I'mmmmm movin out...
No one says it better than Billy Joel. May 31st. Saturday. Wish me luck (and wish me hand-me-down stuff)
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Random (sometimes) entertaining prattle from the mind of a rather ordinary girl with extraordinary powers.
No one says it better than Billy Joel. May 31st. Saturday. Wish me luck (and wish me hand-me-down stuff)
Almost died on 795 today. Why? A moth the size of a baseball glove furously attacked me in my car. I swerved off the road TWICE. What the fuck? Maybe I'm not ready to move out after all, a moth (mammoth moth, but still just a moth) makes me put myself in danger. So I spent the whole drive practicing my moth hand, you know, a fist that contains the moth but doesn't squish/kill it. Not that I would be too terrible sad if it died- it did try to kill me, remember, but I didn't want dead moth all over me. Super gross. Horrible drive home. My car is now out front, all windows down, waiting for someone (Scott) to wander by so I can have him check it for me. But wait, there's more! Got to my room and there was one of those scary monster bugs on my screen. :( I killed it, but not without squealing. It must be a day for bugs. I'll have to be careful today, I might lose my shit again.
I am tired and grumpy and anxious today. I feel really sad. I just stupidly ended a conversation with someone I love, and now all I want to do is call back. So super lame. I just want today to end. I'm not even excited about TAL tonight anymore.