my life in boxes....

As many of you know I have recently moved, for the weeks leading up to this day and now that it has come and gone I've lived around and out of boxes. It's weird to see everything that I am in boxes, funny that 90% of it is CDs and Records. Maybe I'm a minimalist, or not sentimental, or maybe i'm too young to be any of those things, but in talking with my roommate, apparently the fact that i can fit my life in 10 boxes is pretty impressive. She is three years younger and has easily three times as much stuff... I guess it's because you never know when you're going to have to leave. I've never really had roots... I could totally travel for a living... wonder what that means

I Love Your Guts

Church was awesome this weekend...
please watch if you have time...

The Least Of These



oh yeah and Love One Another...

insomnia or something like it

I think I may have insomnia...
Insomnia : inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness
yes that does it... here goes with the self diagnosis, I have no trouble falling asleep it's the staying asleep, I woke up yesterday morning with a song in my head, at 3am, couldn't go back to sleep until 5...
it used to be different, I would have the hardest time going to sleep, my roommates (when i had them) would fall asleep at least an hour before me but i couldn't shut my mind down, now i can clear my mind before i fall asleep, however i can't make it stay off. i wake up thinking about random things, I wonder what the weather is like in Boston right now.... if i was home in Austin what would my life be like? These are the haphazardly placed ideas that wake me up in the middle of the night.
A good friend told me that i should take a sleep aid, maybe i need to just simplify....

craigslist...how i love thee

Okay so when I'm bored one of my favorite things in the world to do is go on craigslist and see what crap people are giving away for free... i don't know why people put absolute crap on here. however my most favorite thing in the entire world is this ... how is a huge tree in your backyard considered firewood for me??

oh you know... just some stuff about me

4 jobs I’ve had:

waitress at Landry's
Teacher at a daycare... i know right?!?!
Sales Associate at Old Navy
Temp for Chase Manhattan Bank

4 Movies I can watch over and over:

Tommy Boy
Love Actually
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
Garden State

4 TV shows I like to watch :

The Office
CSI (Vegas and NY... Miami is stupid)
Criminal Minds
Grey's Anatomy


4 places I have been on vacation:

London
Most of Italy
Boston
New York City

4 favorite foods:

Corn Dogs
Pizza
Cereal
steak

4 websites I visit daily:

iGoogle
Fellowship One
imdb
blogger

4 places I’d rather be:

In Boston
sleeping
Austin!
watching The Office... oh wait luck me i am

okay men on a power trip...

So say I decide to go 80 in the left lane on 35 through downtown Dallas because I'm late for work. Is it your job, Mr. I drive a huge truck to cut me off going 55 cause you think I'm going too fast? NO IT'S NOT! Your job is to stay in the right lane and say things like "damn kids" or "I hope she gets a ticket" You are not a cop so stop wasting my effing time but cutting me off then when I go around you mouth a few choice words in my direction. Stay in the right hand lane or I will pull in front of you and stop and let you pay for me a new car!

In Response to Erin's Blog...

So in response to reading Erin's blog I am reminded about a recent encounter with those horrible creatures. So it's a random night and I walk into my bathroom and on my black rug I see something moving. It was a roach, but not just any roach, one of those HUGE roaches that you people have here in Dallas. I run into the kitchen to try to find something to kill it and finally decide on Dish washing liquid, cause it's thick and slimy and he'll get stuck... right? WRONG you can't aim with that! So he proceeds to run between my legs into my bedroom and under my dresser. I try to put it out of my head knowing full well that I will be sleeping in the living room as long as that thing is in my room. I walk in the living room, watch TV the entire time I'm thinking about it. So I go in my bedroom and it's on the wall up by the ceiling. Then I guess it sees me and starts FLYING! I run into my closet and hide, I crack the door to see it land on my dresser.

I'm an adult, I realize this, but when it comes to these things, I'm a child. I can't deal with anything that disgusting.

So it finally climbs down the back of my dresser and then goes underneath. I know now what I have to do. So i go in my closet and put on Dr. Marten sandals ( you remember those were freaking heavy) and start taking out drawer by drawer. With each drawer I'm expecting it to fly out at me and then I'll just pass out and not have to deal with it. So all of the drawers are out and no bug. So he must be between the bottom shelf and the floor... so what do I do? Turn my dresser over! He shoots out and I stomp on him. All of that build up for a 5 second climax... The next problem I encountered was how to get it off my floor...
So I used a paper plate and a plastic cup to scoop it up. The whole time screaming oh my god oh my god over and over again!

A few days later I'm telling my guy neighbor about this and he says.... "next time that happens, come get me, I'll get Bandit (his dog) to eat it"
Nice! Very Nice! Where was this offer last week!