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Living Room:
Kitchen:
View from Kitchen into Living Room:
There’s also a bedroom, bathroom and several closets, but as they’re still unpainted you don’t get to see them. Just believe they exist, like fairies, ok?
I was going to start this earlier (it’s almost ten right now) but I was struck by the sudden, undeniable desire to paint my kitchen brown (I have brown paint, thus brown). I have so much painting to do, and this desire strikes so rarely (very rarely; I can’t stress that enough) that I felt I had to take advantage of it. I vaguely recall planning on going to bed early today after sleep-walking through most of the day following last night’s lack of sleep (thank you unpacking, anal retentive capricorn nature and extremely loud nocternal feline roommates who woke me up at five this morning and wouldn’t let me return to sleep) but painting! How can I sleep when the kitchen is still unpainted? How?
See, paint a bit, blog a bit. At this rate I should be done, well, I guess that depends on how much I have to say, but what I wouldn’t give for my own personal maseuse right now. Too much painting and moving and lifting and carrying and stress combined with not enough sleep has left me sore and grumpy. I’m in desperate need of a massage and a bottle of wine. On the other hand, my apartment looks awesome! Ok, paint a bit.
Alright, things are coming along nicely. Well, except for that paint sploch on the ceiling; if anyone asks, it wasn’t me.
My god, I love having my own place again. It’s quiet, it’s clean, it’s currently lit largely by the laptop, many candles (Everything is better by candle light, even painting, hence the blob on the ceiling. That totally wasn’t put there by me. Really.) and the glowing head. (Literally. It’s a head and it glows. The glowing head.) The TV’s off, Lily Allen’s on, the cats are chilling. And…paint!
Oh my god, I am so losing interest in this whole silly painting thing. Plus the brown is making the already ugly yellow counter even more yellow and ugly. Bummer, that.
Things I would rather be doing than painting right now:
- Downloading the amazing new actions being offered by one of my favorite bloggers/photographers, Sheye Rosemeyer. Need a bit more money first, though.
- Entering more of my books into Library Thing. I have some entered (as you can see if you click on the link) but there’s always more.
- Sleeping.
Instead I’m going to paint…now!
Hm, just dripped a ton of paint on the counter, then almost fell off the counter. Am I done yet?
Oh thank god, I’m done! And lucky thing, too, as I’m getting tired and cranky and starting to do a really bad job. It’s 11:10, so it took me a bit over an hour to do the kitchen, not bad. Thank you for joining me on this sad journey and have a lovely evening. The end.
Dr. Cox: Uh, Carla. Carla, have you, uh, have you seen Newbie?
Carla: Oh, he got off your leash?
Dr. Cox: Give me a break. The kid’s like… he’s like a… have you ever seen a drunk baby? Eh, it’s a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice to say, it turns out that, at first, it’s… it’s endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls, but man… you take your eyes off them for one second…and bam! They got a bucket on their head, and they’re plowing right through your brand new flat screen TV. God save me, it was barely out of the box. The point is… Newbie is my drunk baby.
Those adorable Bingmar kids are at it again, and it’s been confirmed; they’re still cute. Thank god for that, because really? What on earth would Marcoda do with non-cute kids other than send them off to the salt mines? Salt is mined, right? By ugly kids?
I love that song. But really? Where is my mind today? And yesterday? Did I leave it smushed under my mattress (now laying on the floor in my dining room until I find and move into a new apartment)? Or did it drown in a particularly robust white Russian? Do I have zombies on the brain so much that I’m now suffering from a nasty case of zombie brain? Is that even possible? And if zombie brain is the opposite of hamster brain (which I’m assuming it is), how is it possible that I’m suffering from both simultaneously? Today is wasted on me. As was Sunday when the world seemed very flat and far away and I had to translate everything a few times in my head before I could begin to understand it (English what? Who?) and I was having trouble remembering my own name. I may have drooled a bit, too.
Time to get more sleep, methinks.
I was going to say something else, but I’ve completely forgotten what (shocking!) so never mind. Perhaps it had something to do with paint (Pink for the bathroom, green for the kitchen/living room, but what about the bedroom?), or my new socks (knee-high stripes). Or how I should start packing tonight but I really don’t want to. (Do people ever want to pack? And if they do, could they pack for me?)
And now I have Where Is My Mind stuck in my head, so my few remaining thoughts have been tuned out. Go read Daisy Owl instead.
Or check out The Bible Summarized by a Smart Ass if you’re particularly bored and looking for some amusement. You’re certainly not going to find any here. Not today…
Currently keeping my fingers crossed that I got the adorable apartment that I very much want. I should find out this afternoon or Monday whether I got it or not (please please please!!!). It’s really cute, the perfect size and in a great location. Ok, it’s a bit closer to the former in-laws than I would like, but I’ll deal. I guess.
So! Next steps. I must get some bookshelves ASAP as I have a lot of books (see below; that’s only some of my books) and no shelves.
Also realized: I can’t wait to paint my bathroom pink! The last two times I had my own bathroom I painted it pink and it was so pretty and girly. This is one of the first things I have planned for my new place. What can I say, every once in a while my girly side rears her crazy pink head. I’m mildly tempted to do my entire apartment pink, à la my hero (regardless of what Dr. Temperence Brennan says about hero worship) Betsey Johnson. Might clash with my red kitchen stuff, though.
