aoife

I have so many creative, exciting things I want to do with my evenings, but I'm too damn tired by the time I get home from work, so instead, I am watching Pirates of the Caribbean and debating commandeering a posh boat from Windmill Harbor or Shelter Cove and heading off to be a pirate. Wouldn't that make a great book? "Disgruntled with big business, politicians in general and Bush in particular, and the inability to make ends meet with an English degree, aoife takes over a ship and pillages tourist settlements up and down the East Coast, living off lobster, fish, and seaweed."

Yeah, I could so do it. I just need a parrot. (Monkeys scare me.)

I've got a screenprinting kit that I haven't used since I got it for Christmas, a skateboard deck with no wheels or trucks, a bike that occasionally gets ridden, tanned arms but pale legs from wearing cargo pants at the bike shop, and I haven't written a word in months aside from this SG journal. I have, however, read all of the Harry Potter books twice over, nearly finished with The People's History of the United States (much to my republican parents' chagrin), written five CD reviews, seen Harry Potter, Saved!, and Harry Potter again, been to Tampa (for game 5 of the finals), and Columbia, SC twice, and lost about 2 inches off my waist (don't know about weight, I don't step on the scale).

I need to stop spending money on stupid little things that add up. I want to pay my phone bill, pay my mother back what I owe her, get my hair done, and go to Atlanta on this paycheck.

Good luck to me.

Oh, and my friend decided to return my phone call. I once again was overreacting. Now I have to wonder, though, why Josh asked both Ryan and I if we're hooking up. That seems like such a silly question to me, but maybe it isn't.