moya

It's so hot and so humid in here. I have a fan blowing on me, and am wearing..three articles of clothing. I think the number is three. But, it's very uncomfortable, and I'm getting one of my headaches again. We had rain earlier and I ended up coming home from work at 10 and not having to go back, even for the meeting. My last day at work is next wednesday. And I work everyday until then, except saturday.

Awesome, eh? I have saturday off. My parents are leaving town tomorrow, and there's a big chance they will not return tomorrow night.. So, hopefully I can manage to not be a stupid ass and have some fun.. I just need to find..people..or a person. Something. And a quick way to get ride of all the evidence.
Earlier this week, Rhonda invited me over friday night for some 'drinking and debauchery'. Up until my parents broke the news to me last night that they'd be away, I was fussing for an excuse to tell them (I thought I'd not have to worry about this again! ) that would seem valid enough. Since she's got her husband and three kids there as well, I'm wondering how we're even going to pull anything off (no pun intended), much less, where she'd manage to put me for..ugh. Let's..uh..skip that other part.. I don't even want to know what scum-bag she'd think is decent to even be in my presence.

But, it's also Rhonda, and there's the 85% chance she'll forget and not pull through. I know she'd get me whatever I wanted to satiate my thirst, though.. It's a matter of disposal in the morning. And, I'm a social drinker. So I might have to give the neighbor girl a call. Who came home pissass drunk this morning, and then had to drive 45 minutes to go meet her roommate.. Hah.

I called my own tonight. I was put into a single-turned-double room, and got the letter last week.. Neither of us has called the other, so I chalked up the courage, and called her long fucking distance today. To not get an answer. But, the answering machine told me their last name, so there's no doubt I got the right house. I left a message with my name, purpose for my call, that I'd be home this evening, and for her to call me back.. She did not call back. Doesn't make me feel too good.. The message on their answering machine, spoken byt the father, makes me picture the father wearing checkered sweaters and that he goes golfing saturday mornings and invites the neighborhood to the barbeques and to take a dip in the pool.. Let's hope I'm wrong.

What else.. Well, I move into my dorm on the 31st.. I wanted it to be earlier, on the 28th preferably, but since they sent me my information so damn late, the earliest time slots still open were the latest ones. Fucking goddamn bastards. I think I deserve the same chance as everyone else, not, because of the schools stupidity, be forced to take the leftovers. Fuckers. They really piss me off, and I'm not even there yet.

Someone sue the place for me.

I'm looking into World of Warcraft.. I checked out those games you all recommended, and World of Warcraft looks pretty damn awesome.. It brings back good memories. Unfortuantely, our computer lack like..three of the requirements. And I don't even know what half them mean, so I have some work to do. Plus, should I get it, I might put it on the other computer when it's set up at school in two weeks, or even wait until I get my own laptop in eight years. I miss going to bed at 4, waking up at 8, sitting on the computer in a game all day, and repeat.. It's been awhile. I want that addiction back.

It's 11:24..it's past my bed time.. It's going to be 94 tomorrow, pure hell. And most likely humid as a fuck.

My cousin Laura just told me a funny story..It sounds like something I'd do. I think it runs in the family, and we both got the gene. Apparently she went into the bathroom, peed, came out, and told her boyfriend, 'That's the strangest toilet I've ever seen..' And he replied that it was a urinal.. *laughs*
My family rocks. We do the stupidest things.. I'm not even going to give one of my stories..

Which, also, next thursday is my next laser hair removal appointment, and since I have to work no more, I get to not rush when I do the shaving job and not do it terrible like last time.. And, no, no pictures.. *sigh* I can't wait til it's over with. But thursday night, my armpits and crotch are going to be hurting a tad..

Okay.. it's 32 minutes past my bedtime.. So, I'm going to try and wean myself off the machine now..