because it should totally be fall now.
The people I’m house-sitting for come back this Saturday. Only two more days of having my own house…my own car…my own doggies…my own chores…my own messy kitchen…my own vacuuming to do…my own cat litter box to clean…
I want my own house now. =) But maybe just not in town. And maybe just not with evil front-door-windows. And maybe just not quite so big, when it’s only me there…
I also want my own car. Just maybe one that gets really good gas mileage, because I hardly drove anywhere except to work and I had to spend all the cash I had on gas. -_- Lame. …but the sunroof is rockin’ awesome…
And I really also want a dog again. </3
…when the rightful owners of the house/car/doggies/chores/kitchen/kitties return, they’re probably going to think I’m crazy because they will find every radio in the house and car turned to the country music station, with the volume cranked up a bit too high. Heh. It’s kind of scary. I’ve basically listened to country music and nothing else all summer. And enjoyed it. It’s something so idealized and unrealistic in its messages and assumptions to listen to. Keeps me from having to think about reality and the impending return of college and all that fun stuff.
Actually, country music currently holds the status of an audible security blanket.
I like it.
Now that house-sitting is over, I’ll have more time to write again. Assuming I can actually force myself to do it. I want to finish my story (so badly!) before I go back to school. But I’m pretty much certain that won’t happen. *sigh* It’s taken me how many months to get the seven and a half pages I have now? Yea…my point exactly. Also, I really want to finish reading The Brothers K. before my return to school. But that DEFINITELY will not happen. I’m at like page 175. Out of a whole lot more than that. Maybe a fifth or sixth of the way through? XD I want to write, and I want to read, so consequently I can never decide which of those two to do, so I end up doing neither…the Middle Child Syndrome strikes again.
I like this. I can blame all my problems on being the middle child. </sarcasm> XD
Speaking of the great Return To School, my classes start up August 27th. Three weeks, five days from now. I’m excited for them. They’ll be awesome. I know, I picked them. And I am looking forward to seeing everyone from Sacred Dance again. However, I am totally not excited to go back to Holland. Not at all. And I’m definitely not excited to be going back to a dorm room, cafeteria meals, only ever seeing people within three years of my age, and having less than no privacy. When I graduate from college, my plan is to become a professional recluse. Next time someone asks me what I want to do with my English major…
Assuming I’m an English major. I still can’t decide where that ranks on the scale of Stupidity. Yay for having interests in things I’m not good at and wanting to support myself off things you can’t make enough money to pay rent with, much less college loans.
And I don’t know my new address yet, but when I find out, I’ll send it to those of my readers who may be interested in it. Taethiel, Lisse, I’m looking at you right now. (Taeth, you need to send me chocolate again. And then maybe I’ll return the favor. By buying you some chocolate and then leaving it on my desk for three months, and mentioning it every time I talk to you but never actually mailing it to you…*halo* *innocent smile* But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you…*cough*) O=)
Actually people, chocolate donations are welcome from anyone. If any of you have extra chocolate laying around just say so and I’ll give you my address too, once I find it out…
As long as you don’t send letter-bombs O_O
On another note, my last day of work here is the 15th. Two more weeks! Can’t believe I survived. Actually, I’m not as surprised that I survived as I am that I still really like my job a lot. =P Hard work feels good. Sweating under the amazing sun all day feels good. Working in the rain is absolutely beautiful. Dirt forever under my fingernails and garlic-smelling-hands is fun. (seriously, they still smell like garlic. From a week ago. And to make things worse, today we harvested onions…my hands hate me. I’m losing all the skin on my fingers. …at least the dust mites are happy. Although, idk. Do dust mites like garlic-onion-flavored dead skin? o_O) But really. I am totally more buff now than I was at the start of the summer. *flexes muscles* Hoeing all day will do that to you. Booyah. \m/ My ballet teacher better appreciate this, baby.
I would kind of like to keep working at Luna Bleu next summer, if my boss wants me back. However, I don’t know if I could survive working there more than three days a week like I am this summer. I need a day in between to recover O_O hehe. But I need to work more hours next summer so I can make more money in an attempt to keep the bank from taking my body as well as my soul, which I already sold to it. So. Idk. We shall see.
Also, there’s totally an art to cultivating a nice farmer’s tan. *grins* …or rather, to not getting a farmer’s tan when you work outside in the sun all day. And I totally don’t have one. Well. Ish. Sort of not.
Ok goodbye. *drives in my car back to my house and my doggies, to clean up my kitchen, vacuum my floors, finish my chores, and relax with my kitties* Tschuss.