One week later, I think I'm allergic to my house.

More random and useless facts about me

[mood: allergic, therefore not happy camper]
[music: Get Up - Doc Walker]

-I always seem to write in my blog whenever I'm sick, today is no exception. I also seem to write about random things during these times.
-I love Doc Walker!!! They are sooo yummy......mmm
-They signed my cd, and I got a picture autographed, and we got a picture taken with Chris, the lead singer, and he's so dreamy :)
-I just learned "Eleanor Rigby" on the piano
-My favorite foods are ice cream and chocolate, yet I dislike chocolate ice cream
-I've just discovered that the best way to keep my feet warm when I'm here, in the basement, is to wear slippers
-I've become very lazy this summer
-I'm the worst packrat ever. Today, trying to keep my mind off my allergies, I looked through this huge envelope in which I've kept every card (Christmas, birthday, whatever) since I was about eight. I ended up throwing out about half of them, which is pretty good for me. It sent me on such a memory trip, which was fun.
-I become very quiet when I feel vulnerable (like when I meet new people - I'm still shy at heart)
-My favorite words at the moment are "ironical" and "fantastical." My brother told me not to say ironical, because it's so grammatically incorrect or whatever, but fantastical is ok. Go figure.
-I want Abby to call me. I miss her. :(
-I saw a squirrel yawn the other day. No kidding, it was one of the cutest things ever!
-I'm addicted to Big Brother.
-I want school to start, but I'm scared to death of being in my last year of high school.
-I don't understand why anyone would want to get their bellybutton pierced. Seriously, what's the fascination?
-I want to learn how to beatbox
-I used to be able to write poetry and stories all the time, and now I can't churn out a word. I feel like I peaked at fourteen, which is alsothe year my English teacher told me I could get my stories published.
-That really saddens me.
-I felt really close to a friend for most of this year, until about May, when I felt like she tried to shut me (and a couple other of our friends) out of her life.
-That also really saddens me.
-I still feel really insecure that people think I'm dull or stupid when I can't think of anything to say, sometimes because of the aforementioned shyness.
-I'm going to miss Rainbow Valley next year.
-I want to go cd shopping almost as much as clothes shopping (back-to-school shopping, the best part about back to school!)
-I'm really bad with cellphones.
-Hand sanitizer fascinates me (and Erika:)
Man, I wish I had some hand sanitizer right now, I feel so gross. Allergies are the worst. Oh well!

Never underestimate the power of stealing your brother's cd's

[mood: sucky]
[music: Real Bad News - Aimee Mann]

I've started taking a cd of my brother's everytime I go to his apartment. I listen to it, and then return it next time I'm back and take a new one. So far I've listened to Cake, The Dandy Warhols, The Flaming Lips, and Aimee Mann. I must say, my bro has pretty good taste in music. The Flaming Lips cd (Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots) was by far my favorite; I loved it so much that I'm going to buy it for myself. I really like Aimee Mann too; her voice is so--hard to describe. It's beautiful. I'm lucky my mom has this thing with fixing up his apartment while he's away, really, because when else would I get to stop by and filch his music?
On Monday, the last time we were there, we put up curtains in his kitchen and put up a paper towel holder over his sink, and my parents moved the fridge. Turned the fridge, actually, because there's nowhere to move it in his miniscule kitchen. But turning it meant that one no longer has to step over the cord to actually get in front of the fridge to open it. It's a lot safer now, I think.
I kind of wonder if my brother appreciates all my mom is doing for him with his apartment. She's done A LOT, and she's gotten me and Dad to help out quite a bit, too. But when he came home for the weekend a couple of weeks ago, he left piles of clothes all over the floor, and he didn't sort any of his garbage. Let's just say that my brother is a bit disorganized; my mom found a laundry hamper for him and put it in his bedroom when she moved everything around in there so it was more accessible. She also took the trouble of finding garbage cans for him, and finding bags of both the compost and waste variety, and setting up everything for him. All he had to do was put everything in the (to quote the school administration) "proper recepticle." Anyway, so coming in to the apartment a few days after brother dear left again, me and Mom encountered these clothes, and garbage, and other mess, and Mom got royally pissed. I think she was mostly hurt, because to her, it felt like he was completely ignoring everything we've done. So she didn't take any of his laundry home, like she usually does. She didn't pick it up or anything, she just left it on the floor. It was a nice touch, I must say.
I do love my mom. She has spunk.