7/5/06

Dear log,

                  So, I finally decided to write a well thought out and hopefully insightful entry. I’ll begin with an update. Not to complain, but I was rudely awoken at a unseemly hour this morning. But, luckily I remembered that I could drag myself out of bed, and out onto a patio chair, with my pillow and comforter in tow. Sure, the chirping birds were a tad irksome, and I woke up with the print from the chair on my face, but I snached myself a few more hours of sleep. It still hard to believe I slept on a lawn chair though. I can sleep on anything, so long as it’s not moving though. Oh, just so you know, the loud banging was from the team of Italian contractors and workers who bombarded the house at 7:30 am.

Then it was off to the job interview at Doogan’s (a pet shop), after I got the print from the lawn chair off my face, of course. They want a dog carer, Monday to Friday, 9 to 1 pm. I love dogs, so I wouldn’t mind the gig. I did well, of course. Ya, I’m annoying like that.

So far my plans are as follows. Tomorrow we’re getting together with everyone, and sitting around. It’s much more fun than it sounds. Then I’m going to plead with my dad to take us to the Street Festival downtown for the weekend. And then there’s POTC 2 this Fri.

Ha…the phone’s been ringing off the hook so much, I’m starting to hear it without the phone actually ringing. No, I’m not crazy…it just seems like that. So, who has noticed that music has gotten particularily annoying lately. I thought emo would have died out by now. Indie’s gotten kind of soft, and dreamy lately. Really languorous and lethargic. Stuff like magneta lane and belle and sebastian. I’d just like some more variety.

In other news, in case you haven’t heard, or simply don’t give a flying shit, France and Italy are in the finals.

Go les Bleus! Je peux plus attendre pour le jeux dimanche. Je suis si inquiète.

Sorry for that.

Until next time.