My new favorite thing?

Sushi.


Yum.


Erin, wanna go eat Sushi this weekend?

Prepare for the middle class complaining that follows

While I am not currently physically tired, I am tired of a lot of things.

• I'm tired of having crappy hair.
• I'm tired of always thinking about the future and saving and planning for things that will eventually, maybe happen.
• I'm tired of looking the same way, dressing the same way, being the same way.
• I'm damn tired of the city I live in.
• I love my family but I am tired of getting a guilt trip every Sunday that I don't go to church. I don't like church. It is boring, and I always feel like I am being judged. Me and God are much closer when I sit outside at John Knox watching the stars than when I'm in a poorly air conditioned room being told I don't give enough money to the church. Oh, and that I need to work on my marriage.
  
• I'm tired of not having enough to do at work. And I'm tired of feeling guilty about that.
• I'm tired of running out of money at the end of every month and having to float checks until the 1st.
• I'm tired of not being social. I want to meet new people, have fun, and be a little crazy.

I feel like I've been doing the same thing since high school - study, be responsible, do the right thing, think about the future, wait until the right time.

I'll tell you this - if I'm not purchasing airplane tickets to get my ass out of the state and then country this time next year I'm going to move to Russia. That'll shake things up. I'm holding on, I've only got one more year and then what I REALLY want to do will count.

I'm a worrier.

I worry about everything and anything under the sun, although I try not to worry about trivial things five years in the future like my dad. (He worries about how my tires will perform in the snow when I live in Illinois. It is July. In Texas. I don't even know if I'm moving to Illinois, I don't know if I will have the same car, and if all the stars manage to align so that I do live in Illinois during the winter, I THINK I WILL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT.)

Sooo, where was I? Oh right, me worrying. So today I was cleaning my apartment (hooray for not having to work ONE day during the week) and I noticed that it has taken me about 6 hours and I'm not done yet. I started to worry about what I will do when I have a house - will I be able to stand it not being clean? Will I have to start cleaning everyday even though I HATE doing something everyday? (Seriously, brushing my teeth and getting dressed everyday is a pain in the ass. Can we work out some kind of alternating day program that doesn't get me arrested or make my teeth fall out?) How will I ever be able to survive if it takes me six hours to clean two little rooms?

And then I realize...I don't have a house yet. I'm not planning to have a house for a loooooong time. I don't even WANT a house.

And that's when I know, I am turning into my father.







So do you HAVE to have chains to drive in the snow? Can't I just, I don't know, drive really slowly?

Question: Is there some law out there stating that I will only spill my coffee on the days that I really really need it? Or on days that I particularly want to look nice? Or when I'm already cranky?

Grrrr.

What else?

Reading this blog makes me want to quit my job immediately and travel the world. I don't want to wait until next year, I want to go DO SOMETHING now. Right now.

Also, college freshman are extremely dumb. I thought you had to learn how to read before getting into a university, but apparently I was wrong.

My sleeve is now coffee-colored and clammy. Swell.

I'm worried about my cat. Again.

Boy howdy, I bet that I have brightened your day. I've decided that I need to sit down and write about some goals for myself, starting this weekend. I will be writing more.

Am I the only person that is sad because little Topanga from "Boy Meets World" is now all grown up and pushing diet pills??

More tomorrow - I'm going to make an effort to get back to writing more.

Know what rocks?

I forgot how much I like this cd:

Also, this is officially being delivered to my house tomorrow:



Notice that I said my house? Because I'm HOME BITCHES. No more housesitting for me!

Grrrr.....

two of the three cats are still outside and both refuse to let me close to them. This is my second to the last night, damn it cats!

P.S. I get to go home on Wednesday. Thank God.

How sad am I?

• My last two emails have both been from Netflix.
• I'm using the rest of my student loan money from the fall to fix my car instead of paying off my credit card. Being a grown-up sucks.
• I spent the 4th of July sitting around an empty house with 5 1/2 cats. And then I ate dinner with my parents, my sister, and my sister's boyfriend. Wow, I have no social life.
• House-sitting stressed me out. I also have discovered that I get very lonely in an empty house. At my little apartment I am fine, but one person in a three bedroom house is very depressing.
• I have gotten approximately 60,000 mosquito bites in the last week, despite my EXTREMELY liberal application of sunscreen. [Edited to say: Um, I meant repellent. Obviously sunscreen would do very little to deter mosquitoes.]
  
• I haven't read a book since I got back from Virginia.

It's official. I hate house-sitting. I wish I could quit, because really, I don't need any more stress in my life.


Argh. Stupid cats that don't come when they are called.

Enohpi!

Oh good God, I can't believe that the internet hasn't exploded with all of the geeks talking about their latest gadget. I refuse to mention the specific item because I think I will scream if I hear (well, read) the word one more time, but jeez louise people.






(I'm not jealous. At all. Really. Okay, whatever. I want one.)