- I am still alive.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.