just remember that you're married to the sea

i'm three weeks behind again, but i swear i'm working on posting in real time. *crosses heart, etc.*

a. ( we couldn't be silent! TMBG live on monday, the first of may )

b. ( following the concert on monday, i was out every night that week! thank god! )

c. ( why i didn't like monday )

d. ( speaking of target, possibly i will have to stop shopping there, oh god )

e. ( and speaking of how much we hate sex in this country )

f. ( i've actually been disagreeing with our local paper right and left these days )

g. ( drama queenery ahoy! i wear the crown! )

h. my big news, my only news, the development that renders most of the above either moot or temporarily resolved, is that i'm moving to atlanta at the end of the week. *THROWS A PARTY*

my sister c. called thursday night—the night after the meltdown (see above)—and left voicemail telling me she had a PROPOSITION. i didn't have a chance to call her back until the next night, at which time she said that my dad had mentioned that i was filing for cousin m. for free, and would i like to come to atlanta and get paid for it? and i said YES, GOD YES, TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS PLACE i'd think about it and call her back. that took about twenty-four hours, after i broke the news to my parents, and it's a done deal, here i go. my brother m. just got an apartment and is moving out of my brother a.'s house just in time for me to slip in and take over. we're calling it the [family] halfway-house, a home for wayward [family members]. i will live there and work in the office setting up and maintaining their files and incorporating them into m.'s new database, and it will provide me with a change of scenery, a change of society, gainful employment (i.e. both income and something to do with myself all day—a job that's certainly no worse than what i was doing FOR FREE), health insurance, high-speed internet access, the entire run of farscape THE ENTIRE RUN OF FARSCAPE, and a network of people who will kick my ass about grad school. NEPOTISM, YAY. good rewards for bad behavior = the story of my life.

we leave friday. my dad is driving up with me, and is going to stick around until my niece graduates from high school on wednesday. my last day at henderson was on friday, and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth—seriously, i was there for seven weeks and i netted balloons and a $70 gift certificate to old navy—they know me so well! i need to buy more clothes and dig up some boxes and clean up my room and PACK.

okay, we now return you to your regularly-scheduled minutiae.

i. ( nihilism: an interlude )

j. ( orientation fails and jules comes to town )

( we watch some more battlestar gallactica: season one spoilers )

k. ( i have approximately forty million hours of television to catch up on )

l. ( someone wearing an XXL shirt in the gym the other day, and speaking of the gym )

m. ( unimpressed west wing reactions from, like, four episodes ago )

n. ( in re: atlantisbasics )

o. ( and then there was the CAR ACCIDENT i witnessed ADKFAKJFH;SDF )

p. ( unguessed lyrics from the guess-the-lyrics meme REVEALED )

q. and iamsab has a tiny poll she's looking for a huge sampling for, in re: your television-watching habits.