I love Microsoft Excel spreadsheets. In my colour-coded-uber-organized-world they make me happy. <3<3<3
I’m going to Oregon on Monday! I’m so excited – I booked the campsites today and Blythe and I are hitting the highway by 7am on Monday morning, coffee in hand and a full tank of gas in the car. I haven’t been back to Oregon in quite a few years (lemme think … at least 6 years) and I love it there. Their coastline is one of the most beautiful in the world, and ranks as my second choice of places to live (although the whole “inside America” thing would be a problem but at least they are a blue state).
I’ve been working slowly on un-clulttering my house and I’m liking the feeling of getting rid of things I no longer use. It’s stupid to use an emotional attachment to an inanimate object as an excuse to hide something away in a closet and not look at it for another year. Into the charity box with you!
I’m most likely going to get a cat when I get back from Oregon. I need to contact VOKRA because they called me but I was lazy and on the couch and the phone was not in arm’s reach so I let the machine get it. Insomnia for 4 nights and then getting up at 4:30 to go to work on 2 hours of sleep will make you lazy like that.
Martial arts and cardio kickboxing will kick your ass when you haven’t done any hard exercise in two months. My whole body hurts since Wednesday, and I’m going back for more tomorrow.
School starts in just over 3 weeks. I’m excited because my brain is ready for some new information. I know that two weeks in I’ll wish that I was back here with nothing to do but clean and organize and go camping and take photos and work occasionally but right now I’m looking forward to being back at school. It’s also my last semester and then I will have a degree. I guess I have to apply to graduate and all that stuff this semester, although I am considering putting it off until the Spring semester because who wants to come up in February and watch me walk across the stage outside at Convocation Mall? It’ll be raining and miserable, and I’d prefer to remember my time at SFU as not being gray and concrete and death (which it is the majority of the time but I try to block it out). It would be so much better in June when it’s sunny and there might even be flowers.
I think I’m tired, so I am going to go read a little more about Claire and Jamie and hopefully get a full night’s sleep tonight.