nick is grumpy. i think this is because he hasn't eaten. and he slept too long. people that sleep too much tend to be grumpy. i was in a funk earlier but he was asleep so it couldn't have rubbed off on him. i got a cup of coffee and talked on the phone to my sweetest katie sister and then i felt great. but now i have to deal with him. woe is me. woe for the rampant funk.
i get to go home tomorrow. this is about the only thing i have thought of for at least 2 weeks now. but, somehow, in those two weeks i have not even started to pack. and here i am, down to the wire again. i get off of work at 10:00 or so and then i have to throw some rags in a suitcase and leave very early morn. woe is me again. except this time it is all my fault. oh where is the scapegoat when you need him? i wish i had my own personal scapegoat that i could carry round in my pocket and blame whenever the whim took me. i think you can buy them but they're rather expensive. i'm pretty sure tom cruise has one.
all i do lately is obsess over my future--it's getting old. why is it so hard to discover what you really truly want? i always heard about how it was hard to get what you wanted---but i didn't realise finding out what you want in the first place could be so difficult. if only everything went my way----that would be great. i think tom cruise has a little make-everything-go-my-way-thing too. curse him.
but wait! i forgot. i'm going home! that means everything IS gonna go my way. i'm gonna sleep, and watch movies, and not work, and not help my mom or dad at all, and burp at the table, and say exactly what i want when i want, and get my butler to bring me crumpets and tea, and not bathe, and make my maid go rob a bank for me and give me all the cash, and so on and so on. what would you do if you had a whole 24 hours to do whatever you wished?
nick just bought me some lasagne. i feel kinda bad about the earlier grumpy statement. and i feel sorta bad about writing such a dumb blog entry. if you're reading this right now; stop. go no further. this is the end.

so i have only worked at anthropology about a week and my wardrobe already shows it. yay! for discounts. at the same time boo! for discounts. i'm supposed to save....not spend. and if there is anything i have learned in life thus far, its that you can't do both simultanously. i don't know how to spell. i get it from my father.
i just now learned that a grouping of larks is called "an exhaltation of larks" and there is a "wedge of swans" and a "seige of herons." that is phenomonally interesting. i once saw this astounding book in a bookstore that was bascially just a list of names for groups of things. a pride of lions, a parliment of rooks and so on. i, for some reason, did not purchase it. i have probably talked about this book for over five years now---bemoaned the fact that i don't own it and having no way to look for it since i didn't know the title or the author. but i just found it on the inter-web. it is called "an exhaltation of larks" and it is by james lipton. i will purchase it very soon. i will keep you intrigued with names of groups of things. i wonder if there is a name for a group of fools. or a group of ketchup bottles. endless possiblities! boundless knowledge!
i would like to share with you all one very important piece of news. i am now the proud proud and pretty owner of a pink leotard, pink tights, and a pink tutu. this is all due to the sense of humour of one melissa mora. i laughed all day after receiving a package full o' pink in the mail. very very witty aunty m.
i work very long days (16 hrs) and am tired when i get home. but i make money. when i find out how to make money without working for it i will be the master of the universe i think. but i haven't time to put thought into becoming master...for i must work. they say money doesn't grow on trees but i don't know....i may stick a quarter in the soil just in case. and water it with my tears. that was dramatic.
i am counting down the days until turkey. and sweet potato...and pumpkin pie....and stuffing....mmmmm

the days after cool days are always so uncool in comparison. take today for instance; the day after halloween. what a drag to be today. and the day after christmas. and the day after the day after thanksgiving. and the day after my birthday. oh well. today is the day after halloween and it has lived up to its name. another day of work. i went to a pilates class at the gym which was one of the dumbest things i given my time to in a while. it was basically a few stretches and breaths with the instructor saying "nice n' easy now, that's it.." if i wanted it "nice n' easy" i would have stayed home...
but i guess i got to breathe and stretch some. that's nice. i topped it all off with some almond fudge ice cream when i got home. i think doctors recommend it as the perfect end to a good workout---you know--all that...um...protein.
i got another job today. i figured i could use some extra money around the holidays so i could buy myself some christmas presents. and i'm trying to find a couple of part-time jobs so i can quit countrywide before i go absolutely postal and throw computer screens over cubicles. so i am now officially employed at anthropologie as well. which is a very fashionable clothing store where everything costs at least millions of dollars. i don't even think i have clothes cool enough to wear to work. they must be desperate. but i get a 40% discount there and at urban outfitters which basically means i will not be saving any money whatsoever. but even cooler--i get to put my whole immediate family (sorry ryan) on the discount as well. so katelyn and alex and mom and even you dad (i think you would look especially stunning in a glittering circle skirt) have a discount too. they have home furnishings mom. maybe something for katelyn's (previous) room? i can just hear the excitement from the sisters. do they even have urban outfitters in very un-urban olympia katie-bug? i pretty sure they don't have any in mexico--even though their labour probably comes from there. oh--nothing like parting with your values for a buck. first--pushing numbers around on a computer. now--pushing numbers around on a computer AND selling expensive clothes made in china for $1/day. blah blah. when i don't think about it that way though--and merely think about it as a stepping stone to get to the next place--i don't mind the dumb jobs so much. i have to save money to eventually make money. and buy a farm. and go to school. and have a yacht.
i'm looking into getting my teaching certification. i think it could be excellent. me and a blackboard and tons of pliable minds. muuuuhhhaaaaaaaa.
more on that as i discover. my tea has steeped for well over the recommended time now and will probably be harsh and bitter. but that, my dear friends and family, is the willing price i pay to be able to communicate with you. i am a martyr. never never forget that.