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Yes, this is one of those dreaded LJ things. But! It’s cool. Just reply to this post, and I give you a letter of the alphabet. Then you find 10 songs that start with that letter and post them in your journal. No really, it’s fun!

The letter H by blackvelvetclad

Heroes by David Bowie
Hazel Eyes by The Darkness
Here by VAST
Hair by the Cowsills
Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
Haunted by Poe
Harmony by Clinic
He War by Cat Power
Howl by Black Rebel Motorcyle Club
Hello Resolven by Beulah

Sigh. Only 10? Oh well.

I saw a woman today, in the parking lot of Walmart, wandering around with a package of Melba toast in her hand. This struck me as so tremendously amusing, that I felt the need to post about it.

Also, I am no longer employed at Staples! Everyone was quite nice to me on my last day (even the customers, wonder of wonders), and they gave me a bag of animal crackers. Why animal crackers, I’m not entirely sure, but they were good. On the downside, I forgot a book to read during lunch, and was forced to read The College Dorm Survival Guide. This was especially traumatic because I had Godel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hofstadter waiting for me at home. Small tragedy, I tell you.

Sorry for the infrequent updates! Every time I think I should post, I think of so much I would say that I realize I don’t have the time to type it all. So then when I *do* actually post, the entry is horribly long and I feel guilty for taking up all of my friends’ friendlists with my junk.

My wallet is still unfound, mainly because the police haven’t actually investigated. At all. I guess it’s understandable, they have murders to investigate, not the $2000 credit fraud of a 19 year old girl. But it still rankles a bit. All of the information I have, I found on my own. However, I finally (!) got the affidavit in the mail from my credit card company, so maybe now the police can actually, y’know, do something now.

I only have three more days at work, then I’m freee! For a few days, then I move back into school a week from tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it a lot, though I’m still somewhat torn, because this summer was so great. And it’s actually cooling off a little! Will wonders never cease. So I am feeling very contented and non-sweaty, which is always nice.

Well, I finished A Brief History of Time, but I wasn’t (and don’t kill me, please) horribly impressed. It was ok, it just wasn’t as great as I had been expecting. It was all relatively (er, pardon the pun) understandable and somewhat interesting, but I actually prefer a couple other physics books I’ve read to Hawking’s. I did read The Universe in a Nutshell by Hawking right after that, and I liked that one a bit better. It was more approachable, but also a little less pedantic. Or maybe I was just getting used to his style. I think part of the reason I was less than enthralled is that Hawking sprinkles his philosophical beliefs throughout, many of which I disagree with. Maybe that’s a petulant quibble over which to dislike a book though, lol.

I’m working on All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot right now. Karen recommended it a bazillion years ago (well, 2 anyway), and I’m really enjoying it! The man clearly has a well-developed sense of humor, and it’s a lot of fun to read his descriptions of various British farmers. I haven’t been reading as much as I’d like lately, so I’m hoping to finish this up, plus a couple more books before I head back to school on Sunday.

For some reason, we’re redoing the garage-turned-tv-room. Now it’s going to be an office and a tv room, or something. All I know is the house is a-shambles, which is slowly driving me up the wall. I have this thing for organization (er, you may have noticed). I can deal with a slightly dirty room better than a cluttered one, as evidenced by the fact that my desk is coated in dust but my clothes are organized by color (shut up! It works, ok?). Also on the downside, Gracie has more health problems than an anemic giraffe. It seems like minor ones keep cropping up all the time. You probably don’t want to know the slightly gross details of doggy ailments, but suffice to say it’s making life a bit more difficult, although she more than makes up for it with her sweet personality. She has a thing for the couch; she loves to rub her face on it. She likes texturey things in general; if I’m wearing pants out of a rough material she comes over and rubs all over it with this look of doggy ecstasy on her face. Goofy pooch. Unfortunately, she’s not quite aware of just how long her nose is, and is forever bashing it on things. It’s kind of funny, except it must hurt. If I were a collie, I’d be a little sensitive about people joking about my nose, so I never say anything to her about it.

I have made it to the D’s in my Musiczilla project! Hence the Dar Williams. I just finished a long bout with Dashboard Confessional. I have mixed feelings about Dashboard Confessional. Too much of it, and I can see how it could turn one woefully emo, but the lyrics are often quite original and well-written.

This is so awesome, it makes me want to go out and buy 8 treadmills.

Guitar tapping! Er, have I already posted that? I can’t remember. It’s still cool, though.

