clothes, particularly pjs

One of the roommate's friends, E, slept over at our place Saturday night while I was gone camping.  No big deal.  E and another friend came over last night to watch a movie with the roommate, so I retreated to my room.  On the way, I stopped in the kitchen to cook some meat for lunches during the week.  E came back while the roommate was in there talking to me.  E says: Oh Rebecca, thanks for letting me wear your pajamas last night. 

Huh?  The roommate says 'Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I let her wear some of your pjs because I figured you wouldn't care.'  Well I do care.  So after E left the kitchen, I asked the roommate what she wore.  She told me which items, and said she had folded them and put them back in my dresser.

I'm highly irritated by this.  Firstly, because I don't like people other than myself being in my bedroom, let alone going through my dresser drawers.  I have things in my drawers that I very well wouldn't want the roommate to find.  Secondly, I'm very particular about my clothes.  My sister and I never shared clothes when we were in high school, neither do my friends and I, so it's not an idea I'm very open to.  Since I buy all of my clothes, I want them in the best condition possible.  I wash everything myself, because I do it my own way.  I fold everything a certain way, and hang up lots of items on hangers.  Now I need to wash these two items, which are no longer clean for me to wear.

I'm going to start locking my door from the inside when I'm gone overnight.  I'll have to make sure I can get back in from the outside with a paperclip or something.

One month left.

time flies at the speed of light

Well, not quite that fast.  But close.

Went camping on Thursday and returned yesterday afternoon.  When we were driving home, it felt like we had just arrived.  I really don't know where time is going.  I think about it constantly now.  It's already mid-July.  In a month I will be moved out of my apartment, and a few weeks after that, out of the country.

I feel like at this rate, tomorrow I'll be married and next week I'll have kids.  Really.  It only speeds up.  Year after year.

Artsy Goodness

I discovered a new blog this morning, Color Me Katie, during one of my early morning sleep-interrupters (4.30-5.30).  She makes amazing art, while doing nice things for others; she brightens days.

Her blog led me to the project/site Improv Everywhere, which deserves a look.  In addition to their daily projects, Improv Everywhere annually holds an 'MP3 Experiment' event.  They distribute a 45-minute mp3 file to all participants, who then meet at a predetermined location with a listening device and headphones.  Everyone presses 'play' at the same time, and follows the directions on the audio file.  Their sixth year brought over 2,000 people, watch it here.

Unfortunately, I do not live near New York, but it looks as though this project has expanded to other large cities, including Chicago.  I'd like to participate in an MP3 Experiment within the next 10 years.  In fact, I will participate in an MP3 Experiment before I am 30.  Jeez that age sounds so old.

another rusty night

Was watching a Spanish movie before bed.  At one point my eyes closed; I was so exhausted.  So I paused the movie, put Twitch back in his cage, brushed teeth, put on PJs, hopped back into bed to finish the movie.  Then at the end of the movie, I couldn't fall asleep.  Awesome.

At some point I got to sleep.  Woke up a little after 4a this time.  Browsed duffel bags on the internet for about an hour.  Went back to bed around 5:15 I think.  In my dream last night, it was the day before my flight left and I still didn't have my ticket.  I also hadn't packed yet, and had lots of dirty laundry.  I was a mess - tweaking out because I was surely going to miss my flight.  Time sped by, and soon I only had two hours before it left, and I still didn't have my tickets.  Still wasn't packed.  It was crazy.  A nightmare.  I've had multiple dreams related to my flight - in some I have no luggage at all and I'm already on the plane.  In another I hadn't said goodbye to anyone before I left, then I realize this while I'm on the plane and panic.

trouble sleeping

Around 7p yesterday I had pains in my inner organs.  Then last night was weird.  I read a bit before bed, and think I initially fell asleep around 11.  I woke up around 2 something the next morning.  I think I went to the bathroom.  Then I chatted online with the little brother and JB.  Watched an episode of 'Intervention'.  Started watching 'The Future of Food,' a doc on Hulu.  Then around 4:30 after JB got offline, I tried to sleep again.  Had weird seems-like-I'm-awake dreams involving Coleton turning into a vampire and attacking me for my blood.  Then I was at work and found out coworkers were vampires.  Told JB.  Dreams Dreams. Etc. Etc.  Then I woke up around 6.  Felt like I was gonna puke.  Went to the bathroom.  Was in there for a bit, letting my insides calm down, get rid of what they didn't want.  Didn't puke though.  Then when I went back to bed I changed my alarm from 6:50 to 8:00.  I knew I'd be tired and cranky if I got up at 6:50.  The morning was a haze.  Snoozed the alarm.  Maybe reset it once or twice.  Got up around nine.  Called Bill at work.  Showed up around 9:30.  This better not happen again tonight...

July, July

It's already the end of June.

I'm not ready.  Not ready, not ready, not ready.

After July comes August, you know.

Chest pains

CC left our 9am meeting with those chest pains again.  When we got back to the office around 10, she was no where to be seen.  She just called DR and said she went home.  She thought about going to the emergency room, but she was just with the doctor yesterday and said she would have felt stupid.

I think she should have gone to the ER.  I wish Dr. Greg House could figure out what's wrong with her.

Unprepared

Now that June's nearly over, I'm starting to feel er -- not anxiety... scared? about leaving at the end of August. I still haven't practiced Spanish at all. I realize I'm screwing myself over.

Not scared, that's the wrong word. Sad. I keep picturing my last day at work, and I don't want to say bye to CC or BK. I get a really strong, low, overwhelming feeling when I think of that.

And Coleton. And now JJ. Mi familia. The lil brother. Now I keep finding myself daydreaming during the days, imagining saying goodbye to certain people. And I get down. But I know the year will be amazing and I'll make new friends, but it'll be hard at first I'm imagining.

And I still have lots of shit to do:
-Drive to Chicago and pick up visa
-Purchase some sort of luggage
-Learn some Spanish history
-Er, learn SPANISH!
-Move out of my apartment
-Figure out what to bring and how to pack it
-Get some euros or something before I leave

I feel very unprepared because I don't know anything about Spain. Or Madrid. Or Spanish.

In other news, I'm rethinking the anthro major I declared a month ago. I'm thinking it might be cool to study psychology. Or psychiatry. I should learn the difference between those...hah

Also, I've been trying to set up Coleton as a mentor for BK's son. I met the son last week, and hopefully the four of us can get together this week or next for a little meet and greet/ frisbee throwing.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!



rather,
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

cant take it anymore
cant take it anymore



argle.

Still creeped out

I left the tv on last night since the roommate is at home, and I was still a bit shaken from my crazy dreams the other night.  This morning when I woke up, it was turned off.

wtf.