well, today zach and i moved in together. we moved a huge-ass tv, a heavy-ass futon (which was moved up three flights of stairs and should not have made it upstairs, as it seemed physically impossible), a bed, 7 boxes (him), 21 bags (me), a computer, etc., etc., etc. i love this part of town - we have a pharmacy cleverly disguised as a kids' toy store on the corner, a bike shop on the other corner, a seafood restaurant on the third (yuck) and...i don't know what's on the fourth. one of the houses on our street has a baby donkey statue in the front yard, i kid you not. i will take two.

i would also like to explain to everyone that really, i am not getting married. i am also not getting engaged. we were hanging out last night - zach's roommate made dinner and had friends over and they joked that there were these crazy girls who forced their boyfs to move in with them and then begged them for engagement rings. i do not want to get married right now. i don't. and from my door to his door, it takes me an hour and a half on the train one way. that's from here to athens. so, to reiterate, it is a 2 bedroom apartment for a great deal, i don't have to sit on the train for three hours a day and life is good.

otherwise, i'm tired. zzzz

I think my head might explode from everything going on. I've been hustling like a mofo lately, spending so much time on my computer I would rather have it just attached to me all the time and learning more about Lady Gaga than I ever thought possible.

Also, I bought tri-blend shirts for Mira and Nora today and Mira wouldn't take hers off despite the tag. New American Apparel converts! You're welcome, Dov.

Also #2, working at home is sweet because when someone is being a mental retard over help emails, you can say "you retard" out loud and nobody will notice! mostly because you are by yourself but this is beside the point.

Anyway, I am alive, just busy, and I promise to be a bettablogga soon.

I figured I would be fine going without shaving my legs today because the hair is light and you can never really see it unless you are looking with a magnifying glass and that is slightly disturbing.

ANYWAY, it is -4 degrees here at le bucks d'étoile and goosebumps ensued and now you can tell that it's, like consistently long all over my leg. If the people here were concerned with anything but their I'm-very-busy-and-important-and-I-must-leave-my-phone-ringer-on delightful selves, I think they would be grossed out by me.

This ends my leg hair update.

It's Tuesday! This means babysitting, probably banana pudding, Chopped, etc. It also means I have three days left and then I'm outta here.

We were talking about how the last day is going to go last night, and I don't think Zach thought I was serious when I said I wanted it to be like the end of Grease, but I really would love that. Give or take a Spandex outfit and the phrase "tell me about it, stud," I wouldn't mind it if we walked out together - he is coming in Friday at some point to go over the basics of the food site - singing You're The One That I Want, flying out the 21st floor in a red convertible and having Stockard Channing (she was 33 when that movie was filmed! seriously) wave at us after having learned that she is not pregnant and will graduate on time.

In reality, I will probably wave at Eugy, walk out of the office carrying my $10 unicycle bought off a coworker, turn on my mp3 player and listen to Pavement and breathe a sigh of relief that my occupation will never revolve around eProps. Phew.

Otherwise, tomorrow I am going to play Beatles Rock Band with Gill and Luc and his friend and his mom (...I think) and will have to teach them the harmonies in the "ooh-la-lala" descant in You Won't See Me and probably fail out of a bunch of songs. So it goes.

Also, in "uhh..." news, I ordered a tape recorder for *~*~*`interviews8~*8`8`8` August 7 from this chick on Amazon and it never showed up. I emailed Amazon saying "wut" and they said the order was just canceled because it'd been a month, so I bought it on another site for cheaper and all was well and now I can record myself saying "pie" and save it as an mp3.

I got an email at 1:30 this morning saying my recorder shipped (uh) after a month of her not responding and a subsequent "we are refunding you" message wherein she sent a delightful message:

I have never sold anything on Amazon before. I did not understand that you and another person purchasing this item were two different people. I only had one recorder to sell. Sorry I misunderstood the system.

I mean, come on. I do not think I will be leaving good feedback. And now there's, like, $180 sitting in Amazon limbo chillin' for 10 business days. Sweet. ARGH. Help me write feedback, please.

I don't know what else. Hm.

Some help you are. Why do you even bother to portend to be computer educated when you send me program codes instead of the printed text I need help with? You go to the site you forwarded to me and see what I see! Do you not have any xanga contacts for me to reach in order to get the help I need? And you wonder why the world is in the mess its in; you are part of the problem!

I WILL NOT MISS THIS