I saw ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ on Sunday with David. I liked it, I really did. I think part of the reason why I liked it is because I read the books once in high school, i thought they were good and that was that. I didn’t read them again, I didn’t remember them at all. I just read them and put them down and didn’t give them a second though. The only thing I really remembered anyway was the earth blowing up.
SO…I thought the movie was good because it didn’t have to live up to any standard for me. I didn’t have to compare it to the books. I loved Marvin. Loved. I loved Marvin so much. I just wanted to hug him. Also, the chick who played Triilian, is she intentionally without emotion or acting ability?
The dog is not allowed to bark. He knows this. He does it. I yell and he stops. Then he sits there like he has a lemon in his mouth whenever another dog walks by. He looks around, his face is strained, he tried to grumble without barking. Poor guy just needs to tell the world they’re not allowed on the lawn.
Cancelled packing plans tonight, cannot pack anymore. Going to nap, chill, hang, eat dinner, chill. In that order.
you know how you get a song stuck in your head and it plays over and over and over until you go insane? Well, I get that, but more often than not I get the song stuck in my head with the wrong lyrics. The Bee-Gee’s ‘Tragedy’ is stuck in my head but with the word ‘vanity’ in the place of ‘tragedy’ and I can’t get it to stop. Hate.
Pictures soon.
oh, also, what do you call that kid that no one likes and never gets invited to parties but he always manages to find out where they are and show up? You know the kid, they insist on showing up even though they’re a jackass and everyone tries to ignore them. It’s not just a jerk, they’re not intentionally assholes. They’re the ones with no skills. What do you call this person???

Yeah, okay, so here’s your update. Or something. First off, a shout out the my homies in Amsterdam. Who are you?
I am officially incredibly sick of Pizza Luce. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good food, but I’ve eaten so damned much of it lately. You just can’t give people Dominos in exchange for helping you pack when you offer up pizza and beer as a reward. So Luce it is and I’ve had enough. Tonight it’s thai food.
Last night was night number 4 at almost no sleep in this current stretch of insomnia. There are a combination of factors, the change with weather, the stress of the move, the strange schedule that is my life. I’ve been in patchy insomnia for about 3 months now, but this particular stretch has been tough because I am hardly even dozing at night and when I do the dreams are bright and scary and intense. Well, except I also had a dream that David was dressed up like a mock star with pleather pants and bad attitude. So bizarre. So not him. Made me laugh when I got up.
I photodocumented parts of my weekend! Sadly, the pictures are on my computer at home and I only have time to update at work. I’ll try to get pictures up. Photos feature: Dog Park, How to Make a Nutritious Breakfast, Where I am Going to Live.
I took yesterday off work to relax my brain in some quiet and pack stuff and meet my dad and his brother for lunch. It was a very very good day off. I had cocoa pebbles for breakfast. I love cocoa pebbles. Seriously, with my lack of sleep things like cocoa pebbles become valid conversation points.
The sadness of packing up your house is coming across something with intense sentimental value and not being able to share that with anyone. You can only take the picture, or note, or bauble and put it in a box and hope the next time you see it it will only be an object. I get too attached to things, I assign emotion to things.

Thank you.
What more is there to say. Thank you. Most people can go to their moms and say “thank you for giving birth to me” or “thank you for raising me”. Most people can recount stories of bedtime stories, after school cookies, school plays, summer vacations. When I thank my mom I say “thank you for opening your home to a messed up, somewhat surly teenager you didn’t know but you knew was in desperate need of a family. Thank you taking control and pushing me forward. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for putting up with me.
Thank you, mom, for choosing to become my mother. Most people become the mothers of infants, tiny innocent things that don’t already know how to swear or hotwire cars and then they work to prevent this knowledge from seeping in for as long as possible. You took me in, already damaged and used, but it didn’t matter to you. And more importantly, you made it so it didn’t matter to me.”
This is how I say thank you to my mom. I cannot thank her for the bandages on scraped knees or monsters banished from under the bed. I can thank her for teaching me civility, grace, and how to set a table for a formal dinner party.
She taught me that no matter who you are or who you were, someone WILL take a chance on you.