Still plugging away at remodeling my site. Blargh, takes so long. It’s looking rather nice though, I think. The only thing is, people keep asking, “When is such and such going to be up? I need it immediately!” and I’m like, “There is no time!!” I don’t know if I’m going to get to Anna Karenina before school starts. I’m going to have to make time to write though, because I’ve been scribbling ideas down but not finishing them.

Well, we’re off to Joey’s house for a shindig, so I shall continue this ever-so-important dissertation at a later date!

I have a series of unrelated experiences to relate! Feel free to skip to the bottom where I ramble about books instead.

The day before we left for Pennsylvania, we started smelling this odd odor in our tv room. It was kind of sickly sweet, and as the day wore on it got stronger and stronger. We were quite puzzled, and at first we thought Gracie must have spilled a container of something. We searched high and low for the source of this strange, quickly-growing-overpowering smell. Finally when Dad came home, he started going through the shelves in the tv room, and sitting quietly upon the shelf he found a small can of paint. The lid was sitting further down the shelf, and had “Never used” written on it. Mom bought it for a project years ago but never opened the can. We thought this was pretty weird, and poked around a little,
but couldn’t find any way that an unopened can of paint could spontaneously pop its lid. We came to the only logical conclusion:

Gracie has been playing with the screwdriver again.

Kidding. But anyway, that was strange and we still don’t know how it happened.

On Friday, we all piled into the car to go to PA, with that feeling of road trip expectancy. Dad turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. Repeat, several times. Nothing. Annoyed, we glare. The engine turns over and doesn’t miss a beat the rest of the trip.

Later that day, we were nearly side-swiped on two separate occasions whilst driving in the mountains. Another time, a semi’s tire blew out right in front of us, fortunately breezing past our window harmlessly.

Last night, we discovered our well was leaking. Dad turned off the water to fix it, fiddling with it for a couple hours. When he turned the water back on, we discovered that, much to our chagrin, there was no water to turn on. We had a rather thirsty evening, but managed to get the well primed at the crack of dawn this morning with the trusty neighbor’s garden hose.

This morning, just before I walked out the door to go to work, I got a call from my credit card company. I have one credit card that I use to pay for college books, trying to build up a good credit card history. I use it about 4 times a year. The nice lady at the credit card company told me that my credit card had been used for numerous transactions yesterday, and did I make them? I replied with some startlement that no, I hadn’t used my little credit card in at least a month. The nice lady asks if I have the card with me. Why yes, I reply, with the secure confidence of one who knows without a doubt where her possessions are. I saunter into my room, and look in my lunch bag, which is where I had left my wallet from yesterday while I was at work. My wallet is not there. Ok, I think. That’s all right, I left it on my bookshelf. My eyes fall upon a bookshelf that is, alas, empty of everything except an exorbitant number of books. I pause. I think about this very quickly, while the nice lady waits patiently. Well, I say. It would appear that my wallet, along with my credit card, has been stolen. The nice lady immediately locks my account and says some reassuring things.

I review events of the recent past and conclude that yes indeed, my wallet was stolen, while it was in my lunch bag at work. My wallet was in the bag at 12:00 when I came in to work, and someone else bought gas with my credit card at 3:00, a scant mile from my place of employment. Therein follows a whirlwind of activity, going to the police station to fill out a report, going to the DMV to get a new driver’s licence, closing out my savings account (my account number, while hidden inside telephone numbers, was in my wallet and I was afraid someone might get all smart and figure it out) and getting a new one, calling the library to close out the library card (I don’t want people checking out books with my beloved library card, darn it), and calling to cancel a long distance phone card thingy, because I had one of those in my wallet too. Then I went to work, and I just got home from that.

Well, that last one was my own fault, because I didn’t have my work locker locked, although usually I have absolutely nothing of value in it so it doesn’t matter. I am still somewhat bummed (hence my awesome icon!) but I don’t know, the whole thing strikes me as being very funny. I mean, it stinks, but you have to admit it’s funny. So many weird things happening lately! I always find it tremendously amusing when I have a string of bad things happening, although I don’t know why. I suppose it’s a good thing, though.

Ok, books! I forgot to mention that I read The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, but I was singularly unimpressed, which is probably why I forgot to mention it. It’s a commentary on selfishness and the consequences of a self-centered lifestyle, or something abstract like that, but I didn’t like it or think that it was particularly well-done. Sorry, Fitz.

Right now I’m reading A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. Yay, physicists! It’s good, but so far not quite as brilliant as I had anticipated. I’m only a quarter of the way through, though, so it still has a chance to be brilliant.

Speaking of science… Joey actually sent that to me a while back and I thought it was awesome and tucked it away in a folder and just now found it again!

World Sunlight Map It’s almost dawn in Madagascar!

Ok, well, I’m done.

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