August 25th, 2006

botticelli

Today for you, tomorrow for me.

Today is a glasses day. Not only do they match my outfit, but like I've said before, I feel more shut out from the world-- which today I need. Craziness will abound at work, as our owners are coming in from Israel--plus there's weird tension that I'd rather have a different outlook on. Maybe the glasses will help with that.

Today, hopefully, I also get my new desk with drawers, which means that I'll have a place to keep stuff at work. For now I have half of a drawer in a small filing cabinet, and it just does not suffice. So yay.



Last night I bought a dining room table, chairs (only 2), and an exercise bike, and then had to rush to pick Deborah up from band practice.* Shortly after getting to Lincoln, I realized that I was fairly close to my new place, and had my new furniture in the car, and I knew my door was unlocked and my keys inside, sooo... I have officially (with Deb's help) put some furniture into my new place! When we got inside it was just SO NICE. And Jennifer had a goody bag for us-- lots of stuff that neither Seana nor I eat (she's vegan, I'm an omnivorous health freak), but also a scented sink stopper, scented toilet paper rolls (the middle part, not the actual toilet paper), a tape measure, a night light, and some other stuff. It was really sweet :) I'm sure my movers will enjoy the candy and chips on Saturday. And by movers, I mean my parents, Craig, and Bobby. Anyone else who wants to help is welcome to, but those are my four certains that I've recruited.

I am *almost* waiting for the bomb to drop and for something to go terribly wrong with my new place, but at the same time, I don't think it will happen. Or maybe the fact that it's so far away from work is the issue, or so far away from friends and family.



I woke up several times in the middle of the night last night. At 3:30, and then at 5:30 or so. Each time I felt fully rested but knew that I wasn't, and I had nothing to do and a long day ahead of me, so I went back to sleep. Finally around 6:10 I made myself get up, got ready, and didn't finish straightening my hair because I was running somewhat late. And just now I realized I didn't have to be here at seven, I didn't have to be here till eight. Whoops. Along with not being able to wear jeans (because of our visitors), I guess I forgot it was Friday completely. Oh well. An extra hour of work won't kill me, and overtime is never bad.

For whatever reason, it's hot and muggy outside today, and its totally reflected inside. Gross.

*Lincoln band sounds good! Not fabulous, but they're right at the beginning of the season of course. They're also fairly good marchers from what I saw. I'm impressed.
botticelli

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Exhibit A: There's a guy that works here that I should be attracted to. He's got the voice I like (really deep and round/full), the eyes I like (hard to explain-- like Jake's eyes), the build I like (5'11ish and broad, sturdy but not fat), and a profession I like (okay, so I have a thing for IT guys). He's probably 24-25ish, has a nice personality, and general sarcastic (yes!) attitude. Anyone that knows me fairly well would be able to take one look at this guy and say, "he's Melissa's type."

Exhibit B: I don't like him. I'm not attracted to him. Like, at all.

I dunno what's wrong with me. It's this still a Ron issue or something new? I know I'm not ready to "move on" but goodness, can I not be attracted to people, either? Is it because he smokes? I've been attracted to smokers before, but very few. Or perhaps that I'm fairly sure he's dating someone? Or maybe that I know work relationships are bad? Or that I know I should be with someone Jewish? WHY?
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The only purpose for this is to cure boredom. And maybe to look busy.

Picking up a sofa tonight. It's pretty. A sleeper sofa, so although I don't see comfort of an outstandingly high quality, I'll atleast be able to open it if necessary for two people to sleep on it. My standards are not that high.

So that means after tonight, I only need to buy a bed. Deb said I could sleep on her memory foam until I buy one, but I don't think it'll be that long. Soon I'll probably buy a mattress, sleep on that for a couple weeks. Then a boxspring, sleep on that. Then remember I have a frame, so put it all together. Eventually I'll buy a headboard or something. Maybe. I really don't see much of a purpose in a "bed."

Oh, and I need to buy a washer and dryer. Sigh. Oh well, atleast that isn't as urgent-- I can always do my laundry at my parents house. I'd just rather not.

I need to decide how to place furniture in the new place. My dining room and living room are pretty much just one long room. Do I face the back of the sofa to the dining room as to seperate the rooms? Do I put it against the wall to open it up more, but have it be one long room?

Okay, buying washer and dryer tonight, too. To be delivered tomorrow. I'll be broke for a bit, but no worries. My parents owe me furniture for throwing away my old stuff, so I guess I'll ask them to chip in for a little bit.

My head is whirling. So glad it's the weekend. Yay for moving. Yay for no work. Yay for sleeping in till eight. (...)