't partied like that since... I was 6. But I want ponies this time, not Barbies. Although I did have quite a few ponies when I was 6, too. I wonder what happened to them...

Pardon my silly rambling. I'ma go eat now. Buh bye.

(I still want a bunny cake with coconut frosting like my friend Elizabeth and I had for our joint 3rd birthday party... it was awesome, and I still remember it 20 years later)
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