Jane Mansfield had some lovely ideas as well.
Nothing says class like pink shag. I truly believe that…
So much to say! I have a beautiful new laptop, lovingly anachronistically named Quill, and she’s perfect. And the world, it is rejoicing. Rejoice with us, will you? Quill and I, we’re a perfect match, we are.
And a bit of techno perfection I need right now, as Dan and I are getting a divorce. I’m going to be a twenty-eight-year-old divorcee. With three cats. I’m going to be the crazy cat lady, and I’m oddly ok with it. But look at my beautiful laptop, perfection curled up on my lap, along with Neo and next to Banjo! Mags prefers his own loveseat, the snob.
Frick. I have so much to say and no clue where to start. So? Quill. She’s pretty. And soon she’ll have Photoshop on her, the perfect accessory.
Given the chance, I’m burning all of my clothes in a massive bonfire (around which I will dance naked, seeing as my clothes will be in the fire) and buying an entirely new wordrobe from Sally Jane Vintage. Question: how many days in a row can I wear a baret to work before I recieve a stern talking to from my boss?
Books! Oh so many new books! QPB was having a buy one, get one free sale, which of course, for me, translates to buy three get three free sale, and my poor little head exploded. Bang, and such. What did I buy? Well, let’s see.
Watchmen, by Alan Moore
World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, by Max Brooks
People of the Book, by Geraldine Brooks
Bad Monkeys, by Matt Ruff
Little Brother, by Cory Doctorow
Rant, by Chuck Palahniuk
Reviews forthcoming…
…about me. Facinating, no? No. Oh well.
1. I get bored and restless easily if I don’t have something to plan, organize or look forward to.
2. Although I’m only 5 foot 2 inches, and people often make note of my height and call me short, I honestly don’t feel short at all. I feel completely normal and wouldn’t want to be any taller.
3. I love listening to podcasts at work. My current favorites are This American Life, Rick Steves and Jordan, Jesse, Go.
4. I have a thing for guys who wear glasses. Cute!
5. My favorite way to relax is to play around on Photoshop while drinking wine and listening to music for a few hours.
6. Although I like dogs, I’m definitely a cat person. I have three cats whom I love like they’re my kids, and I have no desire to ever own a dog.
7. I use exclamation marks way too often while emailing and IMing! It’s obnoxious but I can’t stop!
8. Five things I love: blogs, web comics, zombies, striped socks, throw pillows.
9. Five things I hate: college sports, licky dogs, radio interviews, shiny silver appliances, all CSI shows.
10. Five things I’m embarrassed to admit I like: The Lizzie McGuire movie, Avril Lavigne, Disney, Stephen King, putting ketchup on everything.
11. I have a really hard time conversing with serious people. I usually end up feeling stupid and completely misunderstood.
12. I love to sleep more than almost anything. Although it takes me a very long time to fall asleep (I usually toss and turn for at least an hour before I finally fall asleep, then wake up several times throughout the night) I can easily and happily sleep all day if given the chance. I sleep better during the day than during the night.
13. I have a strange fascination with apocalypse and zombie books and movies. Bring on the end of the world! Fictionally, of course.
14. I enjoy doing laundry and folding clothes. It’s one of those productive things one can do while sitting on the couch, watching tv.
15. No matter how upset, angry, or depressed I am, I can still smile and make jokes around my friends or family. I royally suck at expressing how I actually feel.
16. I love color and I don’t understand why anyone gets anything in white/beige/silver/black when they could get it in a fun color. This goes for socks, shoes, appliances and wall colors. And everything else.
17. My mom, my sister and I all have January birthdays. I hope if I ever have a daughter she’s born in January, too.
18. Although I used to live in Tucson, less than an hour from the border of Mexico, I’ve never been to Mexico. And although I’ve lived only a few hours from the border of Canada for many years, I finally made it to Canada for the first time in October of 2007.
19. I’m horrible at cooking. I just don’t have the attention span for it and I always screw up. Always. It’s almost comical how bad I am at cooking and baking.
20. I really miss the mountains in Tucson. But I really, really don’t miss the heat and could never live somewhere that hot again. I’d much rather be cold than hot any day. (I’m in the middle of a Minnesota winter and I can say that…)
21. I have TMJ, but my insurance won’t cover any sort of treatment so there isn’t anything I can do about it. I can only open my jaw maybe halfway (on a good day) and I get horrible headaches from it. It hurts pretty much all of the time. Stupid bastard insurance company.
22. I’ve been a vegetarian for seventeen years, but being around people who are eating meat doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t understand why people seem to think it should. People always apologize for eating meat in front of me and it confuses me.
23. I absolutely have to personalize everything, and the first thing I do whenever I get a new toy (laptop, cell phone, ipod, etc…) is do everything I can to make it as “mine” as possible. This also goes with residences; I refuse to live in a place where I can’t paint the walls.
24. Whenever I have a hangover (and it takes very little to get me hung-over) I crave tomato-based food to an almost obsessive level. I once survived a very hung-over train trip from Paris to London by focusing solely on the thought of spaghetti sauce the entire time.
25. I have five tattoos, including a large, unfinished one covering much of my back, which I started a couple years ago. I really need to get that one done.
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