Countdown

Only 8 days until the LSATs. That's kind of scary. Honestly, I didn't count them until just now. I'm doing well, considering my lack of studying during the week. This happened a lot during school. These grades appeared out of little effort and I always wonder what would have happened had I actually studied and done the work I should have.

I was right

So when I did go to Rutgers, it was only to realize that Josh had gotten sick and I wound up taking care of him for the weekend.

My butt is black and blue from my kicking it so hard.

It gets you every time

So I did get to stay at Rutgers on Thursday night, but it wasn't fun because I had to go into work the next morning, meaning I got minimal sleep, leaving by 7 this morning.

I thought my weekend would only get better from there because I'd get to go back and enjoy myself, but voila, Murphy's law comes along in the form of an unexpected doctor's appointment that Josh didn't know about and my weekend is off to a rather dismal start.

I know that somebody is thinking, "If she hadn't written about Murphy's Law ruining her weekend, it probably wouldn't have happened."

Don't worry. I'm kicking myself as we speak/read.

Murphy's Law

Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

I want to go away this weekend.... a tropical storm is supposed to arrive Thursday night.

If I go to class Thursday night, I'll be trapped at Rutgers (not a big deal) and miss work the next day (definitely not a big deal) but the controller will rip me apart when I see her on Monday.

Now, if I were really lucky, the storm would start around 5:00, when I got home and then I wouldn't be able to go to class, and end the next morning in time for work and my leaving in the evening.

Yeah right. The storm will arrive Friday afternoon and completely screw up my weekend.

Sleepies

I am so tired. There aren't enough hours in my weekdays.

"Honey and the Moon"

Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
And deep as the sea
But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet
In love's game
You would call; I'd call you back
And then I'd leave a message
On your answering machine

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives

Freedom
Run away tonight

We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust
Without a fight
I think that you came too soon
You're the honey and the moon
That lights up my night

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives

Freedom
Run away tonight

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill
We hang around

Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up
All the time I'm falling down

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives

~Joseph Arthur

A means to an end

Perhaps I should look at Foogwah in a different way. If he didn't act like such a foogwah, I wouldn't feel the urge to leave the house on Fridays the way I do without feeling guilty.

If he tells me that I'm shaming him when I come home on Sunday, I'll tell him I'm moving out and he won't have to worry about my shaming him anymore.

Foogwah

I live with a bitter melon, and his name is Dad.

I got home after my 18 hour day, surprisingly happy about my test score and I'm telling my mom about it, and he has to rain on my parade.

"If you need to shower, shower now," he says as he gives me a nasty look. Like I smell bad or something.

You know, if I pay to live here, you'd think I'd have the freedom to choose when I want to take a shower.

Seriously.... If you know of someone who's renting out a teeny weenie apartment, let me know.