One Night, One More Time, Thanks For The Memories.

"A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left."
– Marilyn Monroe

So, practicum is OVER.  Over.  It’s over.  Done, finished, finito, fin.  My interview last Tuesday went okay, I think, but I haven’t heard anything yet.  My mom interviewed with the same woman in October or so, and she said it took forever to hear back.  Forever being two weeks or so.

I really hate waiting though.  I’m not a good person when it comes to patience.

This entry is realllllllyyyy scattered in my head.  Anyways.

I’ve been trying ALL day to clean my room up so we can put up this really great new bookcase we got at Ikea on Saturday.  Instead of cleaning, I’ve taken to pulling every single item/paper/stuffed animal/piece of junk I’ve got out, deciding if I need to keep it and then stuffing it back into the box from whence it came.  I’m trying not to keep so much stuff, of course, and I’ve managed to fill half a blue bag full of paper alone, and it weighs a fucking ton.  That’ll be fun to carry up the stairs come Wednesday.  I’ve gone through all my papers from Centre High and Nait too and I’ve thrown away most of the Centre High stuff, and about half of the Nait crap.  I’m boxing up a bunch of stuff that I’ll sell in our garage sale this summer or give away to charity/Salvation Army.

Sometimes, I try to do this, with utterly nonexistant results.  This time, I think I might be on the right track.  I always have piles of junk in the corners of my room and I’m getting them the fuck out this time.  I’ve got a stack of old Vue and See magazines under my bedside table and tomorrow I’ll go through them all and decide what stuff to keep and what to recycle.  It feels pretty fucking good too, to get rid of a bunch of crap.  I’ve gotten three boxes emptied out, and organized into one, all in a matter of two hours.  Once I go through all my books and CDs and all those magazines, that’ll cover another 6 hours or so, and then I’ll rip some of the CDs I’m not keeping onto my computer just for the memories.  (No, I didn’t put the title song just because of that.  It was purely coincidental, considering I’d put the title up first.)

Did I mention that I’m utterly OBSESSED with the new Fall Out Boy CD?  Because I am.  It’s the best CD I’ve heard in a really long time.  I’m talking, like, since Decemberunderground came out last June.  Not counting, of course, the I Heard A Voice dvd of AFI in Long Beach, which is fucking genius…

So if you notice a lot of Fall Out Boy lines as entry titles in the next little while, I make no apologies and take zero responsibility for how awesome this disc is and how quickly I’ve fallen back in love with Patrick Stump’s lovely voice. 

the truth hurts worse than anything i could bring myself to do to you…

Go buy the damn CD.  It’s worth the money.

I got my first T4 in the mail today, which means it’s That Time Of Year again.  Yep, you know what I’m talking about.  Tax Time.  Everyone’s favourite time to start fudging medical and educational expenses in order to get a lovely return.  Me, I’ll probably end up trying to figure out my taxes and having a meltdown like last  year when I added everything up to end up with me owing twohundredsome dollars that I did not possess.

And then my aunt did it over.

And I got eighthundredandchange back!  But let’s not have me breakdown/panic!atthecalculator or anything this year, right?  Right.
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Anyway, I should probably get to bed if I want to spend this week productively and make my room a shrine to entertainment and awesome old records and movies and joy in general.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll take pictures of the room in it’s current state of "Apply for Disaster Relief Now!" and then take "A Bomb Hit Me But Now I’m Perfect!" pictures when I finish cleaning and organizing and making life joyful.

In the meantime though, sleep.  Write me notes.  It makes my soul feel light and airy and filled with love.

– thnks fr th mmrs – fall out boy –