HOLY FUCK!

HOLY FUCK I LEAVE TOMORROW!!!!

Packin'

I returned to the great land of Maryland today. Within 5 seconds of being home I became really upset and reassured the fact that I cannot fucking wait to leave. I had a wonderful visit with Phil here in MD and then going back to Pittsburgh was nothing short of stupendous. Phil has a nice little apartment a block away from where my mom grew up. Very cute place. I approve. There was a trip to the Strip, India Garden, Baja Fresh, Butler. We packed it in. It was nice being back. Kinda sad I won't be there this year but that will go away as soon as I land in Paris. I was glad I got to say goodbye to everyone. Just being in a place that doesn't suck so much. Plus Phil and I made Randy fwuffy! YAY! Saying goodbye to Phil was not fwuffy but one must do what they have to.

Now I am in the midst of packing. Weird packing for 10 months and knowing that I won't be living here again. Also annoying as fuck when my family seems surprised when I say I am not coming home for Christmas. Was I ever planning on coming home for Christmas? No. So don't get pissy when I tell you AGAIN that I am not coming home. Plus I know I have said something about Phil coming to Paris for Christmas. Don't you love it when you family pays attention to what you say? I sure do.

Maybe I will back more tonight. Probably not.

Je suis nerveuse

If it wasn't so complicated to write all the accents I would write this in French. I leave in less than two weeks for Paris. YIKES! I am getting really nervous at the whole thing. Can I speak French that well? I know that if I were to go to Paris as a tourist I would be great. However I am not a tourist. I am to be a student and the political science school not only in France but also Europe. There is a big difference between dicking around a city for a week and asking "Combien coute...?" and writing a paper for an advanced university course about the effects of the Eurozone on the global economy or something like that. I am worried about the highbrow academic French. This compounded on top of the fact that I have hardly used French all summer. Maybe 3-4 times. Plus a few random e-mails I have written to people in France about the upcoming year. YIKES! Then there is the whole issue of being away for a year. Life is going to go on without me. I won't be around the people I am closest to for, in some cases, close to a year and a half. These are people I would see just about every day. Talk to about all my problems. That will take getting used to. Just being away from the people I care about most.

It will be nice come this Friday when Phil comes for a visit and I can see him again and just relax and be really happy and not stressed about leaving and what not. Plus I will be done with work circa 4 pm Friday. That will be nice. That reminds me that I need to call the pay roll people and figure stuff out about my paychecks.

BORED!!

Not much going on at work. Never much going on at work. But yet I still get paid. Friday the Birth-teenth is happening tomorrow and Liz may or may not be coming down for it. Christina and Pam also expressed an intrest in hanging out. We'll see if that pans out. One more week of work. YAY! I am ready to go to Paris.

I have recently learned that some people just don't understand the concept of fwuffy.

Phil is awesome and sent me even more pretty flowers.

Still life with Monkey

Eh

Same ol' same ol'. Bored. Nothing really going on. I did fix my computer. In the process BestBuy pissed me off so much I will never be patronizing them again. Incompetent assholes. Whatever. Mortimer works and that is all that matters. I also was able to back up my whole hard drive. Can I leave already?

It's been awhile

Oi. That sums up the past week or so. After being grounded from the internet, which has to be the most ridiculous thing I have experienced in my life, I have not been a happy camper. It got so bad I was seriously contemplating leaving my house. I still can't stand being there, I still can't use the internet at home which thusly means that I still can't talk to my friends. Awesome, family! You know how much my social life sucks so you just go and make it worse by not letting me talk to the people I care about most and want to talk to when my life sucks which it has being a lot lately. Don't give me this bullshit that I don't carry my weight around the house. Don't. You know it is bullshit more than I do. My bathroom isn't filthy, I clean up whenever I cook. Who was the last person to scrub the kitchen floor? Oh yeah, me. Also family, please effing realize that grounding a 20 year old from the internet doesn't make her want to work harder to get it back. It makes her really fucking resentful and makes her want to move out. I don't deserve this and I know my father doesn't think so either after the chat I finally had with him about how unfair this is. I have been told that this is for my step-brother as well. Quite frankly if I am being punished for him I am going to be even more pissed. I have just been really pissed of as of late and extremely unhappy. I hate what being at home does to me. I am not myself here. Plain and simple, it fucking sucks. I cannot wait to be gone from here and starting my life in Paris.

Then it was my birthday. Which came and went with only a mention from my dad. He gave me a card and some cash and that was it. I didn't even get to eat where I wanted. At least I got a box of Cow Tales from Phil the day before. The day after my birthday Dad and Chuck were talking on the phone for over an hour and Charlie neglected to wish me a happy birthday. It would be nice if he remembered. Then Pam and I were to dine at La Chaumiere in Georgetown in honor of our birthday. However she had some insurance issues to take care of so I had to cancel the reservation and then took myself to Baja Fresh, ate a delicious quesadilla and read some Dr. Zhivago. It was awesome.

Then my computer crapped out. It needs a new CD-rom,CD writer,DVD drive. Now Mortimer is still under warranty so it isn't a huge deal, just a huge effing inconvenience. To get it to the point where I can send it away so they replace it they have to rule out all other possible problems which involves doing a system restore which involves losing my hard drive. There was no way around this. Since I have important France related things and around 2,000 songs I have painstakingly collected I didn't want to do this. So to Best Buy we go to have my hard drive backed up. This happy little procedure cost $60 and I get a phone call saying my hard drive no longer functions. Way to fucking go, team! Honestly, how the fuck do you kill my hard drive????? Whatever, it is all under warranty so I don't have to pay to replace it but, good god. Needless to say, I will be getting my $60 back from the dumbasses who killed my computer. Nothing has gone right as of late. Nothing.

Hopefully things start to pick up. At least Phil comes on the 20th and that will be really fwuffy. YAY!!!!!! I can't wait. Then Paris. Think Paris, Maria. Think Paris.