Kane is out at rehearsal tonight for Trainspotting, and I'm home all by meself. I know I should be packing for the big move which happens next week, but all I can do is watch Northern Exposure, and I can't stop. Last night I made a mad dash to Target to buy Season 4, which came out yesterday. I got home and put it in the DVD player immediately, and since then I have watched 5 episodes. I plan to watch at least 2 more tonight. I can't help it, I am addicted to that show. I wish there really was a Cicely, Alaska, because I would be moving there instead of a condo down the street. Sigh.
As I am typing this, all I can hear is the wind gently blowing throw my bedroom window, and three cats, yowling and growling at each other. There's a black cat at my bedroom window outside, and my two guys can't get enough of him. They're freaking out, but not in an angry way. I think they're making friends or something, because it sounds like they're trying to form words. Riley and Fizzie will talk to the cat outside (let's call him Flufferstuffs) and then Flufferstuffs will answer, and my little fellas will look at each other and then answer again. Observe.


Okay, now they're getting too loud, I better go shut the window before the neighbors get all bent. G'night Flufferstuffs!

Well, we found a condo that is both awesome and affordble, so Kane and I move in on the 6th. I feel like a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders, that I will not have to live in some crappy ghetto apartment. Yay!
I've started going through everything, and getting rid of some of the stuff I have had lying around forever and will never need. It's a slow moving process since I am a huge packrat and feel the need to keep every single scrap of paper or article of clothing that comes into my possession. However, the temptation to replace all of it has already set in. Here's some items that I feel the need to clutter my life with:



Actually, I just ordered that last one. I couldn't help myself.

Well, today I start my search for a new place to live. We have to be quick though, since we have to give our move-out notice, oh, TODAY. Yesterday I found out that my apartment complex raised our rent by about $150 a month, so since it would now cost us over $1000 to live in the same small apartment, we have to get out now (or in 30 days from now to be exact) or be locked into a lease that we can't afford. Ugh. I hate apartments anyway.
But it will be okay. Kane's sister is a real estate agent, and she's on the job looking for condos and houses for rent, and Brianna is coming over today to help with the search. It will be fun, as long as we don't look in Scottsdale. I don't think I can afford Scottsdale anymore, the rents here have all gotten really high.
Well, on the plus side, I do hate my downstairs neighbor here, so that would be a plus with leaving, and I am getting a pretty nice raise (which I think should start with tomorrow's paycheck, I hope!) so that will help with all the moving fees and junk. Thank god. But either way, I dread moving. So not fun. But I can be secure in the fact that someday I will have a home of my own, and I won't have to worry about this type of shit anymore.

Sometimes I do things that I really don't think through. Thankfully it usually works out ok, and yesterday was no exception. Since Kane got his hair cut last week I've been jonesing to snip off my own split ends and have a mini makeover. My hair is just, ugh. It'd be cool if it was either all curls, or all straight, but it's a lot of both. It just hangs, and I have to really fight with it to make it presentable enough to wear down. Usually I give up the fight and put it in a clip or that half-assed ponytail-only-pulled-halfway-through-the-holder thing that resembles a wierd bun.
Anyway, yesterday morning I was tired of fighting. I got up and looked in the mirror and actually said out loud, "ewww.". So I got in the car and drove to the nearest Great Clips, where before I could even second guess myself, I was being led to the chair of a man named Boris who barely spoke english and immediately began to comb my hair into sections and clip them up. He grabbed the scissors and started to begin, and I hadn't even told him what I wanted yet! Stop Boris, you're ruining me! Nooooooo!
I guess he saw the look of horror on my face or the beads of sweat on my forehead, because he slowed his approach and practically whiospered in broken english, "Whaddayou wann?". I told him to cut it to my shoulders, long enough so I could still put it up if I wanted to. In Boris's language, that means "to my chin". He just started cutting away, and with my back to the mirror, the only guage of how he was doing was watching these really long curls float to the floor before my eyes. About 4-5 inches long. I was starting to feel like Jo in Little Women. Except I wasn't selling my hair to save my family. Lisa and mom are doing just fine without my follicles' help, thank you very much.
Finally, Boris spun the chair around and I looked at myself, and I felt better. It wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. Yeah, it was too short, but I could definitely get used to it. This got me thinking, even if the cut sucked so bad and I was really upset, why would it be such a huge deal? People always seem so afraid to look bad, and having fucked up hair is enough to make a few girls I know cry like a kid at summer camp. Hair grows back. Why are people so afraid to change it? Oh yeah, Keri Russell lost her career over her haircut. Oh well, she just wasn't any good to begin with so who cares.

Lani hath taggedeth me. I must answereth her survey.
Four jobs I have had in my life:

1. Party hostess/Chuck E. Cheese himself. Oh how I wished I could have been working in the game room, passing out tokens and sweepin' up a bit. Not pulling half-eaten pizza out of my hair and sweating/freezing in the ice-pack vest inside the Chuck E. Suit.
2. Cashier at a dry cleaner. That job ruled.
3. Jewelry designer/graphic designer/web site master/photographer/office manager/production manager/butt monkey at a fine jewelry company
4. Bead store girl/bookkeeper at Scottsdale Bead, the best job ever!!

Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. Better Off Dead
2. Shawn Of The Dead
3. Billy Madison
4. Team America

Four places I have lived:
1. Belford, NJ
2. Middletown, NJ
3. Phoenix, AZ
4. Scottsdale, AZ

Four TV shows I love to watch:
I don't watch a lot of current shows, so this list must include some cancelled ones.
1. Arrested Development.
2. The Soup on E
3. Northern Exposure
4. Buffy

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Disneyworld in Florida.
2. Lake George, NY
3. San Diego. Which is Spanish for a Whale's Vagina.
4. Delaware Water Gap, somewhere near or in Delaware. I dunno, it's kind of a blur.

Four websites I visit daily:
1. E!online
2. Go Fug Yourself
3. IMDB
4. blogs

Four of my favorite foods:
1. salad
2. pasta. Any kind as long as it has good sauce.
3. cheese popcorn, the orange kind.
4. pizza

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In bed
2. Red Bank, NJ
3. Cicely, Alaska
4. In a room full of tiny baby kittens who are all climbing all over me and each other and making little tiny, barely audible meows. Awwwwwww.

Enjoy Aids!
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