Nothing good to say

I've wanted to write, really I have, but there hasn't been much time. I've been working a lot, and when I'm not working of course I'm watching my Netflix goods or doing other things. Here are a few stories of note from the last ten days:

1. Yesterday was the official first day of operation at the pool where I'm assistant manager. Usually it's cold and rainy on this opening day, but Saturday was hot and sunny, so we were busy doing first-day things AND guarding. I was exhausted by 8pm and we still hadn't cleaned the bathrooms. On a good note, I did not get sunburnt too badly, which is something that usually happens on my first day.

2. On Thursday, the first grade class came for a day of swimming. I had more saves on this day than all my other years of guarding combined. It was good to know I can still save people, but really it was more of a "Dear God what have I gotten myself into for the summer" situation.

3. No, seriously, there are moments when I'm glad I am home for the next three months instead of just living on my own. I drove through town last night and it struck me that I live in a very pretty place, and I decided that I really am slowly feeling better and better about being here.

4. You know that little compartment between the two front seats in a car? The other day I inadvertently filled mine with lemonade by setting a styrofoam cup in it. The cup, which looked perfectly fine, was actually sitting on top of a pen that poked a hole in the bottom. This is not awesome, as now everything that was in the compartment is sticky and/or ruined.

5. My most recent obsession on the television: Arrested Development. I've been spending quality bonding time with my brother watching it, and it is very, very funny.

6. After five or six years of avoiding it, I will be having my wisdom teeth pulled this summer. It's going to be great, I'm sure. I had to make a bunch of appointments to get the whole thing taken care of: a consultation, a trip to have x-rays taken, the actual removal itself, and then an orthodontist appointment. The last one is the one I'm looking forward to the least. Everyone who works in that office is just plain mean. Why? I don't get it.

My Latest Drug of Choice

When I came home for Easter weekend, I made the decision to really own my bedroom. I've only really used this one a handful of times, and it had been sort of a catch-all for things we'd outgrown. I went on a crazy cleaning rampage that weekend that resulted in two bags of trash and twice as many bags of stuff for Goodwill.

Because of this, I have a lot more room to work with. I actually use my desk (which is more than I can say for the one in my apartment at school) and I brought in a t.v. and dvd player. I have made a realization in the past few days: These two pieces of equipment will contribute to my descent into hermit-ism.

I recently signed up for Netflix and now have about 70 movies lined up to rent. I didn't intend for it to reach quite that many, but the thing about Netflix is, it's just like Facebook. Or my Amazon wishlist. There's just always something new to look at.

And that is why I can't get anything productive done when I open my computer: I am addicted to netflix.com. It's not just clicking a few movies to have them sent. OH NO. You can rate every movie you've seen and they'll give you recommendations! Isn't that fabulous? I spend more time than I'm willing to admit just browsing movie titles. Plus, with my obsession with HBO shows came the desire to watch more television series, so about 15 dvds on my list are from tv: Dead Like Me, Nip/Tuck, Arrested Development...It's sick, but I can't help it. What else would be good to watch? I ask myself as I click through page after page of dvd title.

So if you can't find me this summer, it's probably because I'm glued to this computer screen reading movie plot synopses or tucked away in my room watching the first season of The Office. Or, quite possibly, I'll be doing both.

Settling In

It's been such a long time I'm not sure where to begin. There was the frenzy of packing, cleaning, and last-minute things to do in Oxford; then there were my first few days of work; then a trip to Cedar Point; a cold; and finally another trip back to Oxford and home again.

So, needless to say, I am a little out of routine which never goes over well for me (which is why I think I maybe caught this cold). I've spent a lot of time trying to get this bedroom of mine (which was not mine until the end of my freshman year of college when my sister took over my original) to resemble something of a liveable space. Now that I think about it, it sort of has a dorm-room feel to it, but I suppose that's what I find cozy and comforting right now.

Anyway, here's to finally being home for summer...

I need to lay off the caffeine and get more sleep, this is crazy talk

This morning I think I washed my hair with soap instead of shampoo. I can't really remember what happened, but now my hair feels weird. It's been bothering me all day.

I am not a wordy person (which is probably hard to believe if you read this website, I know). When it comes to writing papers, I am pretty good at being succinct. So, I am kind of annoyed that because my paper was 60 words under the 1,000 word length critera I got a B instead of an A. I had met all the CONTENT critera, which I think is more important than the number of words I used to create that content. Now, I am writing another paper for this class (Religion. Don't even get me started.) and I am being redundant and wordy and while it is QUITE PAINFUL for me as a writer, I hope it is more painful for my bitchy TA to sit and read. Oh yes, I'll get to the point, but I'll get to is 60 damn words later than I could have. Vindictive? No, not me.

Here is me not being wordy but getting the point across:
Italian! It's over!

But here is me elaborating on that point:
I even went so far as to be PLEASANT yesterday when I got home from my 7:30am final. I can barely speak English that early, so I find it pretty cruel that all language finals this semester were given in the earliest time slot.

So I'm off to write this last Religion paper, wash my hair, and pack up my apartment. Maybe if you're lucky (or unlucky?) I'll write one of those year-in-review posts everyone loves so much.

Wondering

why it is that I can write good sentences, sentences I like, only about 5% of the time I'm writing?

Anyway go look at the bitchin'* website I finished five minutes ago have been working on all semester.


*yes it is actually "bitchin'"** especially if you like rocks.


**yes I am sleep-deprived, worn-out, and trying to make up for it with a grande Starbucks.

If I check my email, I'll want to read the news. If I read the news...

My day so far has sort of resembled one of those "Give a Mouse a Cookie" books. I woke up, and I really, really, really wanted to start working on a report, but one thing led to another and suddenly I was at the Time Warner office getting the cable bill transferred out of my name.

In the middle of the day I went out for Chinese with my friends, and my fortune was, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." So that's like, the most AWESOME fortune you can get during finals week.

Now that I think about it, I'm ready to go study some more. If you give a girl a bad omen, she will try to counteract it!

UPDATE: I pulled out my Italian 102 notes to study with, and on top of one of the pages I had written, "Mio dito! :( Ha il dolore." which translates as "My finger! It hurts." which reminded me (because it's one of those cause-and-effect-chain-of-events days, you know!) that last year I was getting ready for finals with a broken finger! It looked like this: