Movin' On Up!

In the new apartment now, and it's going OK. The very worst part about it so far has been missing my little Rootinski, but apparently my grandma has taught her another dance, so I guess they're doing OK. Yes, you read that correctly. Grandma has it in her head that Rootie dances w/her. I've seen this "dance" that she speaks of, which is not dancing as much as Rootie trying to dodge my grandmother's stomping feet while my grandma hums off-key, but whatever keeps her busy, y'know?

Work has been a madhouse as today is the first day of classes, so I've been going w/out lunch and getting home around 9:30 or so. Sunday I baked some tilapia, Monday I ate those leftovers, and last night I walked into my apartment and it REEKED of fish. Great- it took 3 whole days but my new neighbors now know that I'm the old lady who smells like fish. I'm just not used to having to take out the trash and wash dishes every day! I used to put all that cleaning stuff off until the weekends, but that place is so tiny that I'm going to have to clean as I go, and though I'm not dirty, I would not call myself a neat freak. I mean, I like it when my house is clean, but when I'm "doing stuff" I just don't focus on putting things right back where I got them from. Maybe that's a good thing, and a byproduct of this coming year will be that I learn to be more tidy. Or maybe I'll just get used to the nickname "wrinkled tuna".

List 'o things I forgot to bring:
1. power cord for my computer
2. ethernet cord for my computer
3. lamps
4. bowls of any kind
5. dishwashing liquid and sponge
6. poodle...sigh.....

The reason I'm not w/My Little is because I spent my pet deposit on the septic tank situation, so I have to wait until I can swing it next month. In the meantime, it's REALLY tough to get to sleep w/out her, which is further exacerbated by the fact that the fully furnished apartment is crammed with ultra stylized furniture that was purchased for solely for their aesthetic qualities. In my tiny little room I have 3 (THREE) chairs, and 2 (TWO) more outside on the balcony. What moron is going to pack 5 people into a space that size?! Oh wait, those asshats across the way who were playing some kind of guessing/shouty boardgame until 2am on their freakin' balcony last night. But I digress…The mattress is a piece of crap. The "gumbies" in my dorm room at A&M were nicer! (So named as they were huge bright green rectangles.) I think it's a full-sized bed, but Tuesday morning I woke up and my right thigh (nalga) was completely sore from the springs, I'm guessing. I'm not really picky about where I sleep as long as the temperature is agreeable. I've slept in the mountains, passed out on chairs, packed in with friends on floors, but I've never ever woken up as sore as I did on Tuesday. Well…on the outside heh heh heh.

THAT'S ANOTHER THING! So far, I know that the person across the hall, to my left, and diagonally to the left are all guys; that's 3 of my 5 neighbors! There is definitely something to human pheromones, I SWEAR! Another reason I can't sleep is because being horny is actually keeping me awake! Normal methods of dealing w/that issue are just not cutting it! Having been relatively celibate (fooled around, but no intercourse) for quite some time now, I think I've handled it fairly well. I haven't gone buck wild and fucked some stranger or woken up humping my pillow or anything, and besides those lonely times of the month (due to a rise in testosterone levels before a woman's period), I normally don't suffer too terribly much. For the past three nights, even though I'm getting home really late and am very tired, I am tossing & turning and having freaky-deaky dreams and fantasies. I just want it to stop!! Stupid evolutionary responses!

Speaking of fellas, I have cut out most all refined sugars from my diet for the past 9 weeks or so. I haven't exercised much, but I definitely have more energy and feel better in general. This afternoon I tried to go to lunch w/a coworker (I have a gift certificate for a steakhouse), but the place was closed. She INSISTED that we go to Johnny Carinos and that it was her treat. I would have gotten a salad, but since she ordered a dish for $6.90, I didn't want to get a $10.00 salad. (I hate that it always costs more to eat healthy in America.) So I got a pasta dish, NO SALAD (b/c it was extra and she didn't get one), and water. My body is FREAKING OUT w/all the carbs! And I'm feeling bad about my mental congratulations for eating well and looking towards adding exercise when I've just taken a huge step backwards. Oh well. "Fuck it Dude, let's go bowling."

On tap this weekend is the LBJ Welcome Picnic for all employees here at Texas State. Free food and booze? I'm IN! I've got to get through 10 more days of being broke (talkin' fishing for quarters in my car, ya'll!) before I get paid again. Any way I can get tanked for free and I am DOWN! There's always the fear that I'll make a complete ass of myself, which is why I normally don't drink at functions such as these, but since my affinity for my job has waned, I'm thinking this just may be my last chance to moon some Texas State bigwig. Yee HAW!!! And much love and thanks to all who've been checking in on me lately. When you think of me, just picture Mary Tyler Moore spinning around and throwing up her hat. :-)