I want to tell the people of Argentina...

(My mom is watching Evita)

(But I do have things to tell you)

I have an interview for a job in about three hours. Yay! It for a desk receptionist position at a hotel. I want this job badly, not only because I think it would be a great fit and I could get the hours I want (late late late [because no one likes those hours]), but also because this job is kinda the reason I decided to move home to Jackson in the first place. If my mom hadn't suggested I give it a try, I would have found a job in East Lansing at Pizza Hut or something and lived with Katie and Sasha for the year

I do have a feeling I'll be better here at home. And it's only for a year

whatever

I have a fucking job interview. Finally

w00t w00t


I have decided, somewhat childishly (or child-like-ly. fuck it), that I am going to read Harry Potter from start to finish before the movie comes out in November. I got said idea from the loverly wife who mentioned it a few weeks back. It sounded like a good idea considering I haven't read the first two books in, like, six years.

Yes. I know. Harry Potter is a child series. Fuck you. I don't care. And I have some time over the next week to read a lot because my mom and I are taking a trip to go visit Carla, Brian and their kids (w00t w00t new baby, Renee). Yay for 7 hour drives!


Speaking of the wife, I know Ben's always joked about our upcoming divorce and how she's leaving me and I'm sad to report that her and I are spending more time apart than we are together. Between her long and late hours at the office and my ridiculous need to gain my independence by driving here and there for parties and gatherings and Bridget, we are hardly in the same spot for very long.

She's leaving me

It's very unintentional, but subconsciously, I think we're both preparing ourselves for the end - the final night of being roommates after four years.

...

Of course, most of this is a joke, but some of it is actually truth. I don't see a ton of her lately and it doesn't bother me because I still have this lasting feeling like I'll be living with her next year. It sucked during the summers between college years when we didn't see each other at all, but I always knew I'd be seeing her a lot during college. I'm getting the same impression when there is no "next year" for us. I'm sure I'll visit her wherever she goes (here's to hoping it's somewhere exciting [you hear that, Wife? Move to London!]) but by August 14th, the most perfect roommate combination will come to an end

How am I supposed to live with anyone else?

Maybe after living with my family for a year, I'll be BEGGING to live with anybody but them ^_^


Sean, Ryan and I spent a little bit of time in Bellevue with Clinton. His dad's band was playing in this Dancing in the Streets thingy. We missed the car show by a day, but that's okay - the band was fun. Afterward, we all traveled back to East Lansing and watched Youth in Revolt, which I actually enjoyed quite a bit. The only thing was that I hated the girl he was chasing from the word 'go' so that made things kinda difficult for me

I also saw my first episode of The IT Crowd

I like the Irish Guy (I have no idea what his name is)


And last but certainly not least

What. The. Fuck. Weather? I don't know why you feel the need for 94 degree weather. Yes, I know it gets hotter in different states, but have we talked about the humidity?! You can be 94 in dry places - NOT HERE. Damn. It feel like a fucking wet sauna every single time I stick my head outside.

And

What. The. Fuck. Apartment? It would be really nice if the ice cold air would make it from the living room/kitchen area into our bedrooms. This whole me sleeping on the couch night after night just to say cool is a tad bit ridiculous.

And

What. The. Fuck. Mosquitoes? I understand you must sustain life and to do that, you need to eat. Stop munchin' on my toes, please. The resulting welt itches like you wouldn't believe, but hurts when I try. You know what? Just stop biting me. All of you. After two bonfires, three walks, a few lake excursions, and a rollerblading occurrence, I think you've had quite enough of me. Quite. Enough

Verrier's answer to all of this: Quit being so warm blooded

(I was so happy that I got to use that line at least five times during the fourth of July, ESPECIALLY when someone: *slap* "I've been bitten." It was pure glory)


That is all...I think