friskin

And so, I left my big, empty house in Blue Mountain only to arrive in my big, empty house in Troy. Not much of an improvement, but at least here I have sushi and television at my fingertips.

Now, lying in bed, about to fall asleep, I mentally scan all of the tasks I had to do before rushing out the door in a failed attempt to out smart the impending thunderstorm. Take out trash: check. Wash dirty dishes: check. Conceal pile of dirty laundry: check. Turn off alarm clock.

Turn off alarm clock?..... Oh yes, my friends. Once again I have disappeared for the weekend without consideration for others' sleep habits. I still don't know if the damn thing ever turns itself off, or if it will just keep getting louder and louder until it wakes up the entire world. Look for it in Tuesday's headlines: Monster alarm terrorizes upstate New York thanks to truant teen. For fear of mortification I even considered driving back up there tonight. At one o'clock. Realizing that it was just the fatigue talking, I resigned myself to hoping that the walls of Verner just so happen to be sound proof, or that my neighbor will be not only psychic but also very compassionate and will have a spare key, enter the house, find the damn thing and smash it with an oar. At the very least, it might keep small mammals away.

C + I B-L @ AM. V pleased. Am in love with charmer from UK with beautiful bi-lingual son and French wifey. I hope this doesn't happen every day, but if it does I suppoese I'll manage. Never see them again, but maybe he'll go back to Glasgow now that he knows I'll be there. Blk fly bites starting to itch. Not pleased with periodic spontaneous bleeding from head, hoping it will stop in a wk or 2. If this keeps up, I'll not be looking forward to rowing Mmk skiff.

Like AM v well, will write more. X-gates tomorrow again (yuck!). Think am ready for sleezzz.

I FOUND IT.



TODAY'S SPECIAL.

This is the show I'm talking about when I'm always asking people, "Remember that show that used to be on about a guy who turned into a mannaquin when his hat fell off?" ....And no one ever knows what the heck I'm talking about.

I'm so glad to know that I'm not inventing really messed up memories. This guy is my hero.

So, I think I must have had a dream that I came home and everyone had forgotten about me. I'm glad to find it's not true, or if it is, the world is full of brilliant actors.

I spent upwards of thirty dollars today on cosmetics and a bike pump at the big WM. So much for conscious consumerism. Put some air in my mom's old Schwinn and took it for a ride up and down the block a few times. My prognosis is new oil on the gear thingies.

Maybe I'll go to the library and get a book on bicycle repair. And crocheting. Then I'll be able to ride around in my homemade crocheted bike shorts I'm going to make.



Hot.

Don't know why I'm announcing this to the world, but there's a possibility I might be going to another Troy High prom. As one of Schwendy's TWO dates. Hahahahahaha. You don't have you call me foolish, I've already done so a number of times.

Does this make me one of those ?

Less than twenty-four hours later:

"Dear Rebecca

We are pleased to offer you an internship with the Adirondack Museum Education Department. The internship is an eight-week position; 40 hours per week are required. The museum offers a $2,000 stipend, paid bi-weekly, and will also provide housing on site."


YES!!!!!

My cupeth overfloweth!