I have NO MOTIVATION TODAY. Really need to get up and start packing. Will be moving starting sometime next week. No, not to another city unfortunately. If I had a gazillion dollars I would move to Seattle or somewhere over there. Today is a lot like last Wednesday; I returned from my sister's fabulous wedding the previous night, proceeded to do absolutely nothing but lay around in bed, attempt to finish a crossword puzzle, and read the internets. Just can't believe how lazy my lazy bones are today. Jeebus! That one exclamation mark took all of my energy, actually.
Well, that and the sandwich I got from Fozzie's for lunch.

SO YEAH. Should probably get up off my butt and start putting stuff in boxes. That actually sounds kind of enticing. I don't mind moving all that much. The only thing I don't like much is trying to get stuff out of my car. Putting boxes in my car is easy and carrying them around is not so bad but trying to get things out of my car is so awkward.

Perpetually excited about living in a new place that is gggigantic and I can have a room ALL TO MYSELF and whatever it is that I do at home anymore. I don't even remember if I have any hobbies anymore. I did at some point but I don't know what there is to do besides look at the same 12 websites everyday. Oh, pathetic.

Have applied for about 4 jobs in the past few weeks. Have heard nothing back, of course. Start classes in a week or so? Wow. Should probably buy my books! Ha!



Totally just copied something and then forgot that I had something really important already copied that I needed to paste elsewhere. Whoops. That's just what happens when you've got so many important things surrounding you that need copying, I suppose.

In the meantime . . .

Few days until I leave for Seattle for big, important times. By the time I'm back in St. Louis I'll have a brother-in-law.  Not excited about surrendering my autonomy to a stranger, i.e. sitting on an airplane hoping to god that I don't die like that, because, really, that would suck more than anything yet. Maybe I should just take the rich old lady approach to it; don some oversize sunglasses and wrap my head in a silken floral-patterned scarf, take a Valium and drink a gin and tonic on the flight. Oh, if only I had the wontons, but my liver and kidneys get kinda pissed when I try to pull one over on 'em like that.

In a few weeks I go back to school to retake classes that I paid for at one point in time and then consequently never attended. It's nice to leave the house again, and be less of a fuck up. It's really nice, actually. Speaking of nice, the weather has been tolerable lately. Maybe I should go outside and shit.