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  1. I am still alive.

  2. I went back to skip=500, just to see if there was anything I recognized from last week, but, alas, there was not, and so I am officialy giving up on ever catching up on my FL.

  3. I am done with school for at least one year. My stupid AA is complete, and with a high enough GPA that I will be given priority admission to most any university in the state (except UW, which is gross and overcrowded anyway, so who cares?) because of the WA Direct Transfer Agreement.

  4. I am still at the crazy bookkeeping job. I've applied for other jobs, but so far without success. Luckily, I am getting a raise. Unfortunately, I have to go do audit field work in Tacoma next month. Yuck.

  5. I've come to the point where, if I don't move out soon, someone is going to end up in the hospital. I am almost there. The raise will help a lot.

  6. Christmas was good. Many presents were had (including an awesome new stereo and ten metric tons of fudge). We went to Long Beach, but ended up leaving early, because Grandma's ability to turn everything you talk about into a condemnation of your life, job, hair style, and clothing is uncanny. Here are some excerpts from actual conversations we had:
    In the car, on the way to Cannon Beach...
    MOM: I was so surprised that Gary actually cleaned the kitchen!
    ME: Actually, that was me.
    GRANDMA: Oh, boo-hoo. Isn't your life just so hard. I mean, living at home, and having your parents pay for your car and your school must be very taxing for you!
    ME, KARENA: Um...

    Later, as we're leaving...
    GRANDMA: You need to get a job, Gary.
    GARY: Yeah, I know.
    GRANDMA: You too, Katie.
    ME: I do have a job.
    GRANDMA: No, I mean a real one, where you have to put in some elbow grease! That desk job is too cushy for some 20-year-old. You need to get some experience in the real world!
    ME: Uh, alright?

    Good times.

  7. A couple of weeks ago, I finally caved and started watching both of the Stargates. I'm almost through with the first season of SGA, and about half-way through the first season of SG1. I'm enjoying both for the most part, though I'm not sure if the parts I'm not enjoying are just because of the fist-season weirdness that every show goes through, or because the shows are just that way, but I guess we'll see.

  8. I've also been slowly re-watching Homicide, and, even half-way through the third season, I still haven't determined whether I actually like Felton, or if I just feel sorry for him because of his super-insane wife. I mean, DUDE, that lady is NUTS. Re-watching this has also brought to light just how much the writers of Law & Order: SVU suck, because watching old episodes of Homicide, you could never guess how awful Munch would become on SVU, and he's still the best character on the show! Horrible.
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AKA the random "what's up with me" entry.

a) The physics textbook I bought used off of smells like gym socks. I've sprayed some Bath & Body Works Pearberry Body Splash on the cover, so we'll just have to wait and see if that works, or if I become the girl known as "that chick who smells like gym socks" to the rest of my class.

b) I have a mosquito bite on the palm of my hand, and it sucks. How did that even happen?

c) My job is full of crazy people. Please, do not ever buy a [well-known sub shop] franchise: it will only turn you into a raving lunatic who makes your bookkeeper want to kill you with a blunt instrument. Bookkeepers/accountants/whatever cannot just magically pull a financial report out of their asses, people! ESPECIALLY when you run your store as crappily as most [well-known sub shop] franchise owners do, nevermind the complete incompetence and jackassery of the [well-known sub shop] Master Corporation. Also, please stop screaming at me. I am not the person who compiles your financial statements, nor do I have any control over when they are completed. I do, however, have control over who gets to talk to the person who does, and I also know who is stealing from which stores. So, you know, leave me the hell alone.

d) My mom is wedging her way into "East Coast College Tour II: Please, Someone Accept Me So I Can Move Out Already," (coming this May) which I am somewhat less than pleased about. Aside from normal issues that we would have (random music suckage, her complete inability to diverge from the itinerary, etc.), I wouldn't really mind. I don't necessarily want to go by myself, and it will help to have someone else along to help pay for stuff, and last time we went it was really fun, but I also realize that this time she is going to use the mondo amount of driving time to bitch about my dad. For obvious reasons, I am not interested in hearing it, and she completely does not understand WHY I don't want to hear it, which is where the problem arises. So I think I am going to have to nix that, which will suck, because then she will cry about it and bitch about me to all her friends about how I "hate her" and "don't ever want to see her again," and "think she's the worst mother in the world, even worse than that one who killed her kids. You know, that one," which I ALSO don't want to deal with.

So, anyone else wanna go with me?

Sadly, I am only half joking.

e) I want to go to the fair this weekend, but everyone I can get a hold of is either working or out of town or on crack. Rides just aren't as fun on your own, you know?

f) I've finished watching West Wing season 1, and the verdict is in (helped along by [ profile] neemarita's ev0l crack pushing): Sam Seaborn is hot, I love Josh and Donna, and this show rocks hardcore.

g) Mike Kellerman is my secret fictional boyfriend. Him, and his angst, and his sad pining for his ex-wife Lilah Morgan, and his mysteriously disappearing tooth-gap, and his bad outfits. I love it all. Aww.

h) Lucky for you, I've forgotten everything else that has happened to me over the past two weeks.
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Homicide is on! It's season 6 and one of the semi-lame L&O crossovers, but I don't care, because Kellerman and Meldrick and Bayliss! Akjhjkfdfflj.

Ahem. Um. Excuse me.


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