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

i know i say this all the time, but i miss my mom. and every july 8 and august 31 will be reminders that she isn't here. not that i don't think about her every day anyway.

part-time from now on. thank jesus

I hate to be That Girl, but I don't remember how to have fun by myself anymore, honestly. Zach has been gone since Monday morning and I'm just, like, "......." watching reruns of Runway, doing crosswords and staying in bed (okay, those who know my room know that this is not difficult, but still) all the time. Am I codependent? Do I not know how to deal with being alone?

IDK IDK IDK

$1300 is a lot of money for an apartment, but it's a two-bedroom, close to the subway, on the Metro system...

ok so I think I am moving. How do you tell your roommate you're peacing out?

don't eat ice cream that appears to have melted.
don't walk to the train station after waking up feeling the effects of said ice cream.

you will go to the atm, take out a 20, take a cab home and be sick.

FIN

Today I got an email from someone named Hilda.

now I want to play Busytown instead of working. why isn't it socially acceptable to play ten-year-old games designed for kindergartners?

Yeesh.

So yesterday I had my maybe-legit-but-probably-not Burberry shirt on my lap because it's always 50 degrees in here and apparently that sucker is so thick that I couldn't feel my phone vibrate through it. Anyway, first message was from Zands going "BOATS" or something similar and the second was like, "Hi Natalia, this is so-and-so with the [state] State Police!" and I was, like, oh god I haven't been to that state in a year please don't tell me they are garnishing my wages and have gotten my cell number because I didn't pay a ticket I don't remember getting when I realized he was calling about a gross report thing I have the pleasure of filing every time kids decide not to wear clothes and take pictures of it.

So I sent that out today.

Also, I may be going to Boston on Monday...random but it would be a blast, I think. I need to buy a tape recorder.

What else? Well, a year ago, says the Xanga, I went to ~**~*grief therapy and that was kind of a waste of an hour and $150. It definitely feels more real now, though. Easier? I don't know.

I haven't babysat in two weeks! I am itching to see those children. Mira must have something to tell me about boogers and Nora needs to say "cheaaaaasssums" at least six times. Lucien is in France probably playing his DSi. Gill is in Italy living out Eat, Pray, Love ("you have to have been divorced to appreciate it") and having a ball. I like being able to catch Jeopardy on Mondays should I feel the need, but I miss them.

Apparently two years ago today was when I moved into my apartment! Holy hell.

I haven't written about the dinner party yet. Alice's BFF Fishbone - yes - came to visit and asked me a lot of questions about myself and my job because he used to be a career counselor. Here is how one of the exchanges went:

F: So what do you want to do with your life?
N: I want to do everything, honestly.
F: Uh...well, what did you want to be when you were little?
N: Astronaut, popstar, mom, teacher, model, actress, writer, greeting card writer...
F: So why can't you be those things?
N: I am too tall to be an astronaut and my musical talent is scant.
F: Now why would you talk about yourself that way?
N: There are not ads out on Craigslist for aspiring astronautsingers, Fishbone.
F: I think you're really limiting yourself.

I was, like, ......... Later, I said I essentially wanted to be Joan Didion and he asked, "well, why don't you try to be Natalia instead of someone else?" I was, like, you must not know who Joan is.

He also asked Zach what he wanted to be and where he grew up and Alice drank too much wine and our kitchen gets really hot when you cook stuff and we sat around and shot the shit for far too long and I was tired by the end. There is your recap.

Off to peruse Craigslist for popstar jobs.

I helped Zach move this past weekend - we cleared out a three bedroom apartment and crammed all his stuff into one tiny room.

It should be noted that if you are currently inhabitating a room that needs to be cleared so that someone else can move in, it's not particularly helpful to take an hour and a half lunch break and then take a nap before you start moving stuff. Kids will have to sit in their room waiting, drinking spiked Diet Coke and cleaning up spilled paper clips until you decide it's time to wake up. ARGH.

Anyway, now I'm still tired but it's done and life is good. Work is already slow. zzzz

Remember when my blogs used to be interesting? ME TOO

Well, lately I have been obsessing over Jordin's Battlefield. I made Zach dinner last night and it did not give anyone salmonella or burn the house down, which is really all you can ask for in food prepared by yours truly. We have been watching a lot of the Food Network lately.

Other than that, things here are so slow I want to throw things.

morning comes, she opens her eyes, throws back her covers with great surprise; jumps out of bed, gets all dressed and runs off to school work to be with the rest.

random.

also random, this message i got today:

 
(i do not know what he is talking about)

and this shirt (if you have not been a lavric for long enough, you do not know what hundkampf is and why this shirt is so funny)

carry on