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Jun. 27th, 2005 04:50 amWhat did I do yesterday?
I learned to hold a nail with something other than my fingers so that when I had to hammer it, I didn't smoosh my not so delicate fingers. I also learned that my father is handy with the tools, but needs certain things pointed out to him. Like the fact that he was putting the bookcase together slightly incorrectly. The painted side goes in for the bottom shelf. The shiny metal bits in the middle shelf? Prrrroooobably go on the bottom. But I let that one go, as I like the bit of silver glinting there amongst all the black. This means, yes, that I bought the bookcase, moved the crap out of the way, helped assemble it, and then sweet talked my brother into carting it upstairs with whoever his current bestest bitchboy is.
Thing is, Princess and Bitchboy didn't move the last couple of things out of the way, they just plopped the bookcase in front of it. Which meant I had to move the stuff [two phonebooks, I think, blinds, and something else I couldn't identify since the light upstairs broke] and while I was moving the actual bookcase back closer to the wall, the shelves fell off the fixed shelf and skinned my fucking shins. Sort of. Not to the point of bleeding, but bruised, and painful anyway.
I took pictures of my room before I begin to overhaul it, since Heidi luv asked, and when the batteries finish charging, I'll share and you can marvel at how much of a slob I am. and I am. Oh, god, am I a slob. :p
The current plan of attack: ( don't fire til you see the whites of their evil little eyes! )
Listening to a CD I made for Jackie shortly before she went insane. I ended up with two copies for some reason, and I like it for the most part. I always wonder if people like the CDs they end up with. Granted Jackie pretty much gave me a list and I just put them in some order that didn't cause ears to bleed, but still.
But I really need a new CD wallet. But we're in that crunch time when I really can't buy myself stuff on the very slim chance someone else is stepping up to the plate.
Which brings me to Ryan. He was a noshow tonight, again. I'm thinking his cell had better have been cut off or something along those lines, or else he's ignoring me. So, tomorrow I call and hound him. If I get ahold, I should ask if he *wants* to visit. Then if he can. Then if the answer is no, I figure you'll feel the giant sucking void of plans for the second weekend in July. I attempted to sort of hint to Cass that so far all my plans seemed to be falling through, and then we had a little conversation that went something along the lines of, "but weekends are my time with Matt" and it's possible she'll make an exception for this most holy of days, but realistically speaking it'll be a bitch for her to get here even if she really wants to.
And until I talk to Ryan, this concludes my angst.
Should go start the cleaning, but... I don't want to yet. I need a flashlight anyway since the light is on the fritz.
I learned to hold a nail with something other than my fingers so that when I had to hammer it, I didn't smoosh my not so delicate fingers. I also learned that my father is handy with the tools, but needs certain things pointed out to him. Like the fact that he was putting the bookcase together slightly incorrectly. The painted side goes in for the bottom shelf. The shiny metal bits in the middle shelf? Prrrroooobably go on the bottom. But I let that one go, as I like the bit of silver glinting there amongst all the black. This means, yes, that I bought the bookcase, moved the crap out of the way, helped assemble it, and then sweet talked my brother into carting it upstairs with whoever his current bestest bitchboy is.
Thing is, Princess and Bitchboy didn't move the last couple of things out of the way, they just plopped the bookcase in front of it. Which meant I had to move the stuff [two phonebooks, I think, blinds, and something else I couldn't identify since the light upstairs broke] and while I was moving the actual bookcase back closer to the wall, the shelves fell off the fixed shelf and skinned my fucking shins. Sort of. Not to the point of bleeding, but bruised, and painful anyway.
I took pictures of my room before I begin to overhaul it, since Heidi luv asked, and when the batteries finish charging, I'll share and you can marvel at how much of a slob I am. and I am. Oh, god, am I a slob. :p
The current plan of attack: ( don't fire til you see the whites of their evil little eyes! )
Listening to a CD I made for Jackie shortly before she went insane. I ended up with two copies for some reason, and I like it for the most part. I always wonder if people like the CDs they end up with. Granted Jackie pretty much gave me a list and I just put them in some order that didn't cause ears to bleed, but still.
But I really need a new CD wallet. But we're in that crunch time when I really can't buy myself stuff on the very slim chance someone else is stepping up to the plate.
Which brings me to Ryan. He was a noshow tonight, again. I'm thinking his cell had better have been cut off or something along those lines, or else he's ignoring me. So, tomorrow I call and hound him. If I get ahold, I should ask if he *wants* to visit. Then if he can. Then if the answer is no, I figure you'll feel the giant sucking void of plans for the second weekend in July. I attempted to sort of hint to Cass that so far all my plans seemed to be falling through, and then we had a little conversation that went something along the lines of, "but weekends are my time with Matt" and it's possible she'll make an exception for this most holy of days, but realistically speaking it'll be a bitch for her to get here even if she really wants to.
And until I talk to Ryan, this concludes my angst.
Should go start the cleaning, but... I don't want to yet. I need a flashlight anyway since the light is on the fritz.
