I guess you can call me Ma'am now...audible sigh...

I'm totally an adult now. I'm on my lunch at work on hold with the bank, and I've put them on speaker phone until they decide to actually pick up. As I typing this now, it sounds kind of crazy, but whatever. Me in an office on hold with the bank on speakerphone totally makes me feel like a grown-up. Maybe cause my mom does stuff like that all the time. Anyways, I guess blogging (at work, ha) makes me feel slightly less grown up. So I take that back. Still, never call me "Ma'am."

So I have high speed internet now. woo hoo. And cable. And a phone, theoretically, though no physical phone, actually. My life is going really well, though. I thought my life was going good before...now I'm really hoping something doesn't strike me down. Like a car...or cancer (knock on various types of fake wood because I can never seem to find anything made of real wood...?). It really would be the perfect time for something bad to happen. Good thing my life isn't really one of those depressing movies I love so well. What? I just think sad things often have the capacity to be deeper in terms of content, theme, etc...ok?

I'll have to check again, but I think the weather's going to be real crappy this (long) weekend. I guess that kind of throws a crimp into my life (right, cancer? I mean, right??). I was originally going to hit up the beach as well as Seis Banderas this weekend, but we'll see how it goes. Actually, I know I'm not going to hit up the beach because J. Ray really only has enough free play time for, like, apple picking, and not New Hampshire (or the beach) like originally planned. But it's ok. We'll get there...eventually...Also, the Woodstock Fair is the weekend. So, there're a lot of potential balls up in the air as far as weekend plans.

OH! At work today, I was asked to make a form letter for jury duty. Like if people have too much hearing loss to do jury duty, they ask us for a letter to give to the jury duty police re: their hearing loss. I was asked to type it up 'cause I'm the best typist (and the smartest, prettiest girl) at work. My point is this: I made the best f-ing form letter imaginable. I put in pull down boxes and free form boxes and locked the form and everything. I should TEACH classes on how to do kick-ass forms. But I'm not going to. Well, I will for a small fee, I guess, should the demand arise. I'm not gonna say never, that's all I'm saying.

So my apt. rocks, but all the useless crap I insist on saving for no reason and now have no where to put unrocks. I guess I'll acquiesce to my mother's insatiable desire to drag me to Bob's Pit. I'll see what kind of desks/bookcases are available. It can't hurt, right? And if it's going to rain this weekend anyways, I might as well.

Also, I may house/dog sit for my dad. I wish Columbia wasn't so far from civilization. I guess that's it appeal, though (to others, not me).

I would post some pictures up here, afterall I have a ton, but they're all located on Emily's camera. Pictures from Plimoth Plantation and all kinds of stuff. She's being a real tool about getting them to me though. About as much of a tool as she's being about getting me that 2nd Nintendo controller, which is about as much of a tool as my mom was for losing the original 2nd Nintendo controller in the first place. Argh...