Oh Shit!

I'm 26 today!


But I am not going to have a major freakout scene like Trev did when he turned a mere twenty. (I don't think he's ever recovered from it, actually. Notice that he hasn't blogged for over a month now? I think he might be institutionalized or something.) You see, I am at the point where my spirit has LONG since been crushed by the heavy, painful stone of aging. Now when I turn another year older, I just TAKE IT because I know there is nothing else I can do. Tears don't work!

But I am only up to obsessively check email and must go back to bed because I am made of SLEEPYTIME and have to make sure that I will be able to stay up all night tonight because I've decided to break myself by hosting friends and strangers at my home tonight.

Good going, me.

Good Times

Well, today, my coffee table was delivered. Actually, it is listed as a "cocktail table" and it really is nice enough looking to fit such a classy description.

I think I've moved up a bracket in the categories of growing up. My boyfriend and I actually went to a furniture store and bought a NEW table. We didn't find it at the thrift store, we did not happen upon it in a yardsale, we did not even discover it while driving through the rich neighborhoods on Garbage Night. We spent more than $20 on a piece of furniture. We are adults of a type. I guess the next type of adult is the type who will shop at a place that is more expensive than Value City Furniture, or some furniture store that is having some wall-to-wall liquidation sale where everything is up to 70% off.

Actually, at that liquidation sale, it was nice to see that beds there were $900 even after they had been reduced by a lot. It was just horrific. When the little salesman was all "oh, that price there is JUST the frame - the entire bed is $900," the boyfriend and I both stood up and shouted and told him that maybe we could find an end table or lamp that we could afford.

Also good fun stuff is that we have the satellite radio. I won't mention which kind, in case the Sirius people hold grudges. Oh hey, I probably just said too much. Anyway, I have been listening to it nonstop online, and I love it so much. Jack Kerouac is doing some talking now on some really random weird station which is my favorite. That and the Retro-Lounge station.

Is it the first day of autumn yet? Or will it land on my birthday (the 23rd) this year? Autumn is nice but depressing because I know winter is coming. I prefer cold weather and snow, but here in southern Ohio, we mostly just have grey bleak nasty weather. Misty, damp, and just.. fucking bleak.

Oh, also the day before yesterday, I bought a dark red Betta fish. He is still not named but he has tiny soulful fishy eyes. Does anyone have any good name suggestions? I have called him everything from Raoul to Bloodburst to Gilberto to Roberto to Pierre - but nothing is really sounding Right.

Another strange oddity in my life lately is that I am no longer hideously reclusive. I see friends like everyday. It's really strange for me still. But it's probably better this way.

The Birthday Approaches

I am not so sure why, but this year, I am actually looking forward to my birthday. I mean, normally, like, ever since I was like 16, I never cared much for that birthday thing. But this year, I am all like "Wow! I'll be TWENTY SIX! Woooo!"

It may be that I can't believe I'm still alive.

For a while there, things were looking pretty doubtful. For like, quite some time.


But I don't know. Maybe I am flying in the face of tradition. Subconsciously. Tricking myself. So instead of being like "OH NO I AM SO CLOSE TO BEING 30 YEARS OLD" I am instead like "OH GOD YES I AM ALMOST 30 YEARS OLD CAN ANYTHING BE BETTER???"

Only I am in no way even slightly sarcastic.



My mind is a mystery even to me.


An interesting thing to note is that I am all the way moved into my new home. Although, unlike XV, I am not sitting here saying OH THANK GOD! MT ORAB IS MY TRUE HOME AND I WILL NEVER GO AWAY FROM IT AGAIN because I have absolutely no emotional attachment to this completely unremarkable place. I mean, it turns out that more highschool friends live here than I would have ever believed possible, but I understand that this is a very temporary situation with them, with all of us, as we are all still in deep transitional moments in our lives.

I can only shrug.


Well, shrug and drink gin I guess.


I really like gin.


I have DSL now. Can you believe it? I've just stopped wearing pants completely because the Internet Speed is so great that it probably won't be safe to wear pants anymore for at least like 7 months. I hope it is a mild winter. But yeah, I'm enthused over this shit. Enthuse with me.


BECAUSE I SAID SO!

Blather

I like how it always takes me a hundred weeks to move into a new place.

On Monday, I will be taking my gigantic painting, paints and brushes, computer, computer desk, stereo, and remaining clothes to the new house. I will be completely moved in. Internet connection will come soon after. At least it had BETTER.

I felt that I should finally just stay there forever now that I am comfortable in it. Also, the rapidly rising gasoline prices are keeping friends and family from wanting to cart me around. And I can understand that. It's outrageous.

Also, I believe that the Plagues may have come to a stop. At first, we seemed to have lots of mice. I think they came in with the boyfriend's belongings which had been in a garage all summer. After the mice, we had millions of houseflies in all of the windows, flying by and taunting me. Then, we finally obtained some appliances, namely, the stove and the refrigerator. One or the other seemed to bring ROACHES with it. So I have spent many days completely freaked out and soaking the kitchen in poison. I think I acted swiftly enough that they did not put down family roots. If not, I have more than one "fogger" in my possession, and I really don't want to be forced to use it. BUT I COULD STILL.

Anyway, I have not seen a roach in many days now, so I am relaxing. Although I have started to notice that we have a bitchload of spiders around and that just cannot stand. Spiders are scary.

I just pray that we don't wind up with House Centipedes.

Oh god.

Those are the worst.

At the last place I was sort of living in, in Covington, KY, when we were moving out, we uncovered a few of those House Centipedes. And I swear to Christ that they were like six inches long. They were like disembodied animated corpse mustaches made of EVIL. I screamed and flailed involuntarily even though they were several feet away from me. It was just too much.

In fact, recounting that memory almost made me start flailing again.


Terror.