Meh. I’m too easily bugged by little things. But I suppose it is kind of alright to be able to claim that I know how it feels to be the Queen of England.

Phone line is fixed, should hopefully be keeping connections for longer than before. Got a better laptop case. Read: backpack with laptop compartment rather than laptop case. Had a sloppy ass-burrito for lunch which keeps coming back for a second taste (*urp*), so I’m kind of chipper. Also got a whole round of new earrings for a buck a pair. Eat my steel, meatheads:

I can has most of my textbooks for next semester for $350. Erm… that is to say, I spent that amount, and I still have more books I need to track down. Should’ve charged more on my Plus card, but what are you gonna do, eh? I figured that was a good estimate… bleuh. After exhausting my Plus acct, I went to Half Price Books to track down a German-English dictionary (yaaay!) and found one (Yaaaay!) for six bucks (YAAAY!). And also a copy of Thom Yorke’s The Eraser for $7. Which was fair enough. I sure as hell wouldn’t have paid full price for that load of fart noise, but it’s a fair price to pay if I just want to have it in my collection and be a good little Radiohead fan. Hmmyep.

I has also acquired my SHOOS which are dang snappy. I sense problems out of the right heel, but that ain’t nothing a pre-emptive blister bandage won’t fix. Many thanks and kisses and huggles to Kev for getting my feet all set-up for class :3 Me schmuvs! *haerts*

Hmm… wot else… new case for my laptop… Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on DVD for $3… erm… put my parking permit application through… actually yeah, I think that about covers it. So yeaaah, it’s been a pretty good week. Expensive assed week.

I hate those moments where you think you should probably be saying something, but the things worth talking about have so few words, and the rest would amount to nothing more than random fart-noises.  I always have things to say when I don’t have a (public) blog, but having one just serves to gum up the works… like finally getting a dream journal set up, and then you stop dreaming…

I suppose the biggest news since the last news that was really big would be an event already written about in great detail on my Livejournal, and very nicely stated on my brother’s blog, which is the passing of my long-time furry friend, Moses.  He passed Saturday morning at 11:32.  Though I had been prepared for this months ago when his health first started to decline, it’s still hard.  As I was telling Kev that morning, for the longest time, Moses was the only man I could ever really count on to be there and be supportive when I needed him most.  I like to think that maybe he stuck around to make sure I’d be alright without him… that I was finally in good hands.  And I do believe that his following Kev from one room to the other when walking was somewhat of a task was an approval of sorts… Mo could generally care less about people outside of the family, so that’s sort of a big deal.

Then again, I’m very sentimental, so that “I like to think” could be total bollocks.  Still doesn’t stop me from liking the idea.

He will be greatly missed.  Fat boy.  Turkey butt.  Thunder butt.  Momar.  Momo.  Mo-ron.  Moder.  Love you, Mo.

Handfasting fell apart because I should really learn to not trust friends so recklessly… especially when they’ll make it feel like your fault for trying to dance around their schedule for an event that has nothing to do with them at all. In a fit of disappointed rage, my phone got all nice and destroyed upside a wall. So now I’m using an old L7 that only halfway works, desperately trying to find a cheap phone/mp3 player that uses an M2 chip. This isn’t looking promising. I also ran a stoplight and a stop sign, for being so pleasantly distracted. And I felt horrible about this, until I checked my email and found that Kev missed his connection from Charlotte to Tampa for about the same reasons. Now I feel horrible about that instead
Well, not really horrible. I just know how much I always hated being stuck between places under such circumstances, giving you the “why did I even attempt leaving” brand of emo and blah.

All these major snafus aside… well, you can imagine, right? I had a wonderful time doing mostly nothing… just being close, and laughing, and holding, and staring, smiling, loving, driving. We did manage to hold to a few of our plans, one being OMFG DAET NITE AT TEH MOVIEZ, watching the new X-Files movie. It was a good movie, but it was more like “A Plot That Just Happens To Have Mulder and Scully In It”. There was one part that absolutely terrified me, but it had nothing to do with the oogah-boogah plot. Hah.

I just… god. This isn’t fun. I do not like the “being ripped from your side” deal that comes with all this. I want him back… here… now. Or me there. Anywhere. Him need want augh. And if this schedule is reading right… it might be another two months before I get time off. And that, my friends, fucking blows. Can’t say I’m happy about that at all…

But, at least, I should be able to swing the cost without problems. Student loans rawk. And with classes kicking in so soon, I don’t have much time to dwell and be emo. Hopefully staying busy with classes will make the time go by faster than the slow-drag between my last visit and his. Crazy how the shortest wait felt like the longest… urgh.

Anyhow, I am hungry. And tired. And sore. I think I ought to choke some food down and lie down. SIGH.